The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 311

She waited for Malcolm to be fully asleep.

Lyra carefully placed him in the bed, covered the blanket, gently left the room, and went to find Jimmy.

"Dr., since the lab has gotten this blue potion, can we make a copy of a similar one or develop an antidote based on the ingredients of this?"

Jimmy looked serious and pondered for a while before shaking his head, "There are several ingredients in this medicine. And there is no data in the laboratory. I have checked. It does not look like Crana's medicine."

He paused and continued: "For S404 biochemical virus, there is no ordinary antidote can cure it. If Anthony can come up with the right antidote, it's definitely not from the country, and the drug has the core technology in it."

But this was only his guess. After all, he did not see the medicine himself, which might be inaccurate.

Lyra mulled it over.

She intended to observe Malcolm's state after using the blue potion first, and then considered continuing to deal with Anthony after a while.

...

Malcolm slept all day and night.

When he woke up again, Jimmy immediately checked on his body.

Malcolm was cooperative, but his face was so cold that he didn't even raise his eyes to look at Lyra.

His body absorbed the potion well and the recession had completely subsided. The angina was subsided, and even the spread of the virus was much lower than before.

Everyone was surprised, except for Malcolm, who had little expression on his face.

Back to Lyre Spiti.

Lyra was ready to help him, but he dodged it, looking faint.

"No, I have recovered physically and do not need assistance."

Looking at his tall back as he entered the villa alone, Lyra froze in place.

Chad quietly approached her and whispered comfortingly, "Miss Lyra, don't worry. That is his temper. No one has ever dared to force him to do anything. This is not a trivial matter. I guess he will be fine in a few days."

"I know."

Lyra followed in silence into the villa and Malcolm went straight upstairs and closed the door of his room.

Not a word was said to her.

Lyra was a little upset, but she didn't say anything and went back to her room in silence.

Early the next morning.

She was awakened by a loud noise in the garden.

She walked out to the small balcony and took a look.

Malcolm wore only a thin black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing his fine arms.

He was working out.

That handsome face, it seemed, was back to its former state.

Lyra looked intently at his sharp back and gave him a much-needed applause.

Malcolm heard the sound and stopped what he was doing, but instead of looking back at Lyra who was on the balcony, he went into the villa, put on the suit that was hanging in the hallway, and was soon out the door.

Lyra always stood on the balcony and watched him leave Lyre Spiti.

This was the first time Malcolm had been cold to her for so long.

She leisurely crossed her arms and smiled.

She wanted to see how long Malcolm could hold out this time.

...

Malcolm, who had just arrived at White Corp and sat down in his office chair, heard Chad's fiery knock on the door.

"Boss, Anthony is missing!"

"What's the reason?"

"The guards passed out. Someone took Anthony away. When Ted brought our men over to inspect the room in the morning, the blood in the room was dried up, so I guess they left for a day."

Malcolm looked grim.