Chapter 226 Tomorrow, everything will be revealed


    Malcolm sighed, remembering what Fifteen had just said, and feeling incredibly guilty.


    "Hurry up. I caused her to live so hard over the past six months. I always have to pay her back


    something so that I won''t feel guilty."


    Chad wanted to say something but couldn''t.


    He didn''t owe Miss Lyra any more!


    But Chad knew that his boss loved Lyra too much and wanted to please her in every possible way.


    His love was too humble!


    Chad really felt bad for his boss, yet there was nothing he can do about it.


    ...


    Lyra was awake.


    The first thing to do was to check her body if there were obvious hickeys.


    On the small sofa, the quilt was neatly folded.


    It seemed that Malcolm didn''t take the opportunity to sleep herst night.


    He actually was willing to give in and sleep on the sofa. It turned out that he was an abstained man the


    the rumor she heard was wrong.


    She still remembered all those things that happenedst night before she got so drunk that she was


    unconscious.


    Butst night, because of alcohol, she was not very sensible.


    The Malcolm thing was so fishy. She needed to check it out again.


    When she found out that the old Mr. White had invited her to breakfast, she declined. But when she


    remembered the things about Malcolm, she epted it anyway.


    At the dinning table, she took advantage of the interval when she was chattering with the old Mr. White


    and tentatively interjected.


    "Rudolph, I heard Mr. Malcolm came back only six months ago? I saw him in personst night. He''s


    quite handsome, but howe there are rumors that he is ugly?"


    The old Mr. White did not change his face, "After he gains a foothold in Suham, too many celebrities


    want to pursue him. He doesn''t like them, so he deliberately let people spread the rumor."


    "I see." Lyra smiled and continued to ask, "So has he always looked like this now?"


    "Or what?" the old Mr. White gave her a quizzical look, a very natural expression on his wrinkled face.


    Lyra smiled even wider, "I just saw Mr. Malcolm. He''s so handsome. I was wondering if there are


    photos of him before."


    "There are really no photos. Malcolm the kid hates taking photos."


    Hate taking photos?


    This was quite simr to Melvin.


    She was silent and continued to eat her breakfast.


    Back in the car.


    She thought again of what Sylvia had told her earlier at Peachpuff.


    Sylvia said "He is also quite poor. He came back from the army in a mission six months ago. His whole


    body was covered with blood. And his wound was serious. I heard he vomited blood every day. My


    grandfather was frightened ..."


    Melvin died six months ago, and Malcolm returned to the White Manor six months ago, scarred and


    bruised.


    Could there be any connection between the two?


    To answer her questions, she made a phone call to Sylvia.


    "I''m so ttered. You took the initiative to call me!"


    Lyra asked with a sullen look, "Sylvia, the main reason I called you today is to ask about Malcolm."


    "Wow!"


    Her tone was meaningful, "I understand, Lyra. What do you want to know? I''ll tell you everything!"


    "Six months ago, when exactly did Malcolm go back to the White family?"


    Sylvia on the other end of the phone thought seriously, "It''s been too long. I can''t remember much."


    "So, for Malcolm at present, do you feel different?"


    "No, he was sent to the army since he was a child. He rarely came back over the years, especially after


    fifteen years old. He didn''te back until six months ago."


    After fifteen years old and he never returned to the White Manor?


    It was quite strange.


    Lyra continued, "Last time I heard you say he was injured when he came back six months ago. Where


    did he get hurt? Did he hurt his face and back badly?"


    "I''m not sure about this. I''ve never seen his injuries. I''ve only heard from the servants at grandpa''s, but


    it''s true that he was badly injured. And during the time, he was fighting for power with uncle. He was in


    a wheelchair at that time and wearing a mask."


    After asking, she felt that there was not much particrly useful information.


    Lyra exchanged a few pleasantries with her and hung up the phone.


    Fifteen, who was driving in the front row, asked curiously, "Miss, why are you suddenly so concerned


    about Mr. Malcolm? Last night, did you have a chemistryst night?"


    Lyra was too busy trying to figure this out to pay attention to his garrulousness and just said, "Fifteen, I


    always feel something strange. It feels like Melvin isn''t dead."


    Fifteen did not believe, "Miss, how is this possible? Before the ident, Mr. Melvin had serious injuries.


    He went there single-handed. The chance of survival is very little. And Neen watched the


    cremation."


    "So is it possible that the body is a fake? That someone of simr stature to rece him?"


    Fifteen thought seriously, "It''s possible. But if Mr. Melvin is really alive, why doesn''t hee back to


    you? He used to be dying to be by your side every day."


    That was what Lyra had never been able to figure out.


    She looked out of the car window, and Malcolm''s face fromst night gradually appeared before her


    eyes.


    The way Malcolm looked at her was well disguised, but she always felt like she knew her. And his


    habitual gestures he would make when he was nervous, were exactly like Melvin.


    How could such a coincidence happen?


    But why were there no scars on his body?


    The burn that was caused by S40 was sure to leave a scar, and the scar was difficult to bepletely


    removed.


    It looked like it was time to ask Collin.


    She went to the new building of Angle Group first. The decoration was basically perfected. She had to


    select a good day in a few days, then she can turn over all the business of Frayton to here.


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    Coming to the top floor president''s office, she sat down in her chair, and Fifteen was standing guard


    outside the door.


    She checked Collin''s schedule for his flight and learned that Collin happened to be off today before she


    called him.


    "Collin, is there a drug at theb that is particrly effective at removing scars so that the skin can be


    Collin: "No, no drug can restore skins to this extent. Why are you asking this? Are you hurt?"


    Lyra hurriedly shook her head, "No, I was just curious."


    "If you want the skin to bepletely restored without traces, I''m afraid you have to have a facelift and


    do a skin recement surgery. The best technology in the world is currently in Howheudor."


    Lyra was silent for a long time before she spoke seriously, "Collin do you... know that I''m engaged to


    Malcolm?"


    "I know, what''s wrong?"


    "Malcolm, he seems to be a part of National Investigation Bureau. His whereabouts arepletely


    hidden. It''s not easy to me to check it but if you can, can you find out if he has any flight records out of


    the country in the past six months?"


    Collin was wondering, "Why do you suddenly want to check his exit record?"


    Lyra justughed, "I''m engaged to him. So, I just want to find out more about him."


    That made sense.


    Collin was a little skeptical but didn''t say much, "Yes, but it''s really not easy to check Malcolm''s


    schedule. It will take a little time."


    "How long will it take?"


    "As soon as possible. Tomorrow afternoon."


    ...


    Lyra stayed up all night.


    For thest six months, she had not been sleeping particrly well.


    But thest two nights she was alone with Malcolm and she slept unexpectedly well and didn''t wake up


    for almost the whole night.


    Perhaps tomorrow, all doubts can be answered.