The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 805

As long as Lyra didn't leave the lab, this shouldn't be a problem.

Seeing Malcolm's face gradually change, "Don't bother," he said. "Do you really think the security in the lab is flawless? To tell you the truth, I had an inside man in the lab a long time ago, and now I have the entire facility under my control, including your wife and children. How dare you kill me?"

Frank was still laughing wildly, and Malcolm went back to his phone in silence.

He'd been calling Lyra a bunch of times, and she was not answering her phone, and if Frank did have Lyra and the kids...

"What do you want to do?" He asked as he put his phone away and pointed his gun at Frank

"Let my men go. You're coming with me."

At that moment, Brad had already taken care of the situation in the simple house, and he brought a group of people to follow him through the rain.

Hearing Frank's words, Brad quickly stopped, "Boss, no!"

Frank was a crafty, mad dog. Who knew what tricks he was playing.

But Frank didn't mind at all. He just smiled and said, "Malcolm, think about it. Your wife and kids' life is more important than yours. I'll only give you a minute to think about it."

He held the chips, clearly disheveled to be trampled in the mud, but he seemed to be strategizing, all in control.

After a while, Malcolm put his gun away and said to Brad, "Keep Lucie safe and let his men go. You stay in the mountains."

Brad gasped, "Boss!"

"Do as I say."

Malcolm snarled. His dark eyes were murky and his breath was cold, and Brad couldn't understand what he was doing.

Following orders was basic, and Brad had to let the men go.

Frank, supported by his own men, demanded, "Get me another car. Your men are not allowed to follow."

"Give him a car."

No matter how unwilling Brad was, he dared not disobey Malcolm's order but watched as Frank's men tied Malcolm's hands behind his back and took him away in the rain.

The armed vehicle sped through the muddy road, splashing water everywhere.

Brad was hopping around in frustration.

What was wrong with boss tonight?

Watching Frank's car disappear into the moonlight, Brad had no choice but to call Chad right away.

Meanwhile.

Frank had his men briefly treat the wound on his leg with a makeshift medical kit from the armored car.

Malcolm was sitting across from him, in an eerie silence.

Clearly, his hands were tied, but he was still a big threat in the whole car.

Frank looked at his ever-calm face and got angry. He grabbed him by the collar and his voice was cold.

"Malcolm, do you know how much I hate you? If it wasn't for you, April, she wouldn't be dead. Why are you living happily ever after, and I am hiding in the dark? And I'd never see April again. It's all because of you!"

Malcolm looked him in the eye and said nothing.

He knew Frank won't listen to anything right now, and he was not going to defend himself.

When he didn't respond, Frank became even angrier. "Malcolm, I'm going to let you pay back a thousand times over! I'm going to take you to April's grave!"

Malcolm knew he wouldn't do something to himself, but he didn't think he'd do it all so he could take him to April's grave.

The rain gradually stopped and the armored car finally stopped too.

Frank limped into the cemetery and finally stopped at an unnamed tombstone.