The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 535

Irrelevant people ...

The director's expression froze. He lowered his gaze and unnaturally touched the tip of his nose, "No, I've been dealing with the nasty attack you encountered recently and haven't seen any outsiders."

Lyra observed his expression and turned her head to exchange a glance with Malcolm.

"OK, since you said so, I have no problem with it."

The director, who was standing in front of the blackboard, quietly shushed and wiped the thin sweat that had appeared on his forehead from nervousness with a tissue.

Nil walked Lyra and Malcolm out of the police department, and in the corridor, he asked as he walked, "The prisoner who hit Ms. Lloyd on the back of the head with a stick has been tortured for the past two days. Should Mr. Malcolm and Ms. Lloyd go over and see?"

Lyra shook her head, "Forget it. You just let the police department continue to take things seriously on their end. He and I have been stranded in Atria for too long. We haven't seen our babies at home in a while and want to go back home."

"Great."

Nil nodded his head very sensibly and looked at Malcolm again, "So Mr. Malcolm still wants to take this prisoner back to the Crana interrogation room?"

Malcolm took Lyra's small waist and helped her walk, "Since she has said he should be left to you, then forget it. After all, he's the Atria citizen, and not the mastermind. To apply for transnational case processing for such a person is too troublesome. It is unnecessary."

Nil nodded his head repeatedly.

"Rest assured that although the truck driver has got Atria citizenship, I will let the doctor treat him well, and once he can be cured, the sentence that should be served. It will not be less at all."

Malcolm's tone was indifferent, "Just a temporary scapegoat who was dragged out."

Nil was slightly stunned. As the first heir to the royal family, how could he not understand Malcolm's meaning, but he did not say anything, only with a smile on his face.

Before leaving the police department and getting into the armed car to go back to the hotel, Malcolm turned back and finally said, "Nil, the director of police department is not on the same page as you. This kind of person can block your way to succeed the royal family in the future. You should be careful."

He finished, helped Lyra into the car, and got in the car as well himself.

As the car door slammed shut, it only remained Nil who was slightly pale.

Nil watched the fading armed vehicle and quietly called the vice director of the police department.

"Go find out who your boss has been seeing lately, and do it quietly."

*

In the car back to the hotel.

Because of the presence of police officers, Lyra and Malcolm had no words all the way back to their hotel room in silence.

Until the door of the presidential suite closed, Malcolm said, "Today we see the subtle expression of that director. He met the person. The status is estimated to be not small so he had this reaction. My guess is either Paul, or Anne."

Lyra looked at him and smiled faintly, "As it happens, so do I."

He tightened his grip around Lyra's waist, "What are you going to do?"

"First back home. At career, I intend to come hard, grab Paul's resources, and interfere Anne's cooperation. As for others, in the way of their two special identity, let them pay back one by one."

Malcolm kissed her between her brows, "It is all up to you."

Lyra had a bandage on the back of her head and was not fit to take a shower, so Malcolm carried her to the dry area of the bathroom, wrung out a hot towel himself, and wiped her body little by little.

After that, the two fell asleep comfortably.

By midnight, Lyra was not sleeping soundly, with a vague pain in the back of her head.

The eyelids were heavy. However, she couldn't open her eyes at all.

She pinched her palm tightly. Her heart was like a mass of depression, inexplicably churning her nerves.

She wanted to vent and it wanted to bleed ...

"What happened?"

Malcolm held her. He slept lightly and was keenly aware of the sudden tightening of her back.

He turned on the bedside table lamp and observed Lyra's state, "What's wrong?"

Lyra's muddled thoughts was gradually awake. She tried to speak, but her throat was completely unable to make a sound, and the body can not move.

It was bizarre.

She tossed and turned alone for a while, and soon she was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.

Malcolm probed her breathing, felt her stable breathing, thought she was having a nightmare and let out a long sigh of relief.

The two embraced each other and spent the latter part of the night in peace.