Chapter 497 Malcolm and Lyra''s manservant


    Hearing her gentle coaxing, Shane''s eyes were reddened and gradually turned watery.


    "Mom, I''m sorry. Your son wants to live. I don''t want to give up the honor and power I''ve gotten now, let


    alone go into High-order Prison. I don''t want to live worse than death and live like a walking corpse."


    He held the fading woman in his arms tighter and tighter.


    "Don''t worry. It was the appearance of that bastard son that caused your mental problems and lost my


    sister. I know how much you hate him."


    "I will, for sure, make him pay for it."


    *


    In thete afternoon, Timothy returned home while rubbing his back and whimpering.


    He was forced to so assignments for the National Investigation Bureau over the past few days, and his


    whole body was aching.


    Shane was really ruthless. Shane knew he was weak and couldn''t withstand the bureau''s high-intensity


    mission.


    He simply wanted to cry, being oppressed every day like living in the hell.


    If this continued, when would it end?


    But once he remembered when Anthony was beaten until two cane were brokenst night, he was


    scared to death and restrained himself from scolding Shane.


    He grasped wall. His legs were shaking with weakness, and he moved little by little towards the garden.


    A male servant hurried by and he stopped him, "What are you running for? Come and help me."


    The servant didn''t move at first and froze before stepping forward and holding his arm, "Sorry, Mr.


    Timothy, Mr. Shane is having the penthouse cleaned up. Everyone is busy so I forgot to greet you."


    "Why is he cleaning up the penthouse?"


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    The male servant shook his head, "How would we know about it? It''s after six, and Mr. Shane has


    asked to have it all cleaned up by nightfall, or we''ll all get fired."


    Timothy was puzzled, but was quite understanding, "Then go do your job. No need to help me. I''ll walk


    by myself."


    "Thank you, Mr. Keith for being considerate."


    The male servant bowed deeply, turned his head and ran to the backyard.


    Timothy looked at his back, and the suspicion in his heart deepened.


    Onlyst night, Shane suspected Anthony of stealing something from the penthouse, and today he was


    going to clean it all out.


    What did Shane want?


    Intuition told Timothy that there must be a secret here.


    He moved his steps and slowly went over to the backyard.


    The closer he got, the sound of breaking ss rose and fell, which was very sharp.


    There were many servants and bodyguards in the backyard. Even the butler was there. They were all


    busy with the matter at hand. No one paid any attention to him.


    Some people were burning something and some were smashing ss containers. And some were


    digging pits to prepare forndfills.


    Timothy looked confused at the scene.


    In the corner were containers that had not all been destroyed. They were thumb-sized ss tubes with


    a little of clear liquid left at the bottom that had not been poured clean.


    He picked up a ss tube at random and held it in his hand to check it out.


    The butler, who was busy not far away, saw his action and was so shocked that he hurried over, took


    the ss tube from his hand and put it back in the corner.


    "Mr. Timothy, these are all garbage. Mr. Shane wants to destroy them. Don''t hurt your hand. Everyone


    is too busy to care about you. Go back to the vi. It''s time to dinnerter."


    Timothy froze and responded, "Okay, you guys get busy. I''ll go to my room."


    "Mr. Timothy, take your time."


    The butler bent respectfully and turned around to go on with the unfinished business at hand.


    Timothy watched the messy and busy scene, and observed it.


    While everyone was not paying attention to him, he quietly picked up the ss tube just now, quickly


    stuffed into his pocket and hid it, pretending to leave the backyard with a leisurely gesture.


    ...


    After a long day of work, Malcolm returned to Lyre Spiti to find Reba who was quirky in the house.


    As everyone gathered around the table for dinner in the evening, Reba couldn''t stop staring at


    Malcolm''s face.


    Lyra noticed, took her hand and lightly knocked her head, "What are you looking at? Eat!"


    "Oh, good."


    Reba rubbed her slightly pained head, withdrew her gaze, and eat the food. And she was still


    ncing cautiously in Malcolm''s direction.


    Malcolm''s dark eyes were lifted to look at her.


    She immediately withdrew her gaze again in a sheepish manner, not daring to look again.


    Malcolm was baffled, "I have something on my face?"


    "No, I think you''re very handsome. I haven''t looked at you up close like this seriously before. I only


    found it when I looked closely ..."


    Malcolm: "What was found?"


    Lyra was also looking at Reba, with a quizzical gaze.


    Reba looked at the two over separately, being a little afraid to say anything.


    Hesitantly, she spoke cautiously, "I always think Mr. Malcolm is very much like a person, a bit like him."


    Lyra and Malcolm looked at each other, "Who?"


    Reba moved over and whispered to Lyra, "Lyra, do you think Mr. Malcolm looks a lot like your


    personal manservant from Frayton?"


    Malcolm cleared his throat.


    The sound was not at all small in the rtive silent dining room, and Malcolm almost choked by the


    food.


    Lyra watched his reaction in stride and pursed her lips.


    What happened to Frayton before was dark past to Malcolm now.


    Lyra got into the mood to tease him and asked Reba, "So who do you think is more handsome? Mr.


    Malcolm or the servant from Frayton?"


    Reba may be simple-minded, but she know what to say at this moment.


    "Of course Mr. Malcolm. After all, he''s your real husband. No one can''tpare to Mr. Malcolm. He''s


    powerful, handsome and rich!"


    Sheplimented and secretly nced at Malcolm''s face.


    But it was strange to see Malcolm with his head down and his expression was a little cold and sullen.


    But at first, Reba kinda liked the manservant. Then she continued in a whisper, "Lyra, have you


    fired that manservant? Is he still with you now?"


    Lyra pursed her lips and thought it interesting, "What''s wrong? You like him?"


    Reba slightly felt shy, "Although it happened unpleasant things between he and me, I still quite like


    his appearance and his body shape. If you don''t want him, I want to hire him privately. Even if he''s


    ced on the side, it''s also extremely eye catching when I can see him everyday."


    She continued to talk to herself, "However, I remember what happened before. He is quite stubborn


    and still needs to be tempered."


    Malcolm put down his fork heavily and his face looked iparably aloof.


    "You guys talk. I''m full. I''ll go up and check on the babies."


    Reba looked at Malcolm''s cold back and wondered what she had said wrong.


    Lyra curled her eyebrows and smiled as she continued to eat her food, agreeing with Reba''s


    opinion in a serious way, "It''s true that he''s stubborn, but he''s been trained by me and is only soft on


    me now."


    "Hmm?"


    Reba instantly wanted to gossip and said softly, "Lyra, you actually still keep that servant? It seems


    you still like him very much. Do you have an affair? Does Mr. Malcolm know it?"


    Lyra calmly continued to eat her food, "He knows."


    Reba felt it perplexed, "It''s been rumored that Mr. Malcolm is hen-pecked. He''s okay with you


    having a lover outside?"


    "Who says I am having a lover? The male servant who signed the agreement at the beginning, has


    been upgraded and be a full member."


    "Full member?"


    "Well, he''s my husband now."


    Reba, who realized it afterwards, stared at her nkly.


    Oh no, the person she offended in Frayton before was Mr. Malcolm?