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Since there was no way out, Malcolm simply ignored her.

He returned his gaze to the window, and his eyes returned to indifference.

On his handsface, the few lip marks were very conspicuous, making him look like he had just been "bullied".

The persona of a cold and domineering boss was gone in front of Lyra.

Lyra saw that he wasn't talking anymore so she wasn't going to keep pushing him.

"Okay, you want to calm down. I'll give you time. But don't say anything like breaking the engagement or breaking up. Who told you to mess within the first place? Now you want to quit in the middle, no way! You Malcolm can only be mine for the rest of your life!" "And I'm sorry. I'm just so strong. You only see clearly who | am now. It's late! You can regret later!" With a condescending grunt, she got up and left.

She knew Malcolm too well. He was very stubborn. It was not easy to let him say the truth.

And he liked to hold back and liked to hide the hurt to bear it alone.

As for why he had developed such a character, Lyra guessed a lot.

At her welcoming, the old Mr. White got angry and was able to say that he would punish Malcolm in front of her.

Malcolm's parents died in a car accident when he was very young, he had been raised by the old Mr. White.

The old Mr. White had a harsh and old-fashioned way of thinking. She was afraid that he received a lot of beatings and punishments. When he got hurt, no one felt sorry for him and he can only bear it himself.

He had always cherished the ones around him who loved him, and the more deeply he loved them, the more he had to hide the love from them.

So Lyra got the intuition.

He was either injured or sick this time! Moreover, judging from his level of perversity, his problem this twas probably not simple.

Just because Malcolm won't talk about it, it didn't mean she can't check it out herself! She thought as she cout of the office.

Chad was standing just a short distance away.

She walked over and whispered, "I'm looking for you for something. Cover withquietly." "Huh?" Chad looked at her who had the serious expression. He was a little uneasy, but can not refuse her. Therefore, he can only be confused to follow her, walking to the unoccupied safe passage.

"Miss Lyra, what can | do for you?" Lyra was serious, "How many years have you been with Malcolm?" Chad thought for a moment, "At least more than years." She nodded thoughtfully and continued tentatively, "So you guys went to the border. Malcolm, did he get hurt?" "No, there were many our men. We will not let the boss easily get injured. Don't worry." Chad looked natural and answered quickly.

Lyra probably had something in mind, "It would have to be an illness." Chad lowered his head and didn't say anything.

"You've been with him for so long. You must know his health best. What kind of illness is he suffering from? Is it serious?" Chad scratched his head with a bitter face, "What makes you think so? He has been in pretty good health, not sick." "He hid it from me, and you refuse to tell the truth?" "Last night I kicked him out of bed with a little force, so you can see that he is very weak. When | saw him just now, his face is pale. Even if you deny it, | won't believe it. So tell me, what is wrong with him?" Chad had a sad face, resisted the urge to tell the truth several times and let out a long sigh, "You should stop pushing me. | really don't know anything. I... | still have swork to take care of, so I'll leave first." Lyra looked at his fugitive back, pondered, took out her cell phone and called Darkbell's men.

"Check Malcolm's itinerary for the last few months for any hospital visits that are particularly frequent. Be quick." "Okay boss." Chad made it back to the door of the president's office just as Malcolm called him in.

He pushed open the door and saw Malcolm sitting at his chair, looking into a small mirror and wiping his face with a wet tissue.

The leather gloves that he wore to work this morning were lying quietly in the trash.

"Boss, you're looking for me?" Malcolm's face was almost clean of lipstick marks, "Where did you just go?" Chad reported honestly, "I was just approached by Miss Lyra. She suspects you are sick and asksfor confirmation.” "You told her everything?" Chad scrambled and waved his hands, "No, no, no! | wouldn't dare. | didn't say anything!" Malcolm's hostile face eased a bit.

Chad didn't quite understand and advised him carefully, "But boss, you know Miss Lyra. Since she's already suspicious and won't give up until she finds out the truth. You're really not going to tell her?" "Telling her is just to let one more person suffer." Malcolm lowered his eyes, gloomily, "I'll think about this. And I'll think about the file changes regarding the S404 virus, so you can confirm it again." Chad sighed and didn't continue to advise, "Yes." Noon.

Lyra had just returned to Angle Group when she got the call.

"Boss, Mr. Malcolm has no record of any hospital access in recent months. He usually goes to White Corp, National Investigation Bureau, oh! And War Lab." Lyra pondered carefully, "I remember the lab also has a doctor in medical field. How often does Malcolm go there?" "Once every seven days, then five days. According to the most recent record, he went there three days ago at night." Three days ago? Lyra's eyebrows tightened. Malcolm was not in the border three days ago? It was so strange that he went back to Suham early at that tand went to the lab in the middle of the night instead of going back to the White Manor to look for her.

Intuition told Lyra that there must be something going on here.

"Can you hack the lab's data and check Malcolm's records at the lab?" The caller was silent for a while, "Sorry boss, these are national sophisticated technology network. | can't hack nor dare hack. It will be found immediately if do so." "Okay, | got it." Hanging up the phone, she once again fell into deep thought.

Malcolm was the boss of the National Investigation Bureau. His status and Collin's was comparable. If he wanted to hide a thing, she was afraid that even if she asked Collin to transfer the information, the content would have been changed.

She could not check at all so she had to rely on guesswork.

Just as Lyra's investigation was disconnected and she was at a loss, Douglas called her out of the blue.

"Miss, Suham High-order Prison made a call to the Lloyd family today. Mr. Anthony wants to see you." "Anthony?" Lyra was baffled. Anthony had been serving tfor most of the year, so why would he suddenly want to see her? Douglas continued, "Anthony said he had very important secrets that you must want to know. It's about your ex-husband." Hearing the last few words, Lyra's brows tightened and her expression grew grave.

"Got it." She quickly disconnected the phone and drove to High-order Prison. She wanted to see what Anthony really knew! Lyra sat in the visiting room, waiting quietly through two walls of soundproof glass.

Five minutes later, Anthony was brought over.

It was the first tLyra saw Anthony after a long time.

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