The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 315

"Tell me about it."

Chad immediately leaned close to his ear and whispered a few words.

After thinking about it, he thought it was a pretty good idea and got up decisively, "Let's go, back to Lyre Spiti!"

"Okay!"

Chad silently followed.

Just as he reached the door, Malcolm remembered something else and was filled with hostility: "Ethel, she's a pain in the ass! Withdraw her position as the spokesperson. Use White Corp's connections to cut off all her resources and activities. I want her to pay for her breach of contract until she loses all her money!"

"Boss ..." Chad had a a guilty conscience.

Miss Ethel really took the blame this time!

Malcolm narrowed his cold eyes dangerously, "You want to take pity on her? Then for her breach of contract, I'll deduct from your salary and bonus?"

After saying that, he grunted coldly and quickly took a step out of Peachpuff.

Chad immediately lost his sympathy and caught up with him, "No, boss, she really has no self-knowledge and deserves it! I'm the one who came up with the idea for you. I'm the one who gets the credit. You can't do this to me!"

The two quietly went back to Lyre Spiti.

The door to Lyra's room was closed and locked.

Malcolm's eyes darkened as he first went to his room and cleaned himself up.

Waiting for the sound of clattering water from Lyra's bathroom next door, he joined Chad and tumbled into Lyra's room from the balcony.

He took off his robe and hid it under the pillow, then gingerly lifted the quilt and lay down in it completely naked.

Chad dawdled to take out the handcuffs and was stared and scolded silently, "Move faster!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Chad immediately handcuffed his hands to the corner posts on each side of the bed, followed by the ankle cuffs, with the keys hidden under the desk lamp.

This delicate look, mouth-watering figure, and that stunningly good-looking face!

The picture was really too ...

Not to mention Lyra, even Chad gulped and was a bit overwhelmed!

The sound of the water in the bathroom stopped.

Seeing that Lyra was about to come out, Malcolm said to him in a frenzy, "Belt belt belt! On the coat rack.Quick!"

Chad nodded hastily and gingerly took the belt from the coat rack, folded it in half, and placed it across Malcolm's lips so he could hold it in his teeth.

After doing this, Malcolm gave him a look and said, "Get the hell out of here! Hurry up!"

Chad immediately covered him with a quilt, hid even his head under the covers, and turned off the light.

By the time Lyra came out of the bathroom, Chad just finished and climbed out from the balcony.

The leaves outside the window were blown by a gust of wind and swayed gently.

Lyra did not rush to turn on the lights, while taking a towel to wipe her wet hair, and walking to the floor-to-ceiling windows. Then she locked the window and closed the curtains.

The room was dark suddenly, but interspersed with a hint of something unusual.

Lyra pretended not to know anything. First she went to the bathroom to blow dry the hair and did a full set of skin care routine, ignoring Malcolm for almost half an hour.

Malcolm, who was hiding under the covers, went from a rapid heartbeat at the beginning, almost bursting with tension, to a gradual smoothing of his breath.

He had already drunk tonight, and with the comfortable quilt covering him, sleepiness swept through his nerves.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, the bedside table lamp was turned on and the quilt that covered his body was lifted.

The cold air drilled in and froze his skin, which made him shiver gently.

He fluttered his eyelashes and saw Lyra's clear and starry eyes the moment the quilt was lifted.

"Why are you in my bed?"

Lyra had been prepared, but was still stunned by Malcolm.

He had a belt in his mouth. His former deep and black eyes were bright and shiny, full of good manners, and his eyes seemed to have the little excitement of "come and fix me" written in them.