The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 336

She was standing in the doorway seeking a solution when Anthony suddenly ran wildly out of the palace.

Seeing that Lyra hadn't left, his face was filled with the joy of having lost and found. Without saying a word, he walked up and held her wrist tightly.

"What are you doing?"

Lyra looked at her hand, was confused for a second, and then raised her head to see his tearful blue pupils.

This was the first time she saw Anthony's sad face.

The tearful blue eyes were unexpectedly clear and sincere, which made him become quite a different person.

Ignoring the presence of Chad, Anthony choked with sobs and pleaded.

"Lyra, I'll reflect on what you just said. And I'll change it all! You can give Malcolm a chance. Can you give me a chance too, please?"

Lyra gazed at him without speaking.

Anthony's eyes were sincere, "I will prove to you that I am the man who loves you the most in this world! We're here. My mother is still waiting for us to come over for lunch, so don't leave, okay?"

Lyra glanced at Chad who was next to her.

Thinking about Duke Gary, she eased her tone, "But, the injury on your face ..."

Anthony touched his face and smiled as if he didn't care about it, "I'll take some ice to compress it later. If there is really a wound mark, you can help me to cover it up with makeup. It's not a big problem."

"That's fine."

Lyra was secretly relieved, not expecting to fool him so easily, "But I don't like that aqua blue dress. If you still want to force me to wear that dress, I'll still leave."

Not wearing the dress with the same color was her condition.

Anthony compromised, "Okay, as long as you don't leave, I'll never push you again. Just make the choice you like."

Lyra nodded her head.

The two re-entered Arzew Palace, with Chad and Mason following in silence.

Crana.

Shane's office, National Investigation Bureau.

Shane, who was sitting at his desk, narrowed his cold eyes. His whole face was hidden under the lingering smoke.

After listening to his subordinate's report, his hand that held the cigar paused. Then he fiercely picked up the ashtray on the table and smashed it towards his subordinate without any warning.

"Crap!"

The subordinate lowered his head, endured the pain, and was shivering from his yelling, not daring to speak.

"Why is Collin at Malcolm's house? Even Malcolm's immediate subordinate is not allowed to enter the house. There's a big problem here! Keep investigating. We have to find out what's wrong with Malcolm!"

"But ... recently our people have been kept watching in front of the White Manor. We also contact Mr. Ryan to send people to keep an eye on Malcolm's villa. It seems that recently the Lloyd family's three brothers have been there. We can't find an opportunity." The subordinate trembled and replied.

When the subordinate just spoke when he received another warning from Shane who was throwing a teacup over.

"There's always time for Collin to leave. If you can't, break in! Be sure to confirm Malcolm's condition with your own eyes!"

"Yes, yes."

When the subordinate left, Shane thoughtfully touched the plate on his table that read "Deputy Director".

Not long ago, he rescued Anthony from Malcolm and learned from Anthony about Malcolm's disease, S404 biochemical virus. When the virus invaded his body at the end of its course, it could produce serious complications.

This time, he wanted Malcolm to be disabled for life!

"Mr. Malcolm, you have been that position for so many years. It is time for a change."

He said gloomily. In his amber eyes, there was ambition flashing.

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