Chapter 261 Who has the problem?
Chapter 261 Who has the problem?
Malcolm sulked, not opening his mouth.
Chad continued: "Boss, you really should restrain a little. Overindulgence hurts your body!"
Malcolm's face quickly darkened.
Chad noticed that the salary that had only just gone up in his pocket seemed to be waving goodbye to
him.
He panicked and changed his mind, "I mean, if Mr. Collin knows, I don't how Miss Lyra is going to
explain when she's back to Lloyd's Parlor. And with your current physical condition, if you are seriously
injured again, I am afraid even God can not save you."
Good advice was harsh to the ear.
The words were not pleasant, but they were indeed the truth.
Malcolm was not a "tyrant" boss.
He nodded his head in agreement.
On the computer screen displayed an urgent email sent by the National Investigation Bureau about the
Crana border.
Malcolm clicked on it. His handsome face was turned back to seriousness in a second, "There's NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.
another organization over the border causing trouble. Pack your things and leave tomorrow night."
"Yes, boss."
...
By the time Lyra woke up, it was almost noon.
Malcolm knew she was tired, so he deliberately did not disturb her before leaving.
She held her waist and moved carefully, and when she got out of bed, her two thin legs were shaking.
This morning's incident let her know profoundly that never too challenge the majesty of men in sex.
Otherwise the end was very miserable!
On her phone, her Darkbell's men had already compiled Ethel's information into a file and sent it over.
Lyra opened it and read it carefully.
Ethel was nineteen years old. Her father died early, and she was raised by her mother alone. When
she was fourteen years old, she started her career in the entertainment industry. Her ability was in a
first-class outstanding level. Although she was young, she won the major international awards of film.
There was an online rumor that there was a rich sponsor behind her so she could get excellent
resources.
However, the identity of the sponsor was unknown and the identities of her parents were also unknown.
And even her family name.
Lyra looked at the unknown information and her face was extraordinarily cold.
The most important pieces of information were not found, and the rest of these were all no use.
She immediately called, "Check again! I want the most detailed information! When did her father die?
What was the reason for his death? I want to find out all of this, and her last name. Since it's hidden,
there must be a big secret!"
"Boss, please don't get angry. I'll do it immediately!"
Lyra hung up the phone and stared at Ethel's profile on her phone.
In all the years that Darkbell had been in her hands, there had never been a piece of information that
they couldn't find out all about.
Even they couldn't check her out ...
Ethel must be backed by powerful people from several families. Who could be her benefactor?
This woman was hiding so deep!
But since it was still a mystery, she can only continue to wait for Darkbell's news.
She stopped thinking, washed up and put on her makeup.
Melissa went to Bana today for shooting. Since the Corey incident, she focused more on her career, so
Lyra intended to go and see.
Just coming out of the villa, before getting into the car, she saw the old Mr. White and Charles coming
towards her.
"Hi, Rudolph."
The old Mr. White nodded with a smile and walked up to Lyra with his crutches, "How are you doing
here these days?"
"It's fine. He's good to me too. Rudolph, rest assured."
"That's good."
The old Mr. White smiled gratefully, with his gaze from Lyra face slid to the belly, "You two are making
progress. Why aren't you pregnant? Lyra, you must not take medicine. That hurts your body. Don't
worry. If you're pregnant, Malcolm will marry you and hold a grand wedding ceremony. "
Rudolph, as an elder, took the initiative to bring up such an intimate topic. Lyra's ears reddened slightly
and she smiled awkwardly, "I know, Rudolph."
Was she pregnant?
She wouldn't dare.
If Collin found out, her legs will have to be broken before the baby was born!
The old Mr. White gave a few more words of advice, nothing more than marriage.
Lyra agreed politely.
When the old Mr. White left, her eyes moved down to her stomach.
Although she was afraid she would be beaten to death by Collin because of her pregnancy, she was
actually quite curious about the feeling of having a little baby.
Strangely enough, she and Malcolm had done this several times, with each time without even using a
condom.
How came she was not pregnant?
Was something wrong with her body, or with Malcolm's?
But after this morning's lesson, she didn't dare to ask Malcolm directly, lest he would think she was
flouting his dignity as a man again and take advantage of the opportunity to do her.
Perhaps, her blessing of having a baby had not yet arrived.
She took a long breath and without further delay, set off immediately for the Bana's shooting location.
Just as she reached Bana, her eyes were drawn to a hunched figure in the corner of the doorway.
Because of the mask and hat, the person's whole face was hidden tightly. From her short and gray hair,
she can feel it was an old lady.
But when Lyra walked in a little bit, she was surprised to see the back of the old lady's hand that was
exposed was tight and fair.
She was about to walk up to get a better look when the "old lady" in front of her took advantage of a
staff's inattention and quickly slipped into the building through the staff passage.
22nd floor of Bana Tower.
Melissa was having a shoot.
The cover of this weekly magazine had already been shot. Bana's manager saw her excellent
performance and renewed her contract to shoot the inside pages of certain columns in the weekly
magazine.
The attention of all the staff was on the shooting.
No one saw a "old lady" carrying half a bucket of dirty water from the bathroom after mopping the floor
and quietly appear behind the crowd.
Her eyes, as aggressive as a viper's, had been focused on Melissa from the moment she entered.
She silently walked to a corner closer to Melissa to lower her presence.
"Well, this group is finished. There are still the last two groups. Half an hour intermission. Melissa,
thank you. You're doing very well! Good job!"
The manager of Bana looked at Melissa with admiration.
The other staff members applauded collectively.
Melissa bowed towards all the staff, "Thank you everyone. My agent prepared a fruit tea for everyone
from Moon Sack."
The staff immediately cheered and went to the agent to get the fruit tea.
All of Melissa's attention was on the bow. Time was just right, and the "grandmother" in the corner had
a malevolent flash in her eyes.
"Melissa! I want you to lose all reputation!"
A bucket of dirty water was thrown at Melissa.
Melissa was unable to dodge and was poured head-on. Her Bana-supplied couture dress was covered
in sludge.
The mud and sand in the dirty water also covered her eyes. She rubbed for a few times and her eyes
hurt so much that she could not open.
Taking advantage of the fact that everyone went over to get the fruit tea and simply couldn't react, the
"old lady" immediately threw the bucket, pulled out the pre-hidden dagger and stabbed towards Melissa
sinisterly.
"Bitch, Go to hell!"
Many staff members screamed in fear when they saw the knife in her hand, but none of them had time
to stop it.
"Watch out!"
No blood spatter on the spot.
The dagger stopped just as it was about to pierce Melissa's abdomen.
A pair of hands suddenly clutched the wrists of the "old lady".