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She was standing in the doorway seeking a solution when Anthony suddenly ran wildly out of the palace.

Seeing that Lyra hadn't left, his face was filled with the joy of having lost and found. Without saying a word, he walked up and held her wrist tightly.

"What are you doing?" Lyra looked at her hand, was confused for a second, and then raised her head to see his tearful blue pupils.

This was the first tshe saw Anthony's sad face.

The tearful blue eyes were unexpectedly clear and sincere, which made him becquite a different person.

Ignoring the presence of Chad, Anthony choked with sobs and pleaded.

"Lyra, I'll reflect on what you just said. And I'll change it all! You can give Malcolm a chance. Can you givea chance too, please?" Lyra gazed at him without speaking.

Anthony's eyes were sincere, "I will prove to you that | am the man who loves you the most in this world! We're here. My mother is still waiting for us to cover for lunch, so don't leave, okay?" Lyra glanced at Chad who was next to her.

Thinking about Duke Gary, she eased her tone, "But, the injury on your face ..." Anthony touched his face and smiled as if he didn't care about it, "I'll take sice to compress it later. If there is really a wound mark, you can helpto cover it up with makeup. It's not a big problem." "That's fine." Lyra was secretly relieved, not expecting to fool him so easily, "But | don't like that aqua blue dress. If you still want to forceto wear that dress, I'll still leave." Not wearing the dress with the scolor was her condition.

Anthony compromised, "Okay, as long as you don't leave, I'll never push you again. Just make the choice you like." Lyra nodded her head.

The two re-entered Arzew Palace, with Chad and Mason following in silence.

Crana.

Shane's office, National Investigation Bureau.

Shane, who was sitting at his desk, narrowed his cold eyes. His whole face was hidden under the lingering smoke.

After listening to his subordinate's report, his hand that held the cigar paused. Then he fiercely picked up the ashtray on the table and smashed it towards his subordinate without any warning.

"Crap!" The subordinate lowered his head, endured the pain, and was shivering from his yelling, not daring to speak.

"Why is Collin at Malcolm's house? Even Malcolm's immediate subordinate is not allowed to enter the house. There's a big problem here! Keep investigating. We have to find out what's wrong with Malcolm!" "But ... recently our people have been kept watching in front of the White Manor. We also contact Mr. Ryan to send people to keep an eye on Malcolm's villa. It seems that recently the Lloyd family's three brothers have been there. We can't find an opportunity.” The subordinate trembled and replied.

When the subordinate just spoke when he received another warning from Shane who was throwing a teacup over.

"There's always tfor Collin to leave. If you can't, break in! Be sure to confirm Malcolm's condition with your own eyes!" "Yes, yes." When the subordinate left, Shane thoughtfully touched the plate on his table that read "Deputy Director".

Not long ago, he rescued Anthony from Malcolm and learned from Anthony about Malcolm's disease, S404 biochemical virus.

When the virus invaded his body at the end of its course, it could produce serious complications.

This time, he wanted Malcolm to be disabled for life! "Mr. Malcolm, you have been that position for so many years. It is tfor a change.” He said gloomily. In his amber eyes, there was ambition flashing.

Princess Cayley Lance was the most honored woman in European Swye.

At noon, Lyra and Anthony, who were dressed up, headed to Princess Cayley's palace.

Before they reached the door, they saw Duke Gary coming out of the palace in a dignified way.

Behind him there was a handsyoung man with fair skin and sky blue eyes.

Harrod Gary was joking with the teenager who was next to him. When he saw Anthony, his wrinkled face suddenly turned cold.

He grunted. His bearded face showed his feeling that he was unlucky to see Anthony. Just pretending not to see Anthony, he turned his head and prepared to leave in the other direction.

"gir Lyra smiled and called out to him in fluent Swyean, "Sir, why did you leave when you saw us?" Anthony was going to ignore him, but when Lyra pointed it out bluntly, he had to go up to Harrod Gary and salute him.

He whispered to Lyra, "Lyra, this is Duke Gary. Behind him is Duke Gary's son, Caesar Gary." "I see." Lyra imitated Anthony's etiquette and bent slightly to the two, "Hello Duke Gary, hello Mr. Caesar." Just as she finished speaking, Caesar Gary laughed heartily, "This young lady, you are saluting the wrong way. In European Swye, the etiquette is different for girls and boys." Lyra glanced confusedly at Anthony who was beside her and smiled delicately, "I'm sorry. It's my first there and I'm not familiar with the culture.” "It's your first there. I'm so surprised you can speak Swyean well." Caesar Gary walked up and took Lyra's hand as a gentleman and politely kissed the back of her hand. He was amazed by her, "You're so pretty and so smart. | like you so much.” "Caesar Gary!" Anthony slapped his hand away, "Like can't random. Besides, she's my ..." "Never mind!" Lyra interrupted him, stepped forward and took the initiative to extend her right hand towards Caesar Gary, "It was the social etiquette in European Swye just now. Shaking hands is Crana's etiquette.” Caesar Gary's sky blue pupils sparkled with excitement, and he smiled with innocence.

He extended his right hand like Lyra did and shook her hand politely.

"Mr. Caesar, my nis Lyra Lloyd. | really look forward to visiting you and Duke Gary in person at Duke Gary's hnext time," she said so, raising her eyebrows slightly and looking at Caesar Gary.

Caesar Gary looked at his right hand she was holding in a daze, and seemed to understand something.

The harmonious atmosphere was interrupted by Anthony again, "Well, it's just a handshake. You don't have to keep holding Lyra's hand. It's rude!" The two quickly withdrew their hands because of his words.

Anthony didn't disguise the irritation on his face, "Lyra, it's tfor us to go inside. Don't keep Princess Cayley waiting." In the presence of Harrod Gary, Anthony referred to his mother with respect.

Harrod Gary snorted and gave him a contemptuous look, "I think it's you who should learn to be polite. Even this girl you brought with is more educated than you! "Okay, father." Caesar Gary looked at Lyra a few more times and was unwilling to part, "Miss Lloyd, I'll be waiting for our next meeting!" Lyra smiled and nodded.

Their eye contact was interrupted by Anthony who was walking up to Lyra.

Duke Gary and Caesar Gary left. Anthony's face was cold, and he cautiously admonished Lyra, "In Europe Swye, except me, other men can not be trusted, especially Harrod Gary. From now on, stay away from them." Lyra was silent.

But in her heart, she was taunting him rudely. Anthony was not saying the opposite, right? She can trust anyone, but not him who was so full of crap and paranoid and sick! But in order not to provoke him, Lyra did not speak sarcastically, which was rare.

She followed Anthony up the steps while quietly glancing at the direction Duke Gary and his son left.

When they met first, she thought Caesar Gary was a kind teenager.

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