The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 662

Lyra watched his movements and didn't answer.

Lennie sighed.

As a black market boss, he looked sad and helpless at the moment, "To tell you the truth, my wife is very strict and fierce. Since we have a child, I am not allowed to smoke or drink at all. If she finds out, I will bear all the consequences after I go home.”

"But... I believe you also know it. In business, how could we not smoke, let alone drink alcohol when socializing, so I only dare to do it secretly every time."

"Before going back at night, I need to take a shower outside to get rid of the smell on my body."

He sighed as he spoke, smiling in a little embarrassed way.

Lyra noticed that although he was complaining, there was light in his eyes. Obviously he felt that it was a very happy thing to be managed by his wife.

Seeing his expression, Lyra thought of Malcolm for no reason.

He was also hen-pecked, not allowed to smoke, not allowed to drink, for fear of affecting the babies.

Will Malcolm secretly smoke and drink outside behind her back like this?

This idea only existed in her mind for a second, and Lyra sneered and denied it.

Malcolm dared not.

In this regard, he was still much more honest than Lennie, and he valued his family more.

Lyra brought her mind back from it and chuckled, "Yes, I can understand what happen to you. After all, there is a baby at home, so you must be careful."

Lennie didn't know how much she had believed, so he turned on his phone, tapped the photo of the baby in the album, and handed it to Lyra.

"Mrs. White, I really didn't want to intentionally hurt your baby. I wanted to bring the baby over with extraordinary means for reason. I hope you can believe my words."

Lyra took the mobile phone he handed over and flipped through a few photos at random, including a group photo of their family of three, as well as a close photo of him alone with the baby.

Checking on the details of the album, she found the shooting time was recent, and there was no PS modifications.

"Okay, I trust you."

After Lyra finished her words, they heard the barking outside the villa.

She was stunned, "You have a big dog here?"

Lennie was also stunned, "No, this is a private house in the mountains. My wife and I used to come here when we were on vacation or during summer holidays. We didn't even leave a servant. Where does the dog come from?"

Lyra was stunned and quickly realized what happened. Her face changed slightly, "Oh, it's my husband coming."

Lennie's face changed, "Mr. Malcolm? With the barking of dog, does Mr. Malcolm come to look for trouble? He's not going to blow up my villa, right?"

Before she could say anything more, Lyra got up quickly and walked towards the door.

Lennie and a group of bodyguards in suits followed immediately.

Out of the living room of the villa, Lyra looked out of the iron gate across the garden.

Malcolm was not wearing a military uniform but a light and simple suit, which made him looker dapper.

His face looked cold, suppressing anger.

The four bodyguards at the entrance of Lennie's villa had been beaten by Malcolm's men.

All of them were handcuffed by the police and looked at Lennie as if asking for help , "Mr. Price, they are too fast. We are not their opponents at all. We were subdued in two or three..."

Lennie looked cold, "You don't need to say it. I can see."

Lennie glanced at the bodyguard beside him, "Mr. Malcolm is here. Hurry up and open the door."

The iron door outside the villa opened, and Lyra took the initiative to walk over, "Honey."

Malcolm nervously checked her for any injuries immediately.

Lyra: "I'm fine. Mr. Price wants to cooperate with the military to find out who is behind the formula case, but he's a bit extreme."

Malcolm didn't answer but felt a little unhappy about her risky behavior this time.

Lennie: "Mr. Malcolm, you come here so quickly. I was going to tell Mrs. White about the situation, and then I'll communicate with you about the kidnapping. Please come in and sit for a cup of tea?"

Malcolm's black eyes were deep, and he didn't say a word. His big big palm clasped his wife's palm tightly.