Chapter 290 Don''t show off your tricks. They''re all Malcolm''s leftovers


    The party was about to begin.


    The garden was bustling with guests and the sound of violins and pianos came through.


    And at this moment in the vi.


    Garrett was in a secluded hallway, facing a difficult decision.


    Irene decided to give it one more push, "Garrett, drink up! I''ve already done this. You have no way


    back. If Malcolm and Keith find out in advance, how will they revenge against our family?"


    "But if you make it, Malcolm will dislike Lyra and break off the engagement. And the Lloyd family will


    feel ashamed of themselves and have no face to ask our family for a statement. And the initiative will


    be in our hands! By then, Lyra will be at your mercy."


    "Garrett!"


    Garrett''s eyes grew firm as he was pushed to the point of no return.


    He took the champagne Irene handed him and tilted his head and drank it down.


    Irene was satisfied and smiled happily, "Go upstairs. She''s your little beauty only tonight. Enjoy!"


    Garrett, with mixed emotions, held onto the handrail and walked very slowly.


    Irene looked at his back, silently took out her phone and sent a message [Done].


    Then she asked again [about the drug for Melissa. Confirm again, and follow the nter. I want her


    to lose her reputation!]


    ...


    Same time.


    Lyra was carried to Garrett''s room.


    The male servant ced her on therge bed and prepared to remove her dress.


    Without waiting to touch it, his wrist was clutched by a pair of small and slender hands.


    The male servant was stunned and raised his eyes to see that Lyra had woken up somehow.


    In the colorful lights of the garden outside the window, the pair of starry eyes were with ghostly lights


    and shed with endless coldness.


    With her pretty red lips, she smiled in a conspicuous way.


    "You! When did you wake up? You weren''t drugged?"


    The male servant froze for a second and instantly reacted with a sinister look in his eyes. His right hand


    quickly broke free and his thumbs came together to form a knife, ruthlessly aiming at her neck. And he


    was ready to sh her to unconsciousness.


    Lyra''s cold eyes narrowed slightly and she was about to strike, but someone else was faster than her.


    There was a muffled thud.


    The male servant was unaware that he had been knocked unconscious from behind, and half of his


    body fell onto the bed.


    As soon as he fell, Ted''s sunny and clean face showed up.


    Lyra was a little surprised, "What are you doing here? Did Mel send you to follow me?"


    Ted nodded and knelt down to the bed to check on her, finding her neck slightly red from strangtion


    and he was full of trepidation.


    "I''m screwed! Did I show up toote? You are actually injured? Ahh! He has to kill me!"


    Lyra was amused by the way he freaked out and wanted to cry.


    "No injuries. These red marks will disappear in a while. You came at the right time. Give a hand."


    Ted scratched his head, "Are you going to ...?"


    Lyra raised her eyebrows and looked meaningful, "You''ll knowter!"


    ...


    In the garden, the party had already started.


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    Oscar was speaking on stage.


    Malcolm sat alone by a table.


    He tightened his eyebrows. His breath was so cold that no one dared toe over and share his table.


    The party had already begun. Surprisingly, Lyra went for so long and did not return. And he didn''t


    receive any message from Ted.


    He was restless and his mania was constantly churning.


    It didn''t take long for the chair next to him to be pulled away.


    "Rara ..."


    He turned his head and his face instantly froze. His breath was gloomy to the extreme, "Why are you?"


    Ethel was wearing a Balenciaga luxury dress today. With her delicate makeup, she was quite beautiful,


    and her beauty was captivating.


    Many wealthy men saw her appearance and never took their eyes off. However, they saw her sitting


    next to Malcolm and their hearts went cold.


    She was such a beautiful person, but Malcolm did not even look at her.


    Ethel herself was very popr. As she sat down, many photographers started to take photos.


    She was calm and rxed in front of camera, smiling warmly and whispering, "Mr. Malcolm, the


    camera is on over there. Don''t look so mean."


    Malcolm''s lips were pursed and he ignored her.


    She did not feel embarrassed, poured herself a ss of red wine, and clinked Malcolm''s ss of juice.


    "Are you looking for Miss Lloyd? I just saw her."


    She took a sip of red wine, which was sultry and elegant, and she continued, "I think she was talking to


    Mr. Frazier in the hallway."


    Malcolm''s dark eyes were deep, treating her like air.


    "You trust her that much? She said on one hand that she''ll not be alone with Mr. Frazier for fear that


    you might misunderstand. But on the other hand, she quietly met Mr. Frazier. And the two seemed to


    have gone upstairs together. Aren''t you curious what they were doing upstairs?"


    Malcolm''s expression grew cold. His hawk-like gaze directed at Ethel, sarcastically.


    "I can''t bear having grit in my eye. All these tricks of yours are the same trite ones I used to use in front


    of Lyra."


    Ethel''s face froze slightly.


    Malcolm didn''t bother with her, got up and walked in the direction of the vi.


    Chad just happened to find him and whispered a few words to him.


    Quite a few cameras followed him as he got up, capturing his increasingly chilly expression under that


    silvery gray ghostly face.


    Malcolm grew furious, grabbed a ss from the table and mmed it to the floor.


    Snapping.


    The loud sound startled everyone.


    Oscar , who was still addressing at the stage, was also attracted by the sound.


    In the garden, the music stopped and the speech stopped as well.


    Everyone stared nkly at the angry Malcolm, and no one dared to speak.


    Malcolm''s eyes were cold and hostile as he looked at Oscar on stage, "Frazier family, good job!"


    Mr. and Mrs. Oscar were bbergasted.


    The other guests were so frightened by his raging aura that they didn''t dare to breathe.


    Was he ... making troubles for the Frazier family in public?


    Irene had a bad feeling and was the first to instruct a servant before Chad could say anything.


    A servant was running out of the vi in a frenzy, "Oops! Something bad is happening. On my God!"


    Because she ran too fast, she fell to the ground.


    Irene asked in a pretentious manner, "What''s wrong with you? Today is my birthday, a great day, how


    dare you say it''s bad!"


    The servant''s lips shivered, "Miss, just now, Miss Lloyd drank too much. She actually went into Mr.


    Garrett''s room and ... slept with him!"


    "What?!"


    Mr. and Mrs. Frazier, and Keith made a sound simultaneously.


    All eyes instantly gathered on Malcolm.


    Malcolm''s face was dark and sullen, as if a storm wasing down, and he took Chad with him into


    the vi to "catch the adultery" with murderous intent.


    Keith followed closely up, and Irene, with a couple of strong bodyguards, also followed.


    The other guests were in disarray.


    Oscars was forced to stay to appease their guests and put on a show to try to divert their attention.


    Ethel was the calmest one.


    She sipped her wine and her beautiful eyes were smiling, as if she was watching a show.


    ...


    Malcolm took Chad and went straight to Garrett''s bedroom.


    The soundproofing of the room was very good. There was no sounding from inside, but the tightly


    closed door made they think that there was something going on inside!


    When they reached the door, Malcolm stood for a moment until he heard the sharp and muddled sound


    of high heelsing from the stairwell.


    Only then did he narrow his eyes coldly and instructed Chad: "Bang the door!"


    "Wait a minute!"