The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 293 Maximum "masculine" charm

Malcolm hooked the bridge of her nose with his finger, and his dark eyes were full of doting.

"Because I'm the only one who knows that even if you're drunk, you'll have thoughts about my body

only."

After all, it was something he had tested himself!

When they were in the hotel not long ago, she was drunk and confused. Facing a ghostly face which

was complete strange to her, she just wanted to beat him, and even tried to kill him. Simply, she was

too fierce to be true.

Today, when he recalled about it, he felt his heart palpitating. That was a nightmare!

But then, Lyra took off his ghost face and found the familiarity from him, and treated him well and gently

for the first time.

He still felt sweet in his heart when he thought about it.

However, if Lyra knew that when she was drunk, she would treat people whom she was not close to

and behaved like a little beast, she would probably want to find a place and hide herself forever.

But Malcolm wouldn't tell her that.

He rested his head helplessly on her shoulder, with his arms circling her waist from behind, "Last time I

said I'll trust you unconditionally. How can I doubt you?"

Lyra's fingertips picked up his chin and leaned down to gently kiss on his thin lips as a small reward.

Chad, who was in the front row, felt their affection through the rear-view mirror from time to time.

He admired the sweet-talking speech of his boss in front of Miss Lyra.

It was clear that he received Ted's report and had told him the truth in advance!!!

He raised his eyes and subconsciously glanced at the rear-view mirror again.

Ugh, he had to get used to it!

Just kiss!

Malcolm had completely blocked out Chad. In Lyra's arms, he raised his right arm and said in a very

weak voice, "Rara, my arm is sore. Can you massage for me?"

Lyra reached out her hands and carefully massaged him, "Am I too heavy? You carried me all the way

downstairs and didn't put me down until we got in the car. It should be a little tiring."

Malcolm shook his head, with his brows furrowing slightly.

What she said was tantamount to saying that he was not physically capable.

"As a man, hugging his fiancée is the right thing to do, not to mention that you are so thin. You're as

light as a bag of cotton. Probably ... I took medicine before going out, and it has not gone out for a long

time. I felt a little bit dizzy."

Lyra knew he was making excuses but didn't expose him, kissing his forehead lightly, "Then sleep in

my arms for a while. I'll call you when we arrive later."

"Great."

His voice was weak, and he buried his face in Lyra's neck, sniffing her good smell. Soon he fell asleep

with exhaustion.

Lyra gently wrapped her arms around his back, lightly patted him from time to time, but she was lost in

thought as she looked out the window at the receding streetlights.

Seeing Malcolm asleep, Chad consciously slowed down and drove more smoothly.

More than half an hour later.

The car stopped steadily at the White Manor.

Because the White Manor was an antique building, all cars had to be parked in a special parking lot

and they needed walk through the winding path to get to Lyre Spiti.

Malcolm was sleeping soundly. His physical strength was not as good as before

Lyra couldn't bear to wake him up and planned to carry him back gently.

Chad looked shocked and reached his hands over, "Miss Lyra, can I do that?"

"No need."

She carried the sleeping Malcolm into her arms and turned to the direction of Lyre Spiti.

Chad froze and looked at her back for a long time before reacting. His boss was ... carried by Miss

Lyra?!

He was simply not too shocked!

His boss was a big tall man who was in Lyra's tiny arms, which was very incongruous, but there was an

inexplicable harmony.

Chad's nose was sour and he was happy for his boss from the bottom of his heart.

He held back his tears and trotted to follow.

Lyra was wearing high heels, not to mention that Malcolm was much heavier than her, so it was a bit of

a struggle to carry him. And she had to walk through the winding path to get to Lyre Spiti.

Chad's sharp eyes noticed a bead of sweat emerged on her forehead, and her heels clacked as she

walked, which made him a little distressed.

"Miss Lyra, how about I take over instead?"

Lyra did not speak, while adjusting her breathing and walking forward without looking away.

Chad continued, "Mr. Malcolm's recession does not affect the weight. He ... is quite heavy. If you

continue, tomorrow your arms will be sore as hell, or let me carry him, OK?"

Lyra replied with softly "hushing" sound and lowered her head to look at the sleeping Malcolm in her

arms, feeling tender.

"I had to experience it myself to feel how tired he is with recession. He carried me all the way down

from the Frazier family today."

Chad was slightly stunned and touched.

After a brief consideration, he decisively and directly picked up Malcolm from Lyra, and put him on his

back.

"You?"

Chad smiled, "He values you more than his life. If your arms hurt tomorrow, he will be heartbroken and

feel guilty, so Miss Lyra, don't argue with me."

He carried Malcolm easily and walked faster than Lyra, who had to hold him carefully behind him from

time to time.

Finally Malcolm was placed in the bed in his bedroom before Chad left the villa.

Lyra then sat on the edge of the bed and massaged her sore arms.

She gazed at Malcolm's handsome sleeping face, and her thought once again wandered off.

During this time, she secretly looked up a lot of relevant information.

Currently on the market, S404 biochemical virus was a forbidden drug. There was little knowledge of

this drug, let alone an antidote.

The medications Jimmy prescribed, which Malcolm had been taking for more than half of a month,

were only supplements and had minimal effect, let alone cure Malcolm's disease.

Wasn't it time for ... to think about Anthony's conditions?

What if...he really knew ...

Her heart was complicated and incomparably torn. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

This was currently the only way. She can only go out and take a risk to try!

...

That night, the Frazier family's farce was uploaded online.

Keith made something and let the top ten news all related to the Frazier family.

Oscar stayed up all night and contacted various media to try to suppress the heat of the new, but it

didn't work, especially with Keith's withdrawal and Garrett's scandal. More and more netizens started to

discuss!

The headlines were directly marked in red the word "breaking", and the relevant software was once

almost collapsed. The impact was comparable to some big movie star's official announcement of a

relationship.

Early the next morning, bad news for the Frazier group followed.

Malcolm took the lead in terminating all previous partnership with the Frazier group.

The White family was now the richest in Crana, and Malcolm was at the helm of the family, sitting firmly

in the richest position.

His random action had a huge impact.

With him taking the lead, many companies and corporations followed suit and immediately severed

their ties with the Frazier group.

The Frazier group's stock plunged overnight, dropping more than a dozen percentage points.

And there was a continuing downward trend.

Malcolm and Keith teamed up to make these things happen, directly making Oscar lose tens of billions

of dollars a night.

At this time, the Frazier family's garden.

Garrett, who was already fully awake, was hung up in a tree for the first time by his own father and

beaten with a whip that left him covered in blood.

The sound was loud and very appalling to hear from a distance, accompanied by Garrett's painful cries

that rose and fell.