The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 610

Sylvia's call was quickly connected.

Lyra chatted politely with her and quickly got to the point, "Sylvia, what's Albert doing lately? I want to see him. Is he free?"

Sylvia didn't know the reason for that, "Why do you suddenly want to see my dad? He hasn't been in Suham recently. He went on a business trip. I don't know how long it will take to come back, maybe a week later."

"On business trip?"

Lyra frowned and thought about it, "How long has he been gone?"

"Like the night before."

Lyra responded with a few words and hung up the phone.

Left two days ago?

It seemed that Ryan had a showdown with Malcolm because of Travis. Malcolm went to Rudolph to question him that night, but was kicked out angrily.

Such a coincidence?

Was it a coincidence that he left Suham just after the accident that night, or did he avoid it because he knew something?

Albert wasn't in Suham and Rudolph wouldn't say anything. Charles didn't seem to know what was going on, and Ryan was still dealing with Malcolm.

It seemed that there was no other way, but to wait for the progress of the investigation on the dark bell.

Let's see if they can find some clues from the evidence materials that can help Malcolm.

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The next day.

NIB's detention room.

Travis was already going crazy. It had only been two days. In his eyes, one second was like a year. Every minute and every second was suffering.

He hated the smell of the toilet at first, but now he was used to it, and he didn't think it smelled as bad as before.

Luca's group didn't think of him as a person at all, but only as a tool to vent.

When they were suddenly upset, they came over and beat him up.

The food delivered was not delicious, so they came and beat him again.

Sleeping against the wall made them back sore, and they had to come and beat him.

Anyway, no matter what he said or did, as long as he was in this room, he was always wrong.

Any reason for being unhappy can be the reason for beating him.

The original pair of expensive glasses had been completely squeezed and deformed, and the original brilliance and luxury features cannot be seen.

Travis huddled in the corner of the toilet, holding the curved and deformed frame in his hands. His myopia made him feel uneasy and vigilant at all times, and he had to listen attentively to the movement outside.

And he needed to keep an eye out for Luca to find a reason to hit him again.

Dignity, after two days and two nights of beatings, had completely disappeared.

As long as Luca hit him, he would immediately beg for mercy and admit his mistake, or kowtow, as long as Luca could stop.

It was just the detention room. He had already lived such a hellish life as death. He can't imagine what it would be like to enter the High-order Prison.

Just as he was thinking, the sound of the door being unlocked came from outside.

The crisp sound of slamming the iron lock was particularly abrupt in the quiet cell.

Travis shuddered immediately, clasping his arms around his knees and burying his head.

He didn't know whether it was food or water delivered. As long as this happened, Luca will definitely be upset again and come to him to vent.

He was so scared that he was shaking and his clenched teeth were rattling. And he kept swallowing the sticky smell of blood in his mouth.

There was the sound of military boots stepping on the concrete floor, and every step was taken calmly, getting closer and closer.

Just listening to that voice, he can feel that the other party had a strong aura and was very oppressive.

Travis was so short-sighted and unless the thing was very close, everything was blurry.

But he didn't dare to look up at all. He was highly tense, and quietly listened to the military boots gradually approaching his side.

The next second, someone touched his arm and forcibly pulled him up.

He panicked and shouted desperately, "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. Don't hit me, please! I can learn to bark!"

"Travis, see who I am."

The man's cold and familiar voice could be heard.