The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 358

Chad recklessly lunged up and held the potion securely in his arms, rolling his back, hitting the hard seat armrest and falling to the floor.

The wound on his body instantly collapsed with blood, staining his shirt red. The severe pain in his back made his head giddy and his face pale, and he choked violently on the blood to the ground.

But the super virus serum was still firmly protected in his arms. It did not broken at all.

As Chad lunged, the two troops Malcolm brought over keenly aware of Princess Cayley's guards who were trying to shoot at Chad.

Before the guards were ready to shoot Chad, Malcolm's men took the lead and killed them.

The situation was instantly reversed, with Princess Cayley and Anthony isolated and vulnerable.

Anthony couldn't care less. He looked angrily at Chad who was at his heels. His anger drove him to go over and kick Chad hard in the stomach.

Chad convulsed, curled up into a ball, choked on another mouthful of blood, and passed out.

Before Anthony could kick a second time, he was brought under the control of the European Swye army brought by Malcolm.

Crana's soldiers all rushed up towards Chad and swarmed to check Chad's condition.

Despite being in a coma, Chad still clutched the potion tightly and won't let go.

It was as if this was the mission engraved into his bones on this trip.

The troops brought over from Crana were all Chad's subordinates. They were all angry at the moment and screamed to fight Anthony.

Malcolm calmly had Chad carried out. There was a small emergency room in the private plane.

Once Chad left with the super virus serum, Anthony lost his last chip.

He barked and laughed wildly, letting his hands be confined. And the whole church was filled with his eerie laughter.

Neither army dared to touch Princess Cayley, who was not restrained from her freedom.

She stepped forward and desperately tried to snatch Anthony back from Malcolm's men.

After grabbing to no avail, she pulled out a small dagger she carried and pressed it at her neck, glaring at Malcolm and Lyra.

"The crime of hurting the royal princess is a big one. If you touch my Anthony, I will make sure none of you will leave the borders of European Swye!"

Malcolm didn't say anything.

The situation on both sides, because of Princess Cayley's threat of self-harm, was once again at an impasse.

The atmosphere in the church was suddenly quiet for a moment.

That was , until Harrod arrived with his men and stopped Princess Cayley in her tracks.

"Cayley, put down the dagger! Malcolm White is here with an international arrest warrant. It has been approved by the King. You can't stop him from taking Charles Lance away!"

"What!?"

Princess Cayley's eyes were teary with disbelief, "How can this be! They can't take my Anthony away! Absolutely not!"

Harrod walked right up to her and took the dagger out of her hand.

Princess Cayley clutched the hem of his suit and lowered her lofty head and begged him for the first time, "Harrod, help me! My Anthony! Once they take Anthony away, they will try to torture Anthony in any way they can!

Harrod sighed, ignored her cries, and chopped her hard in the back of her head while she was not noticing.

Princess Cayley fainted on the spot.

Harrod picked her up and walked out of the church without looking back, not even giving a glance to Anthony who was next to him, as if Anthony's life and death were never his concern.

Once Princess Cayley was gone, the last piece of protection around Anthony was gone as well.

Malcolm's eyes were cold and stern. Thinking of Anthony who just kicked Chad, he was tyrannical, "What else do you have to say at this point?"

Anthony's blue eyes lost their sparkle as he laughed up at the sky, "Everyone is helping you. I have nothing to say!"

Malcolm ordered the troops in a cold voice, "Get him handcuffs and leg cuffs. Bring him back to Crana immediately."

"Wait a minute."

Lyra, who had been silent and did not make a sound, suddenly stopped him.

Malcolm took off his black coat and wrapped her petite shoulders, asking gently, "Rara, what's wrong?"

Lyra glanced at Anthony who was on the stage not far away, "Malcolm, what are you going to do with him when you take him back?"