The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 617

The cell was dimly lit.

The light of the dagger was particularly dazzling.

Ryan clenched the handle of the dagger, looked fierce, and stabbed Malcolm in the waist.

When the dagger was about to pierce Malcolm's dark green uniform, and Ryan seemed to be able to see Malcolm's blood splashing in the next second, however, the dagger was forced to stop at the last few millimeters of distance.

Malcolm grabbed Ryan's wrist so hard that he couldn't move.

Malcolm's eyes were gloomy, and he sneered, "Ryan, you want to murder me in my territory. Are you impatient and wanna die?"

Ryan was startled, then raised his head and laughed, "I know. Even if I kill you, I can't get out of here."

Malcolm frowned, and with a force on his hand, Ryan couldn't hold the dagger in pain, and Malcolm took it.

"You know you can't kill me. Even if you do kill me, it's impossible not to take responsibility, but you still do it. Do you want to die with me?"

He played with the sharp dagger he snatched from Ryan's hand, and pressed it gently against Ryan's neck.

"Your attitude makes me believe your confession just now is the truth."

"Malcolm, every word I say is the truth. If you don't believe it, you can check it out. My words are at least much more credible than Rudolph's perfunctory so-called truth."

Faced with the dagger aiming at his neck, Ryan remained motionless. He was not afraid at all, and his tone sounded sincere and earnest.

" Malcolm, Travis is very simple and stupid, and he is the easiest to be taken advantage of. Since he has been secretly sent out of here, you should stop chasing him. Let him go. He will not return to the White Mansion, and will not bring any troubles to you."

Malcolm pursed his thin lips and looked cold. In the face of Ryan's obviously submissive attitude, he did not give a positive answer to Travis's matter.

"You should care about your own situation first. You try to murder me with a dagger. This is not a trivial matter. You should have gotten out in a few days, but now I am afraid you will have to go to the Ministry of Justice to consider whether you will be sent to the prison."

His deep voice was extraordinarily indifferent, as if mixed with ice.

The entire cell was filled with low air pressure that made it hard to breathe.

"As for Travis escaping again, it depends on your confession just now, whether it is the truth or not."

After the last few words, Malcolm got up, took the dagger, and walked out of the cell without looking back.

"Malcolm , I'm old. I'm at your disposal. Trade me for Travis. Don't hold him accountable."

As he walked to the door, Ryan spoke again, and his tone had a bit of helplessness and vicissitudes like an old father.

Malcolm paused, seeming to think about Ryan's words.

He didn't answer but quickly left the cell.

Walking down the passage of the cell, Malcolm was still looking at the dagger in his hand.

In his whole life, he had never felt the love of his father and mother. And he only remembered the strict grandpa.

As a father, would he really do such a stupid act for his son?

Would he rather risk his life than endanger his son's safety?

And this dagger.

Ryan was searched before being sent to the cell. It was impossible for him to have such a murder weapon on his body. Someone could only quietly avoid the police and take Travis away and give it to him.

And the entire National Investigation Bureau, there was only one person with the strength to cut off all surveillance and take the opportunity to get Travis away.

Rudolph.

Malcolm frowned deeply, clenching the hilt of the dagger and feeling confused.

It wasn't until Ted came over that he took back those heavy and troubled thoughts.

Ted whispered, "Mr. Malcolm, you're not looking very well. Are you alright? Would you like to go back to rest early?"

Malcolm was expressionless and handed the dagger in his hand to Ted, "Ryan tried to murder me with a dagger when I was visiting him. This is the weapon he used. Record this case and I'll be free to deal with it in a few days. "

Ted bowed and respectfully took the dagger with both hands. "Okay, Mr. Malcolm."

Malcolm went back to the office.

Lyra sat on the small sofa and waited for him with coffee.

Seeing him come in, Lyra got up and walked to the door, "How's it going? What did Ryan say?"

Malcolm took off his jacket and his expression was always solemn.

"Ryan said that the car accident was not an accident. It was a deliberate murder. And the person who planned it was Albert."

Lyra was slightly startled, "Albert ? How could it be..."

Albert was Sylvia's father. Although Lyra didn't know him, Albert had helped Malcolm many times when Malcolm was questioned.