The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 622

Coming out of the interrogation room, Malcolm did not return to his office immediately.

He stood for a long time in the quiet and remote corridor, with his back half leaning against the wall. His black eyes looked quiet and introverted, thinking about something.

He was slightly annoyed and subconsciously touched the pocket of his uniform, wanting to quietly smoke a cigarette.

There was no cigarette in the empty pocket.

He suddenly remembered that since the S404 biochemical virus was known to Lyra, Lyra told him to quit smoking. Later, he recovered. Lyra was pregnant and couldn't smell the smoke.

And then again, he couldn't smoke because of the babies.

After all, he had not carried anything like a cigarette case almost a year and a half.

He restrained his intention to smoke quietly, took out the phone in his pocket and called Charles.

"Mr. Malcolm."

Malcolm's voice was cold, and he said directly, "Tell old White, I can let Travis go and don't pursue it. It is considered I have paid off the years of teaching from him, but Ryan must be responsible for the mistakes he made in the past. This is not negotiable. Please don't meddle in the car accident that year."

Charles, who was on the other end of the phone, was stunned.

"Mr. Malcolm, you..." Charles noticed in shock that Malcolm's address for Rudolph had changed from grandpa to the old White.

Malcolm had always respected Rudolph the most and listened to his words very much, but he always... called him Grandpa.

"Mr. Malcolm, this thing... Mr. Rudolph..."

Charles' voice trembled slightly. He was really frightened by his indifferent attitude. He wanted to help explain for Rudolph, but didn't know where to start.

Malcolm didn't want to hear it either, "My position has been made clear. If the old White wants to make his eldest son's family to be taken advantage and get a bad reputation in order to protect his second son's family, then I..."

He paused for a moment and clenched his fingertips on the phone, and his tone became a little colder, "I'd rather not have this elder."

"Mr. Malcolm!"

Beep-

Charles screamed in horror, and Malcolm hung up.

He coldly clicked on the phone screen and decisively pulled Charles' number into the blacklist. He didn't want to accept any sophistry and explanation.

The position had been made clear. He turned around and went to the cell.

Because of his frowning and cold face, he looked extremely aloof and the police officers passing by were so frightened that they greeted him with trembling.

The cell door opened.

Ryan, sitting in the corner, was leisurely smoking.

Seeing Malcolm coming in, Ryan didn't look up but continued to smoke on his own.

Because he didn't even need to look up, he could feel the cold and brutal aura belonging to Malcolm, which rushed towards him as the iron door of the cell opened.

He breathed out the smoke, and his tone was relieved a lot for a moment, "It seems you have already found out the truth. You feel I am lying and frame him, and my father is covering up and condoning."

Malcolm didn't speak, but walked towards Ryan and stood up straight.

Ryan snorted lightly, "Actually, no one is innocent in this accident. Although the accident was caused by me, Rudolph, Albert, Charles who has served for more than thirty years, and even your auntie Alice who likes you a lot, they are all helping me hide it. They are all accomplices."

When he spoke, he watched Malcolm's fists clenched with blue veins under the cuffs of uniform, couldn't help feeling better, and took two sharp puffs of cigarettes.

"Why do you think Alice leaves Crana for so many years and refuses to come back?"

"It's because she feels guilty and dares not come back to face you every day."

"The Whites knew I killed your parents, but you haven't heard the slightest rumor for so many years. If I hadn't been involved in this matter, you might have been kept secret for the rest of your life."

"Malcolm , you were forced to lose your parents when you were a child. And all the relatives around you who showed love for you all helped the murderer to hide it from you. Don't you think you are very pathetic?"

The more he spoke, the more frantically he laughed.