The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 554

After a general arrangement, Lyra quickly withdrew her thoughts and focused on her work.

The afternoon passed quickly, and the sunset outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was shining in on her stunningly gorgeous side face.

Since learning of the mania, she had been going to Jimmy's lab at night for a week in a row to do the infusion therapy.

The alarm clock for half an hour early to leave work had not yet rang, but her phone rang first.

She craned her head to look at the screen, and it was Melissa.

The moment she answered the phone, she asked directly, "You ran away from home again?"

Melissa was wordless.

Not hearing her answer, Lyra then asked, "Or... are you in a bad mood again? Where are you? Do you need me to come out so I can help you?"

Melissa: "No, I have been good for couple of days. I'm just home alone studying. I'm a bit bored. I just finished it. I want to find you to play games. I don't know if you're free."

Oh, she wanted to play that mobile game.

Lyra quite liked that game and was successfully obsessed with that by Melissa.

"I'm just about to pack up and get off work. That game doesn't cost much time. Come on. Let's play it."

The two turned on the voice function and did the qualifying match while communicating.

Originally, Lyra only intended to play two or three rounds, but somehow today, she had a bad luck and the teammates she encountered were some rookies.

After three consecutive losses, the pair's desire to win ignited and they were determined to win one time before getting off the line.

Eventually it evolved that if they lost, they were unwilling to admit defeat. If they needed to play another, they won't be happy.

While gaming, Lyra turned on the mode of exclusive gaming on her phone. On the mode, she couldn't answer any calls or read any text messages.

Malcolm, who was waiting at home, did not get through on ten consecutive calls.

The sun gradually fall, and soon the whole sky was covered with a layer of black cloth.

Lyra left the lights off and sat in her office chair playing games.

Until the light in her office was turned on, Malcolm stood in the doorway with a sullen face, staring at her from afar.

Hearing the movement, she looked up, "Honey, why did you come over in person. I'm working overtime."

"Overtime?"

Malcolm walked over quickly and pointed slyly at the screen of the phone she was gaming on, "This is what you do when you don't go home and work late at the office."

Lyra was playing the game that wasn't over yet.

She bought props while looking up. She was staring and smiling at Malcolm, explaining with confidence, "Yes, I am personally experiencing the next project I am going to invest in. I have to understand it in depth in order to invest more accurately. Don't you think so, honey?"

Malcolm walked up behind her and looked at her gaming screen, "You want to invest in the gaming?"

"I feel that e-sports is quite interesting. Now is the Internet era. E-sports may be the future of the main trend. I want to invest money to do a club, build a team or something."

Lyra's career was one in which Malcolm had always refrained from interfering.

His petite wife was never willing to rely on someone else. She had her own ambition. If she wanted to do, he will support her.

Thinking about it, Malcolm was not so upset.

He considered it as a product trial before she made an investment.

He stood right behind Lyra, bent over and hugged Lyra, lazily resting his chin on her shoulder and watching her playing the game.

With the winning voice of the game, Keith arrived home.

The two girls said goodbye and each turned off the voice function.

Lyra turned to Malcolm and asked him about the viewing experience, "How did it feel? Was it interesting?"

Malcolm buried his face deep into her neck and inhaled fiercely, "Well, that was interesting."

It was not clear if this was about the game or the aroma she was wearing.

"Come on Rara. Let's go home for dinner."

Lyra nodded and allowed him to pick herself up and leave the office.