The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 775

"Who are you looking for?"

On the phone, the man's voice was very hoarse and unpleasant.

But when Malcolm heard his voice, he thought of Frank's youthful face and the days he spent training with him.

Coming out of training camp, they'd all learned a little bit about voice-altering techniques.

"Frank, it's you?"

It was a question, but Malcolm sounded certain.

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone. After a while, he chuckled.

"It seems I underestimated you. It's amazing that you could guess it. No wonder you've been in charge of NIB for so many years."

Malcolm didn't have time to listen to him and went straight to the point, "Where's my wife? Let her go and tell me what you want."

The man snorted coldly and said in a hoarse voice, "I thought you have a heart of stone in this life. I didn't expect you to truly love your wife. If I want your life, would you be willing to give it to me?"

Malcolm was silent.

Thinking about it, he said carefully, "As long as you can get Lyra back safely, you can watch me shoot myself on the news the next day."

"Why should I believe you?"

"We've known each other for years. You know me. If you don't believe me, I can write a suicide note."

His calm tone was deliberative, as if discussing what to eat with the man on the phone.

But Malcolm's serious words provoked him.

"Malcolm, have you forgotten that once a girl died because of you? You were so heartless back then, but now you're playing a role of loving husband who trades his life with yours. Do you think I'll let you off so easily?"

Malcolm's face paled, and his words brought back a blood-tinged memory.

"Why aren't you saying anything? Do you think that after so many years, you can sit comfortably in the NIB and love your wife without any guilt?"

The man almost gritted his teeth, showing his hatred.

Malcolm was expressionless. "I have no guilt for her. I deserve it." he said

"Malcolm White!"

The man's gloomy voice, because of being hoarse, sounded unpleasant, like a beast's terrible hissing, more like a leopard absconding in the dark, completely enraged.

"It's been so many years, yet you're still so heartless. Well, since you're so capable, you should investigate it yourself. You might even find your wife."

"But, before that, let me remind you that I've been quite polite to your wife recently. Two more days later, do you want her ring finger or her slim and cute little finger?"

Malcolm tightened his grip and gritted his teeth. "Frank, if you dare touch her, I'll make your life a living hell."

Frank was unimpressed. "I wish I was dead a long time ago. I don't need your help, but I'm lucky to be able to drag you and your wife along with me."

Brad was actively checking the location of Frank's signals as the two talked on the phone.

Malcolm's communication tool was a surveillance cell phone with special scientific technology.

The moment the call was connected, all of Frank's cell phone information would be uploaded to the cloud database of NIB through encryption.

The technology was new and Frank had no idea about the new sleuthing technique.

Malcolm glanced at Brad as he talked on the phone.

Brad stared intently at the computer screen, deftly manipulating strings of complex code.

Unsuspecting, Frank was still saying, "Malcolm, actually, it's not that I can't let your wife off after all these years of friendship between us. As long as you admit your past mistakes, go to April's grave and kneel down. Then, kneel and guard her grave for three days and three nights. Then, I'll let your wife come back safely."