The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 815 Does she like babysitting so much?

However, seeing the excitement and hope on Lyra's face, he couldn't say anything but, "Listen to

yours."

One hour later.

Two jolly little figures ran up to Lyra and Malcolm, hopping and telling the funny stories of their arrival.

Chad, on the other hand, had a lot of things on his body: a school bag, a water bottle, a small towel, a

small coat...

Lyra couldn't help but joke, "Chad, you're going to be a great dad."

Being teased by Lyra, Chad's face turned red, and even his ears turned red.

Seeing him like this, Lyra approached Keira and whispered, "Keira, you should hurry up. Spencer and

Momo are five years old. It's time to have a playmate."

"Lyra..."

Keira, too, was shy and ran to the lake.

The afternoon sun was shining, and Chad and Keira were busy with the barbecue. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Not far away there was another family. They looked happy. It was a family of four in the shade under

the tree, and they were eating fruit.

The breeze was very pleasant.

Malcolm looked at Chad and Keira by the lake and smiled at Lyra. "We were the ones who advocated

barbecue. Now it's their job. It shouldn't be." he told Lyra

He said that it shouldn't, but he didn't move from his wife's side. Spencer said quietly behind his back,

"Daddy, you're still pretending to be a good man after gaining advantages."

The rest of the group burst out laughing.

The happy time was always short. After eating barbecue and watching the sunset, the two families

separated.

The two children were so tired that they got on the car and began to sleep. Now they were physically

and mentally satisfied.

At 10:00 p.m. , Brad e-mailed Malcolm Frank's final verdict.

The judicial review found Frank guilty on all counts and sentenced him to death by firing squad within

three days.

The verdict was littered with the list of Frank's crimes, but Malcolm's eyes were fixed on the words

"agree to the death penalty".

The door to the study was closed, and Lyra saw that he hadn't come out for a long time. She pushed

the door open and walked in, only to see Malcolm standing upright by the window, and his back looked

a little lonely.

She hugged him from behind and asked softly, "Honey, what's wrong?"

"Frank will be execute by shooting in three days."

Malcolm's voice was muffled, and Lyra knew that Frank was his former comrade and they used to be

close. Instantly, she understood what was bothering him.

"Then you must see him off that very day."

After all, they were once partners who fought side by side.

Malcolm said nothing. He turned around slowly, held Lyra in his arms, and called out with confirmation,

"Rara."

"Well, I'm here. I'm always here."

They held each other like this until Lyra's feet were sore and they went back to the bedroom to rest.

Three days later.

Frank was led into the firing squad's room, and Malcolm, dressed in black, stood across from the squad

with his hands behind his back. And his eyes looked calm.

Today was Frank's day to die. The electronic locks on his hands and feet had all been removed. The

police tied him up with hemp rope.

"This is your last time on earth. Is there anything else you'd like to say?"

Hearing the police's question, Frank smiled, saw Malcolm for a moment, and his eyes lit up with a

sneer.

"Why? Mr. White, do you come here today to make fun of me? To see how badly I'd die?"

Malcolm didn't speak but took out a bottle of wine he had brought.

Taking off the stopper, he poured the wine on the floor and said calmly, "Here's to a lost friend."

Frank looked at him blankly, as if he did not expect him to say so. In the end, he felt that what he said

was enough.

"Malcolm, don't think you've won."

Frank laughed and said lazily, "I told you so."

Although he was in prison and had to be shot, he actually had a way to escape.

But this time, he didn't want to escape.

He had killed many people and done many things in his life, but he had never been with his beloved

one.

In fact, how can he not understand April was suspicious, but he liked her. She was willing to give her

excuses, willing to be deceived by her, just because she was April.

The original revenge suddenly lost its meaning when Malcolm tore the truth apart.

The meaning of his life died with him.

Bang!

A shot rang out, piercing his heart with precision. Frank smiled and didn't breathe.

Malcolm poured another glass of wine on the floor, looking cold.

*

Callahan Group.

"Mr. Callahan, Frank is dead. He's shot today."

Zack passed the message on to Anthony, who paused in his office typing and said, "Yeah."

He was a scum like that. And it had nothing to do with him.

"What is she doing?"

Anthony changed the subject.

Zack didn't know what to say at first. He quickly remembered who "she" was and replied,

"She's still in internship period. She does some odd jobs in the logistics department every day, inputting

data and organizing information. Sometimes, she even cleans up the department and buys coffee for

other employees..."

Anthony scowled.

And they even let her do the cleaning, the errand?

It was not like she was a babysitter. She didn't know how to fight back?

He was very upset.

Anthony was fidgeting through the files. His hand suddenly stopped, and he exuded an eerie aura.

The atmosphere in the office turned grim at once.

Zack stood still, not daring to make a sound.

Pow!

A stack of documents was thrown onto his desk. Anthony said coldly, "Warn the director of logistics.

Tell him that if she only comes to the company to babysit other people, she doesn't have to go through

her internship."

Zack looked troubled and said carefully, "Mr. Callahan, she's just an intern now. She doesn't dare to

offend anyone..." Anthony had never been an intern before, so he didn't know how difficult it was to be

an intern.

The people in the company were the ones who would kick her when she was down. Besides, the

interns needed to understand the various aspects of the department's operations. If someone tried to

bully her in that name, Mavis couldn't refuse.

Anthony glanced over, and Zack choked back his words that didn't finish.

"Mr. Callahan, don't worry. I'll go and make the arrangements."

Zack almost ran away from the CEO's office. As soon as the door closed, he wiped the cold sweat off

his forehead.

Logistics Department.

Mavis was sorting through the work the director had given her, tapping away at the keyboards.

Zack came over, knocked on her desk, and said, "Mavis, you need to come out with me."

"Huh?"

Focusing on the numbers on the screen and suddenly being called, Mavis still hadn't reacted what

happened.

When she saw Zack, she asked, "What can I do for you?"

When Zack arrived, the people around her all looked over, wanting to hear something from it, and

exposing their gossipy looks one after another.

These days, the rumors about Mavis and Zack hadn't gone away, and although the chatter was quieter,

it was still on their minds.

Zack whispered, "There are instructions for Mr. Callahan."

Anthony?

What did he want?

Speaking of Anthony, Mavis followed Zack out.

Those in the logistics department who didn't like Mavis, seeing her leave with Zack, couldn't help but

look at her scornfully and gossip.

"See, she was trying to deny it, and now she's going out with him. She clearly came in because of an

improper relationship, so what's the point of quibbling?"

"Yes, with her qualifications, she doesn't deserve to work for us at the Callahan Group."