The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 785 You choose one of us to be your husband

The horizon was fading, and twilight was rising.

The light at the top of the hill dimmed.

The evening wind was cold on his face.

Anthony stood motionlessly on the top of the hill in the breeze, and his face looked composed.

The engines of the five helicopters grew louder, more deafening, and more terrifying, but Anthony

remained motionless, waiting for them to land.

A moment later, the cabin opened, and Malcolm, wearing a dark military coat and boots, walked down

the steps.

Almost instantaneously, the two men's eyes met.

Soon after, Chad stepped off the plane and was relieved to see Anthony.

Fortunately, he did not run away, but ran over to pick them up. It was estimated that there was another

story.

Thank goodness he didn't have to go back to be punished.

"Malcolm, you're making a big deal out of this. You have a gun, and you have more than a dozen men.

Those who don't know will think I'm a criminal."

Anthony smirked.

Malcolm looked at him with dark eyes. He was too tired to listen to his ramblings, and went straight to

the point, "Are Lyra with you here?"

He smiled faintly and corrected him carelessly, "This is not my place. I just found her."

At the end, his tone was profound and his eyes were slightly evil.

"Malcolm, I got lucky this time. I got her before you did. If she chooses me this time, will you let her

go?"

Malcolm frowned. His eyes were red with rage and killing intent.

Approaching him, he yanked at the collar of Anthony's shirt in a violent rage. Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

"If you think of her, I don't mind letting you relive the life-and-death experience of a high-security

prison."

Anthony looked him in the eye, froze for a few seconds, then smiled weakly, "It's a joke, Malcolm. Don't

take it seriously. If I really want to possess Rara, I should destroy all my contact information and cut ties

with all of you. Then, I'll prepare a large sum of money to take her abroad to a small country with a low

level of education."

"Once out of the country, even if NIB is capable, it will take time to investigate. Malcolm, don't you

think?"

Malcolm squinted sharply and was silent.

When he saw Anthony offered to pick them up to land, he knew he didn't have the guts to hide Lyra.

Besides, Anthony was once the director of Security Agency. If he really wanted to hide her, it would

take a lot of effort to find her.

But Anthony had a selfish motive this time, and it was still not a good one.

"Since you've found her, you should contact me immediately and bring her back safely instead of

keeping it a secret. Anthony, I know very well what bad things you're holding back."

Anthony didn't disagree.

He admitted that he did have selfishness, want to give this more than 10 years of obsession an answer.

But only if the person agreed to give him a chance.

He had thought that as long as she was willing, he would take her away and fight for himself, even if he

would be chased and stopped by NIB for the rest of his life.

It was a pity.

"I'd like to take her back," he said, "But only if she's willing to go with me."

Malcolm raised his eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

"Wait for you to see her in person to know." He once again had an evil smile. His blue eyes were very

deep. No one knew what he meant.

Lyra was different now.

Lyra wouldn't pick him, Anthony thought, and she wouldn't necessarily pick Malcolm.

*

The rest of the men with guns were told to stay put, and Anthony led Malcolm and Chad down the

mountain path.

More than a hundred meters from a simple house, Malcolm saw smoke rising from the cooking fires.

In such a small house, a man and a woman alone?

His heart was boiling with rage, burning more vigorously than the stove fire in the house. His fingertips

were down to the waist, neatly drawing out his gun.

Reload, load, and shove the muzzle into the back of Anthony's head.

Hearing this, Anthony stopped, turned around, didn't panic and just wondered, "What?"

Malcolm gritted his teeth. "I'm going to give you one last chance to tell me what you did you do to Rara

after living alone in a place like this for four days."

Anthony snickered. "I didn't get a chance to be alone with her, so just take your gun and hide it up.

Don't scare the hell out of them."

That meant there was someone else in the room.

Malcolm's face slackened. He put the gun away, hid it back behind his shirt, and tightened his coat.

In less than two minutes, the three men walked out into the courtyard of the house.

Through the low mud walls, Malcolm could see, under the eaves, a slender, familiar figure sitting on a

low stool, with a pea pod in her fair hand, picking out the green beans in rows and rows, with a delicate,

almost irresistible grace. Even if she dressed simply, she was also pleasing to the eye.

She had a casual smile on her delicate face and was chatting with an aunt at the door.

For a split second, Malcolm's eyes reddened, and the moisture was uncontrollably swirling around his

eyes.

The person he missed so much had disappeared for ten days. Finally, he saw her.

The intensity of the feeling strangled him, and suddenly became more complicated.

Clearly not injured, why not go home, nor contact him...?

She didn't want a family. She didn't want Spencer and Momo, and... ? him?

The pain in his heart was so severe that he was shaking his fingers under the sleeve of his coat.

Chad looked into his eyes and sighed silently, feeling worried.

Anthony was the calmest, pushing open the small wooden door on the edge of the yard. "Lucie, Rara,

I'm home."

In front of a simple door, the woman called Lucie and Lyra turned their heads at the same time.

Lyra, on the other hand, noticed that Anthony was sitting next to a handsome man in a military uniform.

The dim light of the setting sun covered his eyes, which he had not been able to rest for many days.

Lyra stared blankly. Even from a distance, she could see the man's deep red eyes. The moisture in his

black eyes made him look like he was falling into an unspeakable sadness.

Inexpressibly and indescribably, she felt a throbbing pain in her heart. She looked down and covered

her eyes with astonishment.

She looked up again. And there was a faint smile on her face. Looking at Anthony, who was standing

next to the man, she said,

"So this is the guest you were talking about. They are all quite handsome. The three of you standing

together are really eye-catching."

Just one sentence, Malcolm's eyes dilated. His chest tightened and he was suffocating.

Lyra didn't... recognize him?

Chad was equally surprised, but was more worried about Malcolm's condition, so he quickly held his

arm, fearing that he would be worse off if he didn't get enough rest.

As if anticipating the shock on their faces, Anthony raised an eyebrow, walked into the yard, and smiled

back at Lyra,

"Yes, but I still think I'm the most attractive one."

Lyra rested her chin on one hand and looked at the three men, then finally at Malcolm. "It's different.

You're good-looking. He's handsome."

Lyra said that at the Frayton bar the other day, and she said if choosing between Anthony or Malcolm,

she was going to choose Malcolm.

Malcolm and Anthony remember that.

Anthony raised his eyebrows and asked again, "Do you prefer the handsome one or the good-looking

one? If you choose one to be your future husband, who would you choose?"

Malcolm's palms tightened.

His red eyes were locked on Lyra's face.

Nervous.

He couldn't help but look forward to her answer.