The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 314

Hearing the familiar voice outside, Chad was the first to panic, "Boss, Miss Lyra iscoming!"

"Block the door and don't let her in!"

Malcolm instructed, while taking the wet paper towel on the table and scrambling to wipe the marks on his body.

He ruthlessly wiped his skin and was anxious to flay his skin directly.

Outside the door, Lyra's voice rang out again, "Malcolm, open the door."

Chad's back was against the door, looking bad, "Boss, I can't hold it anymore!"

"Keep blocking." Malcolm was getting more and more panic, and doubtful, "Why can not wipe it clean!?"

What would Rara think of him when she saw it!?

With the evidence on his body, can she believe in him?

Damn, he was not innocent. Rara will not want him!!!

His eyes were red with anxiety and his whole being was on the verge of mania.

Chad looked at his expression of near collapse in anger, and silently mourned for him.

"Boss! I can't!"

Chad lunged forward and stumbled several steps before standing firm, acting as if someone was kicking in the door behind him.

The moment when the door opened, Malcolm's mind went blank and panicked as he focused his eyes on the bathroom in the private room.

...

Lyra came in.

Malcolm, who was staying on the couch, like a gust of wind, quickly slipped into the bathroom and locked the door behind him.

The speed was so fast that Lyra only saw a shadow.

Being amused, she pretended not to know anything and asked Chad, "Where's Malcolm?"

Chad scratched his head, feigning a confused look and demonstrating his superb acting skills.

"Huh, he was here just now. Maybe I was wrong. He might have gone out."

Lyra's tone rose gently, "Oh? How come I didn't see him on my way over here?"

"Maybe he went to the bathroom, in the opposite direction."

Lyra was surprised, "Isn't there a bathroom in the private room?"

At that moment, Malcolm, who was in the bathroom, immediately held his breath.

His back was against the door, still quietly wiping the lipstick marks on his face and neck.

The skin was red because of wiping and the lipstick marks just turned a bit lighter.

Damn!

Which brand of garbage lipstick actually can't get clean!?

He will let this manufacturer go out of business tomorrow!

He was thinking grumpily when the sound of a doorknob turning came from outside, followed by a knock on the door.

"Is the door locked? Malcolm are you in there?"

Malcolm did not make a sound, and the hand that wiped the lipstick marks did not dare to move for fear of being noticed.

But Lyra pressed against the thin glass door and felt the sharp breathing in his chest, even his back heaving with it, which was shaking the door lightly.

Was this a panic attack?

She gave a silent snort and slowed down before saying in a serious tone, "Chad, did Malcolm drink a lot tonight? Will he be drunk in the bathroom?"

"This ..."

Lyra said solemnly, "I saw news on the Internet before. There are drunk people, pressing their heads into the toilet bowl to drink toilet water!

Chad almost didn't hold back laughter and covered his mouth to keep from laughing out loud.

Miss Lyra was so mean!

His boss can't do this kind of thing, but that scene was too hilarious, so it was hard for him not to imagine a little.

He gave a decisive thumbs up to Lyra, who was full of priggery!

Lyra gave him a look that said "it was a piece of cake" and continued in an anxious tone, "Go get the bar staff to unlock the door. If get one minute late, it's a huge threat to Malcolm's life!"

Without waiting for Chad to answer, a soft cough came from the bathroom.

Malcolm steadied his panic, pressed his Adam's s apple and said as best he could in the icy tone of the previous two days, "I'm fine. I didn't drink too much. I'll be back later. You don't have to wait for me."

"I came here specifically to pick you up and take you back to Lyre Spiti. You don't even dare to come out to see me? So ungrateful?"