The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 769

On the heavy rainy night, several armed vehicles sped along the highway.

Malcolm clutched his cell phone nervously, still trying to get through to Lyra.

Out of service, still out of service...

Brad showed a GPS-enabled photo of her location, and Malcolm stared at the red dot, expecting to see his wife at the red dot.

"Boss..." Brad was driving, and glanced at Malcolm in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

"Speak," Malcolm said succinctly.

"In the middle of the night, Madam's GPS only went online one time. I think... There's something wrong here. By the time we reach there, there won't be any suspicious clues..."

Malcolm's thin lips were pressed into a straight line, and his jaw was always taut, a sign of repression.

"Don't talk nonsense. Contact the border police in district immediately. It'll only take them ten minutes to get there. Block off the entire highway. Even if it's a bird, it's not allowed to fly out of the area."

"Yes."

Brad drove with one hand and expertly tapped on his bluetooth headset with the other to get the person in charge on the phone and relay Malcolm's orders.

The rain never ended.

Approaching the highway, Malcolm looked out the window at the dark rain and sniffed himself.

"Brad, do I smell like cigarettes?"

Brad shook his head. "Boss, you're giving me a hard time. I smoke too. I'm not sensitive to this smell. I think... It's no different from the day."

It was useless to ask that.

The vehicles were large, and in addition to firearms and weapons, there were also emergency supplies.

Malcolm went to open a wooden box, pulled out a set of dark green casual military uniform, turned off the overhead light in the armored car, and quickly changed into a new set of clothes.

Brad peeked in the rearview mirror from time to time. In the dim light, he couldn't help but notice his pecs and abs.

Uh-huh. ... boss's skin looked so good. No wonder he was so pleased by his wife.

"Do you want to be blindfolded and a target for training camp tomorrow?"

The man's deep voice suddenly came from behind.

No kidding. At this point, all Malcolm can think about was to find his wife.

Brad was so scared that he looked away and focused on driving.

Within five minutes, Malcolm had deftly changed into a full suit, buttoning.

His eyes were red in the dim light of the car.

Rara hated his smoking and liked to see him clean.

Even if there was only a one-in-10,000 chance of seeing her tonight, he must go to her tidily.

After only a few hours of being out of touch with her, Malcolm felt as if he had been separated for centuries.

Their kids were five years old, and in all those years he had never been so frightened.

After more than an hour of being uneasy, the five armed vehicles that passed through the rainy night steadily stopped at the closed gate of Kiplam Hills Suburban Highway.

There was a squad of policemen waiting at the intersection.

Brad got out of the car, grabbed a big black umbrella, went around to the back, and opened the door for Malcolm.

Malcolm got out of the car and walked over to a police officer.

"Hello, Mr. White, My name is Tate Wilson. I'm the captain of this district. You're still on official business late at night. It must be hard." The man bowed respectfully.

Malcolm nodded. "You too. How was the road? How many cars did you stop?"

"It's always quiet in the suburbs, and there's not a lot of traffic on the roads. In the last hour, there have only been two cars, and they're trying to identify the drivers."