The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 257 Mr. Malcolm finally got a hold of Lyra?

She had attended major film festivals, walked red carpets, large or small, and even been featured as

an important guest at various parties.

Yet no man would ever actively refuse to go out arm in arm with her.

This was simply humiliating for her.

But she was merely upset, she quickly smiled, "I understand. Don't worry. I won't make it difficult for

you and Miss Lloyd."

Malcolm nodded his head, and his long legs stepped out of the car with cool pride, taking the lead.

Chad immediately followed him out of the car and went around to the other side to help Ethel open the

door.

As soon as the two appeared, they were the center of attention, with flashlight clicking around.

Ethel was freely with this kind of scene. The smile on her face was decent and noble. The two entered

side by side, but the distance was very well controlled, not even a piece of clothing touch.

Since then, Ethel had been very disciplined and controlled her distance from all kinds of social

gatherings and interactions.

Malcolm's wariness of her was reduced a couple of times.

Lyra entered long before the two.

But she didn't like to socialize, so she had been sitting with Cody in an inconspicuous corner sipping

wine.

Cody drank a lot, with sullenness written over his face.

Lyra was wondering, "What's wrong with you? Who makes you upset again?"

Cody deflated in exasperation, "Malcolm!"

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Lyra was curious, "Since you came to Suham, you haven't spoken to him yet, right? How did he get on

your nerves?"

"He took advantage of the fact I am not yet of legal age to get a marriage license so he engaged with

you. This is a business marriage. I guess I will never have a chance in my life!"

Lyra snickered and touched his head.

"What are you thinking about!? Even if I'm not engaged to him, I don't like anyone younger than me!"

Cody grunted: "You're bullshitting. You even said you like me before!"

Lyra held her forehead and told him frankly, "Kid, I like you as a friend and brother, not a lover. You can

no longer think of me, or I can only avoid you ten feet away. And we can't be friends."

"No!"

Cody drank a glass of red wine to console himself, "Although I'm not lucky enough to marry you, being

your friend is still good."

Lyra laughed at this and shook her head helplessly.

After sitting in the quiet corner for a long time, Lyra did not see Malcolm so she simply found an excuse

to leave the seat, "I'll go to the bathroom. Come back soon."

At this time, the fountain of the hotel garden.

Malcolm and Ethel had just finished socializing others.

"Mr. Malcolm, I still think it's more kind to call you Malcolm. Is that okay?"

"Whatever."

She immediately called him, "Malcolm, are you still satisfied with the performance of my socializing just

now?"

Malcolm's icy scowl didn't let up, "It's okay."

These words made her smile like a child who was begging for candy.

It was okay, which equaled to good.

And that was satisfactory.

Malcolm finally gave her a compliment!

Her face was written with delight, "So Malcolm, can you find a quiet place to sit with me? I'm a little

tired after standing and talking for a long time."

Malcolm took one look at the twelve centimeter height high-heel and agreed.

The two walked on the stone path of the garden.

The surrounding area was quiet and the streetlights were dim, adding a touch of haziness to the backs

of the two.

Malcolm walked without a word, with his hands in his pockets.

As long as Ethel didn't speak, he won't say a word.

The two walked very slowly and the atmosphere was quiet and somewhat eerie.

Ethel wondered what to talk about. The gravel road was not smooth, and she suddenly stepped on her

feet and lost balance.

"Oops!"

Her whole body subconsciously fell towards Malcolm's body.

Malcolm reacted instinctively and took a step back. Ethel didn't even touch the corner of his shirt.

Malcolm reached out to help her when she was about to fall on her face.

"Malcolm, it scared the hell out of me!"

Ethel, blushing, immediately climbed into his arms and tried to burrow into his arms.

Malcolm's face changed and he was about to push her away when he suddenly glanced at a red figure

standing just a few meters away.

Lyra had her arms crossed and stood quietly. Her gaze locked on his body and her starry eyes were

filled with sarcasm and coldness.

"Rara, listen to me ..."

Without waiting for him to finish, Lyra snorted coldly, turned around and walked away without looking

back.

"Rara!"

Malcolm's heart ached at the coldness in her eyes, and he tried to go after her, but Ethel, who looked

terrified, grabbed his arm and wouldn't let go.

"Malcolm, I think I've broken my foot. It hurts!"

Malcolm didn't care whether she was hurting. His hands, in the black leather gloves, wrapped around

her neck, and his dark eyes were heavy with hostility.

"You saw Rara and deliberately faked a fall on me to tarnish my innocence in front of her, didn't you?"

Ethel's expression was distressed. Her face turned red and breathed hard, "Malcolm, what do you

mean? I don't understand. I really have a broken foot. If you don't believe, you can check to see if I

have cheated you ..."

"It'd better be true!"

Malcolm let her go, not bothering to check if she was lying.

Lyra was mad at him, and that was the most important for him now.

He turned to go after Lyra when Ethel clutched the sleeve of his suit once again.

She changed her previous delicate softness and said with a serious face.

"Malcolm, you don't know Lyra at all. You try your best to love her, but in the end, you will only be hurt

by her more and more. She is willing to be with you now, but all this time, I'm afraid she has not once

said that she loves you, right? Do you still not understand?"

Malcolm gave her a grim look and unceremoniously shook off her hand, running wildly after Lyra.

Ethel failed to stand still and was pushed to the ground by him, staining her long and white dress with

mud.

She did not care. Her eyes were always locked on Malcolm in front of her, with a glint of excitement in

her eyes and an extraordinarily wide smile on her enchanting face.

...

Lyra walked and Malcolm ran.

So as Lyra was about to walk down the steps of the ballroom, Malcolm steadily stepped in front of her.

"Rara, let me explain, okay?"

Lyra gave him an indifferent look. As Malcolm's suit was touched by Ethel's hand, she had her arms

crossed in disgust, trying to walk around him into the ballroom.

Malcolm knew he was dirty and didn't dare touch her and just stopped her from leaving.

"Rara ..."

His eyes were slightly red, and his voice was softly pleading.

Lyra ignored his supplicating gaze, held back the anger that surged through her heart, and scolded,

"Get out."

Malcolm was hurt by her fierce heart and bit his lower lip in depression.

In front of the banquet hall door, he directly unbuttoned his suit, and took off his jacket, then his gloves

without hesitation and threw them directly into the trash.

The action was decisive, without hesitation.

The pure black silk shirt showed off his strong waist extremely well. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

His strange action drew many attention from the side to look this way.

Malcolm simply ignored it and held Lyra up by the waist.

It caused a lot of people next to them to exclaim.

"What are you doing!?"

Lyra glared at him, "Are you looking for death? Put me down!"

She was about to struggle when Malcolm leaned in close to her ear and whispered in a magnetic voice.

"So many people are watching. Rara, don't forget our deal in the morning. I threw the stained clothes

away. I'm very innocent. When we get back, I will explain to you, OK?"

"Don't move. If you fall from my hands, the Lloyd family and White family's stock will fall badly

tomorrow."

Lyra understood the situation.

She secretly gritted her teeth, resisted the urge to twist his ears and turned into circling his neck.

Malcolm knew that she was holding fire in her heart, and his thin lips hooked wickedly, "Whether our

two stocks plunge or soar tomorrow, it depends on how cooperative you're at this moment."

"What else do you want?" Lyra sensed something in his words.

His smile intensified, "Make you a headlines and do what unmarried couples do!"