The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 531

The police officer was stunned and subconsciously glanced at Nil.

How dare he suspect Paul Hoare who was the Count of Owhil and VIP as Nil?

He did not dare to say anything, did not dare to ask anything, but silently wrote down his words.

Nil had little expression, as if he had guessed this would happen as early as when Lyra kept asking about Paul.

The police continued, "As for your key suspect, we will definitely investigate thoroughly, but we still hope you can explain why you suspect Mr. Hoare?"

Malcolm's tone was cold, "His relationship with me is already not good. Yesterday, we were shopping, and happened to meet him and Anne Windsor. He questioned my wife's cooperation with Duowiehl Group's project and asked Rara to give up the cooperation to him."

"He was rejected by me, and I ridiculed him twice. A cornered beast will do something desperate to put me and my wife to death."

The police officer steadily recorded his every word.

"Yes, I will inform the director of your suspicions truthfully and launch an investigation."

Nil had been listening silently.

Until the police left, he said, "I have an understanding of Paul's nature. He won't make such a bad behavior for such a little stuff. Perhaps ... there is some kind of misunderstanding?"

Malcolm face did not change, "He may not, but there is no guarantee that someone instigated him. You said, he truly likes his new girlfriend. It's reasonable if he is used. But these are only my speculation and suspicion, everything must wait for the investigation clearly. See the exact evidence to make a decision."

Nil nodded in recognition of his second half of the sentence, and added, "You and Ms. Lloyd maybe don't leave these two days. Wait for the matter to be investigated this time, so as to avoid that person behind the curtain to strike again. For the hotel, I will send additional staff to secretly protect you."

"Great."

Malcolm had no reason to refuse, and at this juncture, they really couldn't leave.

However, Rara was injured and still had to return home as soon as possible so Jimmy could check it out.

Thinking of this, he added, "I be resolved as soon as possible, without delay."

Nil: "Don't worry about this. I will put all my efforts into this matter recently and keep an eye on the police department to get results as soon as possible."

Malcolm carefully picked up the sleeping Lyra and planed to take her back to the hotel to rest.

Before leaving, he remembered something and urged Nil, "For the attack on Rara and me, keep it quiet for the time being. No international press release. Otherwise it will easily cause a big chaos in the diplomacy of the two countries. The cost is clear to you all."

"That's for sure. Even if you don't say it, I'll suppress the news."

Malcolm said nothing more and left the police department without looking back, carrying Lyra in his arms.

To avoid further danger on their way back, Nil sent an armed car from the police station to take them back.

It also came with a few police officers accompanying the protection.

After all, there were not a few stupid who dared to crash a police car.

Arriving safely at the hotel's presidential suite, the police officers helped Malcolm carry his suitcase in an orderly manner.

When he entered the room, the police officers stood guard outside the door.

The officers, who was in black police uniforms, had no facial expressions, like a statue which could make people panic.

Malcolm placed Lyra on the bed, opened the door and instructed them, "The door does not need to be guarded. You are too conspicuous here. If passers-by see this, it's easy to scare them. You can hide downstairs. Leave a leader's phone number to me. I will directly instruct you to come up."

"Okay."

One of the officers stepped forward, left the phone number with Malcolm, and left with a group of officers.

Peace soon returned to the corridor.

Malcolm closed and locked the door and reentered the bed.

Looking at Lyra in her sleep, thinking about the gunshot wound in her arm and the stick wound in the back of her head, he blamed himself.

He sat by the bedside, keeping company for two hours.

At lunchtime, Malcolm ordered a few light but delicate dishes and had the hotel's five-star chef make them and send them over.

Midway through this, Lyra remained asleep and did not wake up.