The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 767

If it was a stranger, even in danger and needed of help.

Malcolm knew Lyra well enough to know that she would have stopped to help call 911, or 120, but she would never have let him get in the car.

Unless it was someone she knew, someone close to her...

Malcolm was breathing heavily and looked at the magnified video footage. The Man in the back of the car seemed intent on avoiding the street cameras on the road.

Only half of his shoulder was visible, and he did look rather burly, like a man at first sight.

But this man, who was he?

One mystery after another, Suham's recent troubles had kept NIB up all night, and a host of other pressing matters waited to be dealt with.

"There were no signs of a struggle, no sharp tools left behind, and it may have been someone Rara knew."

Muttering to himself, he turned to Brad and said, "Go ask the shops near the bridge and see if anyone has installed outdoor burglar surveillance cameras. Maybe they can see something."

This could be a breakthrough for now.

"You're right. I'll make the call now."

Brad took two steps to the door, put his hand on the doorknob, and remembered something, turning his head, "Boss, I know you're worried, but... you have to take care of your health. It's winter, and the rain is too cold. You haven't even gotten rid of the wet clothes on your body. Don't get sick before finding Madam..."

As he spoke, Malcolm gave him a cold eye and he tactfully shut his mouth.

"I'm going, I'm going..."

Brad slouched his shoulders and silently shut the office door.

Malcolm came all the way back from the ravine. His hair was still wet and his clothes was still dripping.

He opened the drawer and took out a pack of cigarettes.

He hadn't touched one of these since Lyra was pregnant, and he didn't have to see their kids tonight, even if he smelt like cigarettes.

Taking out his lighter, he lit a cigarette and took a deep, venting breath.

The bitter taste of smoke along the mouth diffused in the whole chest. That was so uncomfortable that he coughed.

His eyes were red and pitiful. He stared at the cigarette on his fingertips and murmured softly, "Babe, I quit smoking. Did you see that? I want to be subjected to your rules. Let me find you quickly, okay?"

His voice choked up very much. He forced himself to calm down all the way from the ravine. The sad feeling of losing his wife, until this moment when nobody was around, exploded finally.

The man, who used to be cold and tall, now shrugged his shoulders and was like sinking into the mud.

The rain outside the window was so loud that it drowned out the small sobs in the office.

Malcolm took a deep breath, coughed, smoked a whole cigarette quickly, and threw it into the glass ashtray.

To keep Chad and Anthony from bothering him, he turned off his cell phone in his pocket early.

Taking another mobile phone out of his desk drawer, he dialed the number he knew by heart.

Waiting for less than two seconds, there was a gentle female voice prompting him that the other side signal was weak, not in the service area, please dial later.

Lyra's phone was still on, but it made him feel worse than if the phone had been turned off.

There were no signs of a struggle on the car.

Someone she knew was in Lyra's car.

Without breaking down, Lyra chose to race down the hill.

There was no blood in the ravine, and the rain and mud washed away any evidence of the possibility.

Malcolm can't even imagine what Lyra was going through on that car...

Staring at the stack of surveillance photos on his desk, he suddenly remembered something important.