Chapter 486 Malcolm''s intuition: someone is hiding something


    Anthony sat on the bed in the guest room with unease feeling in his heart.


    He knew Shane too well. Shane was suspicious and thoughtful, and he was afraid he won''t trust him


    easily for tonight.


    With that in mind, he sent a text message to Malcolm.


    *


    The next morning, the dining room of Cahan family.


    Shane didn''t say a word, and everyone was silent as they took their food.


    In therge dining room, there was only the sound of crisp dishes.


    No one knew how long it took before Shane said, "Anthony, now that you''re back, let me just announce


    to the public that you''re not dead. And we''ll throw you a wee party."


    Anthony looked embarrassed, "But Shane, Malcolm would find a way to arrest me and send me to a


    secret interrogation room for torture if he knows about it."


    Shane''s defenses loosened a bit as he cogitated his nervous reaction.


    "Don''t leave the house until the party so I can guarantee your safety."


    "But Shane ..."


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    "There is no but." Shane''s face looked like as if it was non-negotiable, "You just saidst night you''d


    behave and follow my orders. You''ve forgotten so soon?"


    Anthony could only respond, "Okay."


    Shane: "Meet me in the study in two hours. Something''s been arranged for you."


    "Yes."


    The dining room regained its calm.


    After a tacit meal, Reba went to Lyre Spiti and was forced to see how Melissa was doing.


    Timothy was bitter to go to work at the National Investigation Bureau. Over the past two days, he was


    running errands everywhere. His whole body was going to fall apart. He suffered unspeakably. His


    resentment towards Shane had deepened


    Shane''s sore muscles had eased and he could barely walk on his own.


    He went to his study to work remotely on the Cahan Group''s quarterly statements.


    A few minutester, the bodyguard knocked on the door of the room.


    "Mr. Shane, we have checked it over. Mr. Anthony went to the Angle Group yesterday to try to see Mrs.


    White."


    Shane stopped writing with his pen and his tone went cold, "See?"


    "No, it seems to have been quietly driven out."


    Shane thought deeply for a moment, "So has he seen Malcolm yet?"


    "No."


    Shane''s originally serious expression gradually became calm, "Okay, you can leave."


    The bodyguard saluted respectfully and turned to leave the study.


    After a while, Anthony arrived at the study in time.


    "Shane, you''re looking for me privately. Do you already have a n?"


    Shane raised his eyes and looked at him with a smile, "Yes, on the day of the party, I will give you a


    task. It can only seed."


    After a few minutes of whispered instructions, Anthony''s expression was grim.


    "Shane, you want me to poison him?"


    Shane leisurely lit his cigarette, "What''s so surprising? Didn''t you say you''d do anything for me to get


    the director position of the National Investigation Bureau?"


    "But ..."


    Anthony seriously analyzed the pros and cons, "The party will be arranged in our house. If Malcolm is


    poisoned here in our home, not only will I be caught on the spot, it will also affect the Cahan Group''s


    stock. And our entire family has no way to escape the guilt. Shane, you have to think twice."


    Shane coldly snorted and was confident, "Don''t worry. No one knows about this drug. It''s a forbidden


    drug I bought from abroad. It''s colorless and tasteless. The poison will break out in a week. No one can


    suspect you."


    "If it''s not easily detected, why should I do it?"


    Shane took a sip of his cigarette and nced at him.


    "You and Lyra''s rtionship is not ordinary. She has shot you, and she should be apologetic. If you do


    this and let Lyra pass the wine to Malcolm, it''s the most foolproof."


    Anthony stood with his hands behind his back and his eyes downcast, trying to contemte the matter.


    Shane tapped the tabletop, interrupting his thoughts, "You promised me just yesterday. Your loyalty is


    bullshit?"


    "No, it''s all up to you. I''ll do it properly when the timees."


    "That''s great."


    Shaney down in the back of his chair and smoked.


    He raised his head and looked at the rising smoke. His eyes looked gloomy and cold.


    "Before the party, to ensure your safety, allmunication devices should be handed in. Can you do


    that?"


    Anthony froze slightly, and after a couple of seconds of hesitation, he pulled the old-fashioned cell


    phone out of his pocket and put it with both hands on Shane''s desk.


    "I don''t have much money, just this phone. Shane, you can have your bodyguard search my room if


    you don''t believe me."


    Shane smiled amiably, "I naturally believe in you."


    *


    That afternoon, the news that Anthony was still alive and only to be sent abroad for further studies, was


    made public on the official website of the Cahan Group.


    Originally, Lyra was a suspect of shooting Anthony to death. Because of Keith, there were no heated


    discussions about that.


    Now that Anthony was not dead, so those rumors would be dispelled.


    Lyra was sitting on a couch, watching the news of the Cahan family.


    Malcolm washed the fresh strawberries and took it into her mouth one by one, ncing twice at her


    iPad.


    "I didn''t expect that after a year abroad, he still decided to restore his name Anthony and start his life


    again. Rara, what do you think? What does hee back for this time?"


    Lyra was eating a strawberry.


    In response to Malcolm''s question, she thought for a moment but did not answer.


    Malcolm continued, "Honey, I always felt that he has ns for this sudden return. And he is hiding


    something."


    Maybe it was the sixth sense of a man when viewing at the other man.


    When Anthony asked to leave Crana and European Swye, he showed desperation for his illegitimate


    identity and did not want to live as Anthony Cahan or Charles Lance anymore.


    He thought that he would remain anonymous for the rest of his life.


    But he, just out for a year, went back without warning.


    Lyra patted Malcolm''s arm that wrapped around her and asked softly, "Do you still have a grudge


    against him?"


    "No, it''s been a year. Now I''m in good health and happy days. There''s nothing to haggle over."


    Lyra dotingly stroked his handsome face, "That''s it. Now he is willing to help us. We can trust him for


    the time being. As long as he will not be detrimental to us, it does not matter."


    "Rara, you''re right."


    He gave Lyra a rewarding kiss on the cheek, took a strawberry on the table and fed it to her himself.


    Feeling at ease, Lyra epted his feeding, and continued to say, "By the way, that Anthony is still alive


    is public. Shane is suspicious. You need to visit him more often during this period of time, act like real."


    "Great."


    In the evening.


    It''d been three days since he returned to the Cahan family.


    Anthony could not sleep at night, and from time to time, he would take advantage of the middle of the


    night to look out of the window and into the penthouse.


    In the past few days, he had paid special attention to the people who went up to the top floor.


    All servants and bodyguards, as well as Reba and Timothy, were forbidden to go up to the top floor,


    and the butler personally delivered three meals a day.


    Shane did not go up over the past two days because his body was sore. After he recovered, he would


    take time to go up every day.


    Only the butler and Shane had the key, and the management was really very strict.


    During this time, he probably did not have an opportunity to go up and search.


    The wee party might be a good opportunity to do so.