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With guesses, Lyra was not able to figure it out.

She sighed deeply and looked out the car window at the receding dim streetlights, "Whatever, whether she is Ethel or not, as long as she never shows up and doesn't hurt Spencer and Momo, | can still pretend she's dead.” Malcolm tightened her grip to ease her mind.

But Lyra's attention was attracted over by the sudden appearance of the suspected Ethel, she didn't even look at him.

Malcolm advised her, "Well Rara, it's useless for you to think more. Wait for Eleven and other findings. Spencer and Molly must be safe. Relax." Lyra gave a distracted "hmm".

Malcolm sighed and softened his tone to ask for a reward for himself.

"Honey, | dutifully finished my business with the bureau tonight before arriving at the party. Should | be rewarded for being so obedient when we get home?" Lyra gave him a listless look, "Not interested. Don't want to have sex." Malcolm was instantly aggrieved.

"Honey, am | the one who lost my charm?" "Is it my body that doesn't give you pleasure anymore?" "Are the abs uncomfortable to squeeze or are the collarbones unpleasant to nibble on?" "I can't believe you've lost interest in me!" He was pale and unusually frightened and sad. Then he grunted in depression, "You've changed, babe. I'm going to lose my favor?" He was unbelievable and she actually had no words to say.

"Babe, tell me. | will try to improve the happy life between us." She glanced at him stiffly, "No, it's just that I'm tired and don't want to have sex." After a day of handling business and going to a party after work, she just wanted to take a shower and be lazy when she got home.

Malcolm thought the otherwise.

"At the last two times, | did make you tired. Tonight I'll make the effort. You just need to lie in peace. I'll keep serving you comfortably.” He was so thoughtful! She didn't answer, but her thoughts were indeed diverted by Malcolm from Ethel to the subject of sex.

A wonderful night.

It was the harmonious life for the couple.

And it was just getting started.

The suicide note submitted by Anthony was identified by professionals as 85% similar to Caitlin's handwriting.

In addition, Caitlin did suffer from depression because of Anthony's return to the country that year.

Each one made sense.

The Shane's incident had been dragging on for a long time, and Malcolm reassembled all the corroborating evidence and formally handed it over to justice.

Two days later.

There cwith the result of the trial.

It was life imprisonment to be served in a senior prison.

Shane, who dressed in a simple suit, and was wearing a mask and handcuffs, was wheeled to the car.

On the day he was to be sent to prison, it rained heavily and the weather was overcast.

Anthony, who dressed in a noble manner and was holding a black umbrella, stood quietly at the entrance of High-order Prison and waited in silence.

A few minutes later, the car carrying Shane pulled over.

As soon as Shane got out of the car, he saw Anthony immediately, and his eyes instantly turned red, trying to rush towards him.

"Anthony Callahan!" He was forcibly controlled by the police officers who sent him in.

Anthony held the umbrella with one hand and didn't move.

The pair of blue eyes, in the gloomy light, looked more evil. And he smiled recklessly and wildly.

Shane was so angry that his whole body was shaking, but because of the heavy handcuffs and anklets, there was not a single thing he could do.

Winners took the all, and that was always the case.

Aloss meant a loss. Shane didn't even have the ability to touch a hair on his head.

Anthony pretended to regret and called him lightly, "Shane, don't worry. | will definitely cto visit you from tto time. After all, High-order Prison is a good place. | stayed here for six months. | went almost crazy. Shane, you will stay for the rest of your life. What should you do?" Shane's lungs were bursting with anger, and his eyes were welling up with intense hatred.

If his gaze could kill him, Anthony would have been stabbed in a million holes by now.

He was still struggling to rush past, but was forcibly controlled to death by the police on both sides. And they were dragging him towards the prison.

Anthony watched his hideous back and finally said grimly, "Goodbye, Shane. From now on the Callahan family will be my responsibility. | will live up to your expectations.” "Anthony!" The hissing sound of the man faded away.

The smile on Anthony's face was dissipated in the rain, leaving only an endless chill and incomparable delight.

He snorted lightly and turned to leave.

The day Shane was confirmed to serve his sentence, the Callahan family's power battle exploded.

In the Callahan Residence, Timothy, Rebecca and Anthony were having lunch together.

Without Shane, the main seat would be empty, and none of them would have the insight to take that seat.

The only sound in the dining room was the crisp clash of knives and forks and porcelain bowls, which was somewhat eerily harmonious.

No one knew how long it took before Timothy asked tentatively, "Anthony, what do you think on the family headship now that it's vacant?" Anthony smiled lightly and looked indifferent to continue to eat, "What can | think? I'm afraid this is not my turn. After all, you're my elder brother. | support you more." Timothy watched him silently. Seeing that his expression was natural when he said this, it was not like he was faking it.

"Anthony, you really don't have the slightest idea about the position of family head?" Anthony laughed and shook his head, "I never think about anything that doesn't belong to me. Timothy, don't worry. If you get into a fight with those brothers in the family, Rebecca and | will be on your side." Rebecca was eating and simply nodded along.

Timothy looked at his well-behaved siblings, and felt a lot more comfortable, "Anthony, I'm very happy you can think like this. You will be at hin peace and leisurely.” Anthony smiled and nodded. He looked down and continued to eat, covering the emotion in his eyes.

After the meal, he went to Lyre Spiti.

Since he becSpencer and Molly's godfather, he went to Lyre Spiti every day and bought a lot of gifts for the kids.

The two little ones were happy as hell.

Malcolm also had a rare day off, and the two men were playing with the kids in the fourth floor nursery together.

One coaxed Spencer and the other played with Molly.

Mutual non-interference, yet it was inexplicably harmonious.

After a while, Malcolm turned his head to look at Anthony and asked carelessly, "I heard you have been fighting for the patriarch position of your family recently. Why do you still have tto be here every day? Shouldn't you be at hplanning?" Anthony was shaking his hand, and smiled extraordinarily happily with Molly.

"I have nothing to keepbusy. It's none of my business if they fight over it." Malcolm asked tentatively, "After all, it is the head of the family. With the position, it is the sas having the entire Callahan family. All the people in the family have to follow his orders. It's such a big chance. You really do not consider it?" Anthony turned his head and stared at him, "I would like to, but with my record from High-order Prison, | have no power, no troops, no shares. How can | compete with them?" Anthony added jokingly, "Is it hard to get you to help me?" MMMWWLIIOIfIO&1 MMMWWLIIOIfIO&1 mmMwWLLIOfiflO& 1 MMMWWLIIOIfIO&1 MULL TO £2 E1061 mmMwWLIiIOfiflO&1