The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 353

Lyra did not turn around. Her tone was cold, "I am afraid it is not enough. If you can die a thousand times, I will think about it."

After that, she did not linger, but immediately went upstairs to her room and locked the door. Then she threw away the robe that Anthony had touched and took a new one from the closet before going to bed to sleep.

But she didn't fall asleep. When she closed her eyes, the images of her childhood frolicking with Anthony showed up in her mind, one by one.

And once upon a time she worshiped him, admired him and liked to raise her little head to call him Anthony sweetly...

She didn't know if it was because of her pregnancy, but she always felt that she had become more soft-hearted than before.

For a perverted brute like Anthony, it was surprising to feel tolerant.

She covered her head under the comforter and forced herself to stop thinking about that and to think more about how much Malcolm had suffered for the past six months because of Anthony!

While she was thinking deeply, there was the sound of a car taking off outside, and it should be Anthony who was leaving.

She gradually relaxed and soon fell asleep from exhaustion.

Suham in Crana.

The five-day deadline expired.

Ryan arrived early in the morning at the large conference hall that Malcolm had arranged in advance.

Travis couldn't come along this time because he was beaten up the other day.

In addition to several respected elders of the White family, Ryan brought along some directors of the White Corp.

From a distance, it looks like a lot of people, and the momentum was quite strong, like to collect debts.

Shortly after, Shane arrived in the main conference room with several of his staff from National Investigation Bureau.

A group of men, who was in military uniforms and kept the back straight, was sturdy and tall, instantly suppressing Ryan's earlier aura.

Ryan was a little upset, but he went up and greeted him kindly, considering that he was an ally.

The two men made small talk in a tacit manner.

They waited for two or three hours but didn't see Malcolm coming.

Ryan got a little impatient and ordered his bodyguard around, "Go check out Lyre Spiti. What's Malcolm up to? Keeping us waiting for so long!"

"Yes."

The bodyguard had just reached the door of the large conference hall when the door suddenly opened along with a dull sound.

Everyone in the conference room instantly squared up and rose to wait to greet.

However, Ted was the only one who came in.

Ryan's thick eyebrows wrinkled in displeasure as he asked Ted, "Why are you the only one here? Where's Malcolm?"

The board members behind him echoed.

"Yes! Where is Mr. Malcolm? He said he would give an account today, so he's fooling us!?"

"Although Mr. Malcolm is blind and we're all very distressed, he should hand over the power before it is too late!"

"That's right! There is no news about Mr. Malcolm these days. His whereabouts are also very mysterious. To put it in a bad way, if we still can not see Mr. Malcolm, I have to suspect that he's already died from illness."

Shane leisurely sat down, listening to the denouncement of Malcolm from the staff of the White Corp.

And his subordinates were all quiet and peaceful.

Ted glanced at him twice before explaining to Ryan, "Mr. Malcolm has a temporary issue to deal with. So it's rescheduled to this afternoon."

"What?"

Many people instantly complained and the conference hall was noisy.

Ryan's face didn't look good. His eagle-like sharp eyes narrowed as he stared unkindly at Ted.

"Today a few elders of White family follow over to observe. He's a junior, but keeps the elders waiting for him. Does it sound reasonable?"