The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 279 A compromised deal

"Stop!"

Lyra called a halt and stepped forward, "Say it! What's the cure?"

The bodyguards immediately let go of Anthony and took two steps back.

"Lyra, do you really want to know?"

He licked his teeth and smiled wickedly, "I can tell you, but I still have the same three conditions as

before. As long as you nod your head, Malcolm will be saved."

Lyra's eyebrows tightened and she gritted her teeth, "Anthony, you're shameless."

"You're overpraising me. Think again about my conditions. Besides, I'm no worse than Malcolm. If you

stay with me, I'll make you the happiest woman in the whole world."

She laughed, "He is now the richest man in Suham, the president of White Corp, the head of White

family and the boss of National Investigation Bureau. Besides, he's more powerful than you. And he is

also more handsome than you, more fit than you. You are only a felon, a prisoner. Are you worthy to

compete with him?"

Anthony's face changed slightly.

The gap between him and Malcolm was really big now, but soon, it would change!

And ...

"Malcolm has a short life, and for that, I've won!"

This phrase angered Lyra.

She took the gun on the bodyguard's waistband. The muzzle of the gun coldly pressed Anthony's

eyebrow, "There is absolutely no way I'll agree to your conditions. If you don't tell me, I'll shoot you

now!"

Anthony was not afraid at all. His once handsome and exquisite face, now became rough and aged.

"Lyra, be careful. It won't be fun if the gun goes off. After all, if I die, Malcolm will die too! You simply

can not kill me. I know in my heart. Don't need to use this method to scare me."

He now held the absolute initiative.

Lyra did not take the gun back, and she just smiled coldly, "Anthony, you are not qualified to negotiate

with me. If you don't say, I'll immediately let them pour the drug into your mouth. The taste of living in

hell should be very horrible. Can you try?"

Anthony laughed even more unrestrainedly.

"You won't use this jar of drug on me. Because if I really can't stand it and choose to kill myself, the

cure that can save Malcolm can be buried in the ground with me. You'll never know in your life. You can

only watch him die. This kind of taste should be even worse, right?"

What he said this time was Lyra's main concern.

Lyra's nails were embedded in her palm. It was so tight that her arms were shaking lightly, as if this was

the only way to rouse her to sanity.

"Why should I believe you? Maybe you don't even know the cure for S404 virus. And you're

deliberately fooling me to take the opportunity to live."

Anthony proposed a compromise.

"How about this? Find a way to get Collin to bail me out first and return me to freedom. In exchange, I'll

tell you the method that will ease Malcolm's current condition. Then you can see if I'm lying to you

before you consider whether you want to agree to my other two conditions?"

Lyra raised her eyebrows slightly, "Deal!"

She collected the gun, handed it back to the bodyguard, and continued, "But I'll have to plan a little

more about the bail. If find a reason to bother Collin twice in the short term, he'll be suspicious."

Anthony didn't care, "OK, I'll tell you the day I get out of jail. I'm in good health anyway. I can afford to

wait, unlike some people."

He was implying Malcolm .

Lyra was not willing to send him back to prison intact like this.

She took a deep breath and smiled apologetically as she looked at Anthony again.

"One more thing, I entrusted Collin to transport you out. I said I would beat you out of anger. If I don't

really beat you, I don't know how to explain this to Collin. So, ..."

Anthony's smile faded.

Lyra pretended not to see it, glancing at the bodyguard next to her, "Give him a good beating and send

him back."

"Yes."

After the command, Lyra turned her head and walked away. The sound of heavy punches and kicks

soon came from behind. Anthony was re-gagged, and every now and then came out a muffled grunt of

pain.

The sound of the beating soothed Lyra's mood.

She didn't go far, so she leaned against the doorway wall, quietly listening and waiting.

After a half-hour-long beating, Anthony was passed out.

His nose was bruised and swollen, covered in blood. He can't die but one of his ribs was broken.

The bodyguard reattached a black cloth bag to his head, carried him out the door, and handed him to

the man who came to meet him.

Lyra never left.

When the man who came to take Anthony back to the prison drove away, she looked to the two

bodyguards, "Do you know who I am?"

The two men looked at each other and both froze, "You are Miss Lloyd, Mr. Collin's sister."

"Wrong."

Lyra coldly and proudly had her arms crossed and corrected them, "I am the Lloyd family's only

princess. My brothers' treasure."

The two men were unsure and confused.

Lyra continued, "Collin asked you guys to come over to give me a hand and look after my safety. If my

conversation with Anthony today is exposed to Collin or the rest of the Lloyd family. You can guess

what would happen to the unruly and gossipy people?"

The two were stunned and instantly changed their faces, "Don't worry, Miss. We didn't hear anything."

Lyra nodded with satisfaction, "Remember, if Collin asks, he'll censure you for doing what you were

supposed to do. But if anyone dares to spread the words, I promise I ‘ll make him worse than dead!"

"Yes, yes, don't worry Miss."

"Well, no need to drive me home. I'll go back to the White Manor by myself."

...

By the time Lyra got back, it was late afternoon.

The White family retro-style wooden carvings of various courtyard walls were tinted with a layer of

ultimate classical beauty by the red glow in the sky.

In the meantime, Lyra had gotten to know the route to Malcolm's villa.

Passing through the winding alley, she arrived at the door.

The villa garden was bustling.

Malcolm was sitting in a chair with a brand new wood plaque on the table in front of him, and he was

taking a large gold-stamped brush and writing on it.

Chad,Ted and Brad came. And Eleven, Twelve and the other were called into the garden. They all

watched Malcolm writing.

Lyra looked at this picture from afar. It was a group of handsome men, which was extremely eye-

catching.

And of these eight handsome men, Malcolm was the most prominent.

In addition to the handsome face, his whole person's temperament was also outstanding. Just with one

look, Lyra's eyes can no longer be removed from him.

She walked gingerly over to the back of the Fifteen and quietly looked at Malcolm's writing. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

"Lyre Spiti?"

Hearing her voice, everyone turned their heads to look at her.

"Miss Lyra."

"Miss, you're back."

Malcolm's gaze was the hottest of all, "Rara, come here."

Lyra walked over to Malcolm, who took her into his arms and let her sit on top of him. He handed her

the quill and put his own hand on it.

The two wrote the last few strokes together.

Malcolm was satisfied, "You guys, hang this plaque out. Chad will find someone to customize a door

stone in the next few days. Write these words on it as well, and put it in the garden then."

"Got it."

A group of young boys quickly shifted positions.

Malcolm took Lyra's hand and entered the villa.

Lyra let him hold her hand to sit on the couch and snickered, "You're going to call this place Lyre Spiti

from now on. Won't it too old-fashioned to hang the plaque?"

"It's called a testimony of love. They can't wait to envy us."

Lyra just smiled, and felt sweet inside.

Malcolm, however, seemed to think of something and immediately looked at her palms, arms and back

carefully if there were bruises.

Tickled by him all over, Lyra giggled, "Mel, what are you doing? I didn't get beaten up, really!"

Malcolm didn't believe it.

Last time when they were at the laboratory door, Collin knew that they had slept together and he was

horrific. Some time ago they slept a lot of times. He knew that Collin was at home today and how he

could easily let her go?

Malcolm didn't search for injuries, and his eyes moved down to stare at her thick jeans.

"Is it hurt on the leg? Go, go back to your room and let me take a look!"