The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 486

Anthony sat on the bed in the guest room with unease feeling in his heart.

He knew Shane too well. Shane was suspicious and thoughtful, and he was afraid he won't trust him easily for tonight.

With that in mind, he sent a text message to Malcolm.

*

The next morning, the dining room of Callahan family.

Shane didn't say a word, and everyone was silent as they took their food.

In the large dining room, there was only the sound of crisp dishes.

No one knew how long it took before Shane said, "Anthony, now that you're back, let me just announce to the public that you're not dead. And we'll throw you a welcome party."

Anthony looked embarrassed, "But Shane, Malcolm would find a way to arrest me and send me to a secret interrogation room for torture if he knows about it."

Shane's defenses loosened a bit as he cogitated his nervous reaction.

"Don't leave the house until the party so I can guarantee your safety."

"But Shane ..."

"There is no but." Shane's face looked like as if it was non-negotiable, "You just said last night you'd behave and follow my orders. You've forgotten so soon?"

Anthony could only respond, "Okay."

Shane: "Meet me in the study in two hours. Something's been arranged for you."

"Yes."

The dining room regained its calm.

After a tacit meal, Rebecca went to Lyre Spiti and was forced to see how Melissa was doing.

Timothy was bitter to go to work at the National Investigation Bureau. Over the past two days, he was running errands everywhere. His whole body was going to fall apart. He suffered unspeakably. His resentment towards Shane had deepened

Shane's sore muscles had eased and he could barely walk on his own.

He went to his study to work remotely on the Callahan Group's quarterly statements.

A few minutes later, the bodyguard knocked on the door of the room.

"Mr. Shane, we have checked it over. Mr. Anthony went to the Angle Group yesterday to try to see Mrs. White."

Shane stopped writing with his pen and his tone went cold, "See?"

"No, it seems to have been quietly driven out."

Shane thought deeply for a moment, "So has he seen Malcolm yet?"

"No."

Shane's originally serious expression gradually became calm, "Okay, you can leave."

The bodyguard saluted respectfully and turned to leave the study.

After a while, Anthony arrived at the study in time.

"Shane, you're looking for me privately. Do you already have a plan?"

Shane raised his eyes and looked at him with a smile, "Yes, on the day of the party, I will give you a task. It can only succeed."

After a few minutes of whispered instructions, Anthony's expression was grim.

"Shane, you want me to poison him?"

Shane leisurely lit his cigarette, "What's so surprising? Didn't you say you'd do anything for me to get the director position of the National Investigation Bureau?"

"But ..."

Anthony seriously analyzed the pros and cons, "The party will be arranged in our house. If Malcolm is poisoned here in our home, not only will I be caught on the spot, it will also affect the Callahan Group's stock. And our entire family has no way to escape the guilt. Shane, you have to think twice."

Shane coldly snorted and was confident, "Don't worry. No one knows about this drug. It's a forbidden drug I bought from abroad. It's colorless and tasteless. The poison will break out in a week. No one can suspect you."

"If it's not easily detected, why should I do it?"

Shane took a sip of his cigarette and glanced at him.