The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 367

Lyra's eyes were downcast. Her expression was cold, and she did not say a word.

The plaintiff's attorney raised his hand and continued, "The defendant does not refute because she is weak-minded and she did shoot Mr. Charles Lance that day. Your Honor, we recommend that she be taken into custody first ..."

He was making a well-founded complaint against Lyra when the paralegal, who was taking notes on his laptop next to him, suddenly received an email.

The paralegal opened the email, read the first two lines and he was shocked. Hurriedly, he turned the computer to Princess Cayley.

Princess Cayley read the email carefully. The more she read, the more her eyes turned red and she sobbed uncontrollably, losing control of her emotions for a while.

The paralegal had to interrupt the trial, "I'm sorry, Your Honor, our plaintiff has an emotional breakdown and requests another recess!"

The Lloyd family's legal team was preparing to wait for the plaintiff's attorney to finish and come up with the trump card that Anthony was not the adopted son and the evidence that Lyra was defending herself to fight back.

Suddenly the court was adjourned again and everyone was confused.

However, during this recess, Princess Cayley suddenly withdrew the case without warning.

This battle of rulings seemed to be conceded by Princess Cayley?

Lyra wondered what was written on the computer's screen when she saw Princess Cayley's grief-stricken face as she looked at the laptop before it was adjourned the second time.

Or did Princess Cayley finally choose to back down because it was a royal scandal after all?

She was led out of the courtroom with Keith.

Just as they reached the lobby, Princess Cayley and Harrod walked out from the other side.

The two sides saw face to face.

Princess Cayley glared at Lyra, not hiding the disgust in her eyes.

"Lyra Lloyd, you should thank Anthony for walking out on your feet now instead of being handcuffed and taken away as a suspect. If it wasn't for him, I would never have let you go!"

Thanks to Anthony?

Lyra was perplexed.

Princess Cayley snorted condescendingly, turned her head and walked away, not giving her a chance to ask questions.

Keith patted her shoulder, "Rara, don't think about it so much. In any case, it's okay if things work out."

"Hmm." Lyra nodded.

Coming out of the lobby, Lyra saw a man leaning against a limousine at once. The familiar handsome figure made her anxious heart feel as if it had found a home in an instant.

It was Malcolm.

She immediately trotted up and put her small hands through his open black coat and wrapped her arms around his strong waist, feeling the warmth of his body.

"When did you wake up? Is there anything else that's uncomfortable? While Micah is still at Suham, I'll have him clear all of your ailments!"

Having just met her and heard her words of concern, Malcolm stroked her head contentedly, wrapped her slim body in his coat, and circled her firmly in his arms.

"I probably woke up while you were in court. Don't worry. With Micah's medical skills, I won't any illness in my body."

The worry in Lyra's heart was relieved.

Malcolm leaned close to her ear and said in a small but mysterious voice, "Rara, there's a place I want to take you to."

"Where?"

"You'll know when we get there." His voice was gentle as he opened the car door and carried her up to carefully put her to the car seat.

Then he turned back and said to Keith and Micah, "Brothers, I will borrow Rara first. Christmas's Eve is around the corner. I will express my thank to you formally on Christmas day."

With an understanding expression, Keith waved impatiently, "Hurry up and get out of here. I don't want to see you displaying your affection."

Micah had little expression and no answer.