The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 549

With a hiss of pain inside, Malcolm abruptly opened the door to the basement.

The moment the lights were turned on, he saw the mess inside.

The original venting gadgets prepared for Lyra were all torn to pieces by Lyra.

In her manic state, she was like an evil.

Malcolm cared more about Lyra than the condition of the other items in the basement.

But he saw Lyra without any bruises or blood on her body. Her horrifyingly red eyes were staring straight at him, like watching prey waiting to be released.

"Rara?"

Malcolm shouted uncertainly.

No response.

Obviously, she was not out of the cranky state yet.

He instantly understood that the Lyra in the attack was deliberately making a different sound to attract him to open the door because she had run out of venting tools.

Lyra had lost her consciousness, but her mind was still sharp.

Malcolm stood still and watched her from a distance, waiting for her to dismantle the sandbag and charge towards him.

Within two minutes, the last sandbag was torn into pieces and the quicksand fell all over the floor.

Lyra, like a terrifying demon, rushed towards Malcolm with great speed.

A slap whistled through the air.

Malcolm clutched her wrist and deftly avoided Lyra's attacks.

The two just fought in the basement.

Before in the bedroom, it was not convenient to do so. He was afraid that Lyra dropped things and hurt herself in chaos.

It was not so in the basement, where it had been modified and there were no sharp things. As long as he controlled the proportion of his strikes, he will not let Lyra get hurt.

"Come on, babe, let's see who gets tired first."

The door was already open, and he was already in Lyra's sights.

There was no way back, and he can not allow her to use him as a human sandbag to vent out her anger, or leave marks on his body. Otherwise, Rara would be angry.

He had no choice but to fight and use his own stamina to balance Lyra's.

Lyra knew how to practise jiu-jitsu. Plus being crazy, every move was very real and powerful, even to his vital organ.

Malcolm could not hurt her too badly, and was forced to retreat, and could only force himself to focus on her attacks.

The fight between the two had been going on for more than half an hour. Under the disparity between the physical strength of men and women, Lyra gradually lost strength because the attack just started so fierce.

Malcolm took advantage of the situation and attacked with a slightly heavier force, but stopped each time before he was about to hurt her.

It was more than ten minutes of continuous warfare. The hostility in her eyes gradually reduced and she looked a bit of tired.

As she was completely helpless to fight back and fainted, Malcolm steadily took her into his arms.

At this fighting, two people were tired and sweating at the same time.

Malcolm carried the unconscious Lyra, went back to the bedroom, and helped Lyra and himself take a shower before driving to the lab.

This time, because of an unexpected situation, by the time they arrived at the laboratory, it was already late at night at three o'clock.

Jimmy came here day after day. Because he worked overtime at night, his sleep was disturbed. Tonight was surprising late and he yawned a lot. However, the infusion process was still steady as hell.

By the time Malcolm returned to Lyre Spiti with Lyra, who had finished her infusion, it was six o'clock.

The sky was getting lighter.

He didn't get any sleep all night and braced himself for sleepiness to carry Lyra back to the bedroom to rest.