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 violetst night!!!
Malcolm was beaten upst night, and now his back was still hurting, so he can''t be the only one who
was miserable.
He coldly nced at Chad, "just the words. One word. Deduct a month''s sry. 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 ce.
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, forst night''s incident, dad has scolded her. There will never be such problems again. You can
go back to the vi tonight to rest, okay? The day after tomorrow is your weing 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 toe 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 Parlorst 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 drunkst night and couldn''t quite remember what happenedst night, "Who drove me to the
hotelst 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 happenedst 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 Melvinst 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 justing to the door and were ready to knock.
Knowing that Lyra wanted topensate, 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 herst night, did he?
Lyra slipped her hand under theforter 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 weing party.
The party was held at Reginald''s vi and was on a grand scale, with all of Suham''s business bigwigs
and prestigious gentry in attendance.
It was two hours before the party started.
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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 note yet. They said he went on a mission. I''m afraid he will note
tonight, but the master will announce the Lloyd family and the White family''s engagementter. 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 thanter.
"It''s okay. With my dad around, even if Malcolm really doesn''te 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 areing, 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 ss 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 elseter 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 n for her!
But why did he avoid seeing her?