The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 788

If he just fell, why did his mouth hurt? What kind of weird landing posture did he have?

All the people sitting by the table saw through it but did not expose it. They tacitly picked up the cutlery and ate the food silently.

After dinner, Lyra accompanied Lucie to do the dishes.

The three men said they wanted to talk and went out with a kerosene lamp.

On the country road, the atmosphere was oppressive.

The three men walked in silence until they could no longer see the house, and Malcolm, who was at the front, stopped first.

He turned sharply, and his cold black eyes fixed on Anthony.

Anthony put his hands in his pockets, as lazy and calm as ever.

Seeing his face, Malcolm scowled, "Chad."

Chad knew what he meant almost immediately. He took two quick steps forward, grabbed Anthony by the collar of his shirt, and was about to beat Anthony's face.

Anthony squinted at Chad and said, "Don't punch me in the face. It's too obvious."

Chad's fist faltered, then quickly turned and slammed into Anthony's stomach.

Several times in a row, Chad was getting more and more ruthless.

Anthony didn't fight back at all and didn't say a word. The pain was so intense that he could barely hold it in. It wasn't until his throat was stained with blood that he tilted his head and choked on a mouthful of blood.

Chad stopped, let go of his shirt, and gave him a disgruntled nudge.

He stumbled back two steps. His back was against a trunk, and his hand was on the tree, and he was having another violent choking cough.

The blood at the corner of his mouth was red, and Anthony's face was a little pale, and he was in a lot of pain.

Malcolm looked at his miserable face and felt a little better. "You even pretended to be Rara's husband. If Lyra had nodded, wouldn't you have run away a long time ago?"

Anthony wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with one hand and licked his teeth.

"You're joking. I were just teasing Rara. Who knew that even though she has no memory, she is still very smart."

Malcolm furrowed his brow and ground his teeth, "You're so infuriating."

Chad stepped forward again, pushed Anthony up a tree, and punched him in the stomach again.

Anthony coughed violently, but he didn't scream. He had his own integrity.

Malcolm looked at him coldly. "Why aren't you hiding?"

"Hey... two big shots from NIB are going to beat me up. How can I hide?"

He smiled dejectedly and evilly, and his fine face did not look any worse for the blood at the corners of his mouth.

He would rather than wait for Malcolm to make a move and throw him back in prison.

He'd feel better if Chad beat the crap out of him right now.

He thought thoroughly, smiled and asked, "Just a few punches, enough to relieve your anger?"

That was like a provocation.

Chad grabbed his shoulder and slammed it into a tree, being very furious.

"Yes! You're indeed infuriating! I'm gonna kick your ass all night long, and I'm gonna kick your smug face in, and I'm gonna see what you can do with Lyra!"

Anthony smiled but looked indifferent.

Malcolm, on the other hand, calmed down and asked, "Do you know why Rara has amnesia?"

Anthony shook his head. "Not really. She doesn't remember anything. I asked Lucie. Lucie said she found her in the field. She was hurt and unconscious. Lucie carried her home on her back and woke up like this."

How could she get hurt...

Did she get hurt in the accident while running away?

Malcolm's heart wrenched, and he was furious that he hadn't been there to protect Lyra.

But whether Lyra had amnesia or not, after tonight's performance, it was not entirely certain.

He was afraid she would have to go to the hospital for a check-up before he knew the result.

In any case, it will have to wait until tomorrow.

"Go back."

He walked away. The two men behind him had no intention of following him. He held the kerosene lamp and looked back at them.

His eyes were like asking: Don't go? Want to feed mosquitoes in the mountains?

Chad's face lit up with a smile. "Can you go back first? I want to talk to Anthony alone."

Someone needed to be beaten up. He hadn't satisfied yet.

Malcolm knew what he was going to do and didn't stop him. He just said, "Be careful. They'll get suspicious if wait too long."

"All right, don't worry."

...

More than ten minutes later.

Chad and Anthony went back to the house one after the other.

Chad rolled up his sleeves and stepped into the doorway in a good mood.

Anthony was limping up against the wall. His good-looking face was pale and unscarred except for the bruise on the corner of his mouth as he walked out.