Chapter 331 Malcolm is the real treasure of the Lloyd family


    Anthony, who was drinking tea, paused after hearing what she said. His deep and blue eyes were


    hidden under the long eyshes. No one can guess his emotions.


    Lyra just pretended not to see his obviously upset expression and continued to ask tentatively.


    "When you''re in Crana, you''re at least the fourth son of the Cahan family, arge and powerful family.


    Who are you here? What makes me believe you can get the real serum for me?"


    Anthony took an unhurried sip of tea and set his cup down before saying, "I''m here. It''s true that I''m


    nothing in this country, but I have a mother who is a Princess."


    Lyra froze. Originally she thought he would hide it from her but did not expect him to be so


    straightforward to confess.


    He continued, "You just came here. You don''t understand the situation in European Swye. My mother is


    the only sister of the current king. She got high status but did not raise me all these years. She is guilty


    and promises me a request. So to get that super virus serum is too easy for me."


    Lyra thought calmly, "So your mother didn''t go back to Crana with your father to get married because


    she is the royal Princess Cayley and she couldn''t leave this country?"


    At the mention of his hurt, Anthony''s face grew serious, "No, it was because my mother was engaged


    at that time."


    Lyra understood, "Since that''s the case, I''m sure your mother was married and had children for that


    man. She can promise you, but I''m afraid her current husband won''t agree easily when he finds out?"


    Anthony''s face lookedpletely sullen, "I told you frankly about my identity, because sooner orter


    you will marry me. I want to be frank with you, but you ask questions with provoking meaning. There is


    no need to continue this topic."


    He was angry?


    Lyra raised her eyebrows darkly.


    It seemed that Anthony and Princess Cayley''s husband''s rtionship was not good. Perhaps she could


    find an opportunity to start from this.


    "If you don''t want to answer, forget it."


    She readily changed the subject, "I haven''t seen the real Grand Pce. What does it look like? It''s not


    much fun to stay at the apartment. When is it convenient for you, can you take me for a walk?"


    "No problem."


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    Anthony promised decisively, "You''ve had a hard day. Rest early. Tomorrow I''ll arrange for you to go


    around the pce. By the way, I''ll take you to meet my mother. She learned that we''re getting married


    and always wants to see you."


    Lyra was so disgusted to hear about the marriage that she gave an eviction order to him.


    "It''s gettingte. I think you have things to do, so I won''t keep you here for dinner."


    "There is indeed something else to do. Lyra, you really know me!"


    Anthony smiled teasingly and picked up his coat from the couch, "Well, have a good night then. I''ll see


    you tomorrow. Oh yeah! While you''re here, remember to call me Charles Lance ."


    Lyra didn''t say anything and had no intention of getting up to see him off.


    Anthony didn''t expect much of a positive send-off from her either and turned towards the door.


    After taking two steps, he remembered something, stopped and looked back at Lyra suspiciously, "I


    heard from Mason, you brought a bodyguard. Howe I haven''t seen that bodyguard after we were


    talking for so long?"


    "It''s his first time to go abroad. He''s unustomed to the climate here. He got vomiting and diarrhea.


    And he is resting."


    Anthony nodded thoughtfully.


    Lyra poured herself some tea, and when she nced up coldly, she found that Anthony had not yet left.


    Not only did he not leave, but he walked back and stood at her heels.


    Lyra was baffled, "Want two more cups of tea?"


    Anthony smiled, bent slightly and pointed to his left cheek, "Before I leave, I want you to me a little


    benefit, a kiss!"


    Lyra''s eyes were instantly cold to the extreme, and her chest burned with anger.


    She decisively sshed the remaining tea in the cup in her hand, all over his face!


    "Is it enough to be sober? If not enough, I have a whole pot here! I can even boil a pot of boiling water


    to help you wash your face!"


    Anthony was not angry. However, he enjoyed it, "The tea you drank just smells so good!"


    Lyra felt disgusted by his frivolousnguage and she clenched her palms, "Get out!"


    "OK, I''ll go."


    Anthony took a tissue from the coffee table and wiped the tea stains off his face at a leisurely and brisk


    pace.


    "Lyra, you''re such a beauty with the shrewish temperament. I like you more!"


    Heughed wildly, and after saying these words shamelessly, he opened the door and went out.


    "Anthony! You''re a fucking pervert!"


    Lyra gritted her teeth and directly mmed the teacup in her hand. Anthony just closed the door and


    was not hit by the teacup.


    With a snap sound, the teacup was broken.


    Apanied by sound of a car''s engine, Anthony''sughterpletely disappeared.


    Lyra called in the maid whom Anthony had arranged for.


    "Change all the couch sets and tea sets. Clean up all the corners of the living room. Get rid of the


    disgusting smell of your Mr. Lance!"


    The maid froze first. It seemed not to expect that the reason she offered to clean up the house was


    because she hated her master.


    Lyra finished her instructions and didn''t want to stay in the living room for a second, so she quickly


    walked upstairs and knocked on Chad''s door.


    Because the maid was downstairs, she deliberately said loudly, "It''s me. Are you better? The endemic


    can be pretty bad. Let me check your state."


    The door opened quickly.


    Chad''s frail voice came out of the room, "Come in, Miss. I just threw up twice."


    "You can''t be sick. Tomorrow Mr. Lance and I are going to the pce. How can you protect me when


    you are sick like this ..."


    The sound of the exchange ended abruptly when the door was closed.


    The maid retracted her gaze upstairs and concentrated on cleaning up the broken teacup in the living


    room and by the door.


    Upstairs, Chad made a shushing motion, carefully locked the door, and then turned off the listening


    device hidden under the bed.


    Only after this was done did he ask Lyra in a whisper, "You have an idea for the pce trip tomorrow?"


    Lyra replied with "hmm" sound, "tomorrow we''ll go to explore the pce first, then you ..."


    The two rationalized the division ofbor for the next day.


    Crana the next day.


    Lyre Spiti in the early morning.


    Tearing coughing sounds came from the master bedroom.


    Last night, despite the ginger tea, Malcolm caught a cold.


    Keith sat on the edge of the bed andined about him as he applied the fever-reducing patch.


    "Malcolm, you''re so pampered. When you are sick, we three brothers alle to apany you. You


    are the real treasure of the Lloyd family, right?"


    With slight dark circles under Keith''s eyes fromst night''s sleepless, Keith gritted his teeth and silently


    nced at Malcolm who was standing at the end of the bed.


    His big brother, Collin was leaning against the wall. His face was grim, stern and unbridled, with an air


    of menace all over him.


    And Micah, with his back to the bed, stood in front of Lyra''s previous dressing table. The cosmetics on


    the table were stowed by Micah, and there were many pill boxes on it.


    He was concentrating on dispensing the medicine. His cool face was without any emotion.


    Cough ...


    In the room, except for the horrible anger as hell wafting from Collin, there was only the uninterrupted


    coughing of Malcolm.


    Collin spoke up, "Malcolm, the more I look at you, the more I hate you. If it''s not for Rara, you''d have


    died a thousand times at my hands!"


    Malcolm coughed andughed, mocking in a weak voice: "Do you need me to hand you a knife? If you


    want to get me killed, you can do it now. Don''t you dare?"


    Having been deliberately provoked, Collin''s fiery temperpletely exploded and he turned gloomily to


    leave the room.


    Keith thought he was pissed off and whispered to Malcolm, "Can''t you stop saying that? Do you want to


    pass a test from your brother-inw in the future?"


    Malcolm was still coughing and muffled.


    Within two minutes, Collin returned and held a feather duster brought from the living room. His eyes


    were rolling with murderous intent.


    "I can''t kill you now, but it doesn''t stop me from beating you up to take out my anger!"