The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 533

Because of the serious car accident and attack during the day was blocked up, now outside world was unaware of it.

Anne asked this as if she were really passing by to offer her condolences.

Lyra didn't have much strength, didn't want to care about her, didn't open her eyes, but continued to pretend to sleep.

Malcolm said in a cold voice, "It's just a minor problem. She'll be out of the hospital in a couple of days."

He looked down and played with the watch on his wrist, and his tone was careless, "Speaking of which, Earl Hoare, you and us are really destined to meet each other several times.

From the day at the museum to shopping mall, they met each other. Even Lyra quietly hospitalized, they could still meet each other.

Was it by chance, or was it intentional?

Paul laughed, "Yes, it is indeed destiny, but Ms. Lloyd and Anne are little girls at heart. They like shopping inevitably. As for the hospital, we just come here for a routine check-up."

He gazed at Lyra, "Seeing Ms. Lloyd's face doesn't look too good, she seems to be very sick. I don't know if it's because of too much work, if so, why don't you give me the right to cooperate with Duowiehl Group and let me help Ms. Lloyd share the burden."

Malcolm stared at him sternly.

"When is it the turn of outsiders to share in my wife's affairs?"

Paul's face paled slightly, "I said the wrong thing, but since I'm here today, I still want to discuss with Ms. Lloyd again about the partnership rights. Ms. Lloyd really won't think about it anymore?"

Lyra abruptly opened her eyes and tried to sit up from the bed.

Malcolm thoughtfully came forward and helped her stand up the pillow and helped her lean on the bed.

"Mr. Hoare wants the right to cooperate? No problem."

With these words, Paul's eyes seemed bursting with brilliant light.

Lyra coldly snorted and quickly continued, "However, if you want to take the right to cooperate, you have to be open and honest. And you can rely on your own strength to snatch back from my hands. If you dare to come underhanded, then sorry, I will accompany. And I will also return those vulgar tricks to you a hundred times."

Paul's face stiffened. He slightly pursed his lips and his blond beard had a slight movement, signaling displeasure.

The atmosphere was a bit stagnant.

Anne was extremely discerning to reconcile, "Ms. Lloyd ..."

As soon as she spoke, Malcolm interrupted, "Well, Rara needs to rest. There are too many irrelevant people. Even the air is polluted. How can Rara rest well? You two make yourselves comfortable."

Since Malcolm had said so, they had to leave. Otherwise, they would make themselves embarrassed.

Paul didn't want to stay much longer and called out softly, "Anne, babe."

Anne had the good sense to move toward the door.

Midway through the walk, she turned back and smiled. And her voice sounded innocent, "Ms. Lloyd, take care. Oh, you have spent twenty years smoothly. You always have to experience something. That can be considered a successful life. Don't you think?"

Lyra stared at her who was smiling. Her eyes looked cold and indifferent.

"For how long will I experience something, I am not sure yet, but I estimate you will experience it soon. You wear high heels so you should be steadier. Don't fall. After you fall down, you can be broken into pieces."

Anne smiled brightly as if she didn't understand the sarcasm in her words, "Thank you Ms. Lloyd for your concern. I too find the hospital floor a bit slippery and have to step steadily."

Paul stepped forward, wrapped his arm around Anne's waist and headed out of the hospital room.

The moment the door closed, Lyra's eyes looked chilly, and she looked sideways at the fruit and flowers on the bedside table next to her.

"Have someone throw it out. Don't even touch it. It should disappear immediately."

Malcolm would have done so even if she hadn't said so.

He quickly called the nurse to throw away all the gifts that Paul and Anne had brought, and even the bedside table had to be sprayed with alcohol to disinfect.

"What are the odds that you suspect that it was Paul in this nasty attack?"

Lyra turned serious, "There was only forty percent suspicion until they showed up at the hospital, went into my room, and faked condolences. I now have sixty percent."