The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 222 What is hiding?

Violet the shit!

He would never do anything to force Lyra unless she volunteered.

And, it was Lyra who was violet last night!!!

Malcolm was beaten up last night, and now his back was still hurting, so he can't be the only one who

was miserable.

He coldly glanced at Chad, "just the words. One word. Deduct a month's salary. You count yourself."

"Huh?!"

Jesus! Chad's expression can not be more bitter.

That sentence just now was so long, so wouldn't he have to work for a year for nothing?

His boss was ruthless and unreasonable!

He was drowning in grief and froze in place.

Malcolm had a wicked smile, turning his head to leave. Although the back and neck were painful, he

still walked as fast as he could, glowing. He seemed to be in a very good mood.

Chad chased after him while wailing, "Boss, I'm taking trash! Give me a chance to make up for my

mistake!"

...

Lyra hadn't slept soundly for a long time.

She slept until 9:30when she was awakened by the ringing of the phone.

"Baby, for last night's incident, dad has scolded her. There will never be such problems again. You can

go back to the villa tonight to rest, okay? The day after tomorrow is your welcoming party. You have to

prepare for it ..."

Reginald's coughing was very noticeable.

Lyra, who was dazed from sleep, thought for a moment before saying, "Okay."

"Then remember to come back earl. Try on your dress after you're done with your matter, okay?"

"Hmm."

Hanging up the phone, she rolled over and was about to go back to sleep when she gradually became

sober.

She didn't go back to Lloyd's Parlor last night and went to Peachpuff for drinks.

But now, why was she sleeping in the bed?

She sat up and tilted her head to see the broken vase all over the floor next to the bedside table, and

she was so confused that she made a phone call to Fifteen and Seventeen.

After Malcolm left, the two men stood at the door, quickly opened the door and came in when they

received the call from Lyra.

Lyra was drunk last night and couldn't quite remember what happened last night, "Who drove me to the

hotel last night?"

"It was Mr. Malcolm, and he took care of you all night."

Lyra's brows furrowed.

She immediately checked her body and was relieved to find it intact.

Luckily, Malcolm didn't do anything to her, otherwise she might have gone straight to the White Manor

with a knife and cut him up.

But if nothing happened last night, what was the situation with the broken vase scattered all over the

ground?

She did not remember whether there was any argument with Malcolm, only to remember that she

seemed to dream about Melvin last night. It was a very sweet dream. She also kissed him and hugged

him in the dream ...

Fifteen and Seventeen were utterly ignorant. They were afraid that only Malcolm himself knew the

details.

Lyra: "Fifteen, go look for Malcolm at his residence. Tell him that I ask him to talk to me in person."

"Yes, Miss." Fifteen quickly went out.

"Seventeen, go to the hotel manager. I'll pay for the broken vase at the price."

"Okay."

Seventeen turned his head to open the door, and the hotel manager and a servant who was pushing

the food cart were just coming to the door and were ready to knock.

Knowing that Lyra wanted to compensate, the manager smiled very pleasingly, "Miss Lloyd, for the

vase, Mr. Malcolm has already paid it."

Not only did he pay, but also pay in ten times it. And he advised, in addition to tissue paper, no

decorations should be put on bedside table in every room in the future.

Thinking about this, the manager smiled even wider and moved a step to the side to show Lyra the

customized food from the food cart.

"Not only that, Mr. Malcolm has also ordered breakfast for you. All freshly made by the five-star chef.

Miss Lloyd, you can try?"

The servant was bringing all the breakfasts to the small table in the suite, filling the whole table.

Lyra looked at the table of breakfast and pursed her lips.

Malcolm was so attentive?

Why did she always feel there was a conspiracy? He didn't sleep with her last night, did he?

Lyra slipped her hand under the comforter and quietly checked again to make sure there was no pain

and no injuries all over her body.

Being unable to find a breakthrough, she could only ask the hotel manager tentatively, "I've just

returned to Suham and don't know much about this Malcolm. Have you seen what he looks like?"

The manager shook his head repeatedly, "I'm just a small potato, not worthy to see the true face of Mr.

Malcolm. He usually go out with a ghost face mask, but I have seen his back. His legs are long and

he's tall. He got excellent temperament. I think his face should not be ugly."

Lyra didn't say anything.

It seemed that the only way to find out was to meet Malcolm in person.

Malcolm prepared breakfast for her, but she left the hotel after washing up and went to supervise the

construction of Angle Group Tower.

After a busy morning, Fifteen just hurried back, "Miss, I went to the White Manor. Mr. Malcolm is not

there."

"What about White Corp?"

"I went to ask all of them. And they weren't there either."

OK.

Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow he will be there.

However, she let Fifteen go to look for him for two days, and even sent people deliberately in front of

the White Manor and White Corp. They still didn't see Malcolm's figure.

Lyra was baffled. Was this an attempt to avoid her?

What was he hiding?

Two days passed, and time soon came to the night of the welcoming party.

The party was held at Reginald's villa and was on a grand scale, with all of Suham's business bigwigs

and prestigious gentry in attendance.

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Lyra was in the room to put on her make-up. And there was a customized dress that Miss Z designed

for her specially. This dress was worth a lot of money. When walking with the dress on, it will make her

look noble and elegant, like a fairy.

Twelve knocked on the door softly and came to her side to whisper.

"Miss, Mr. Malcolm has not come yet. They said he went on a mission. I'm afraid he will not come

tonight, but the master will announce the Lloyd family and the White family's engagement later. If he is

not here, you will be a joke. What should we do?"

Lyra was expressionless.

She didn't care about that, and the engagement was bound to have to be called off by her, sooner

rather than later.

"It's okay. With my dad around, even if Malcolm really doesn't come tonight, not many people will dare

to gossip."

Just ...

This Malcolm, avoiding her was too obvious.

She pondered over it and just put down the powder puff in her hand when another servant knocked on

the door, "Miss, the old Mr. White has arrived. He said he wants to see you alone and is waiting for you

in the side hall."

"Got it."

The old Mr. White was an elder so it was not good to make him wait too long. Lyra changed the dress

then went to the side hall.

"Hi! Rudolph, knowing that you are coming, my dad specially prepared a good bottle of wine. We can't

neglect our guest."

It was a delicate and intimate yet polite greeting.

The old Mr. White put down his glass of wine and saw Lyra for a moment with surprise in his eyes.

"Kid, sit closer and let me take a good look at you."

Lyra, with a smile on her face, sat down next to the old Mr. White.

Although it was the first time they met, the old Mr. White liked her from the bottom of his heart. She was

not only beautiful, elegant, but also very good at talking. From her appearance, he knew she was a

clear-minded girl.

The old Mr. White was satisfied, "What a good kid! No wonder Malcolm likes you. He's never begged

me in all his years for you. It's the first time ..."

He said something else later that Lyra didn't pay attention to.

The only thing that came to her mind was that Malcolm went to beg the old Mr. White for the first time in

order to get engaged to her.

So, Malcolm, that son of a bitch lied to her and had a premeditated plan for her!

But why did he avoid seeing her?