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"Lyra, that's High-order Prison. Anthony is a felon. It's not easy unless | step in and bail him out.” Lyra certainly knew that.

But bailing out Anthony, was he worthy? She began to flatter Collin, "You're always the best in my mind. | know you must have an idea about this matter. Don't worry. | just want to fix him up. Do you have any method to make his life worse than death? After that, I'll let you get him back." Collin was silent.

He didn't say yes, but didn't say no either.

Lyra looked at him with her watery eyes and began to do sad-fishing: "You beat me so hard today ... now someone is bullying me. You are not even going to help me this favor. I'm too miserable. Don't you love me?" Collin noticed that she was in pain and sweating, so he rushed to wipe the sweat with a wet wipe himself.

Just now he was really angry and did beat her quite hard. When he calmed down, he simply felt bad for her.

Even if she wanted the stars in the sky, Collin wanted to immediately pick them off and give them to her.

"How can | not care about you? | promise you." Her goal was achieved, and Lyra was relieved that it was not in vain that she had exaggerated the today.

"Thank you Collin. When do you plan to get him out?" Collin was about to answer that he'll plan it out.

Lyra was the first to smile and said, "Why don’t we choose this afternoon?" "It needs to be so urgent?" Lyra did not answer, but go to hold her waist carefully. Her small was bitter, "Hiss, my butt is so painful. You hurt me ..." Collin's heart throbbed, "Okay, then I'll postpone everything I'm doing today and prioritize your business. I'll get it done for you by this afternoon.” "Hey, hey, Collin, you're so nice!" Collin sighed and touched the tip of her nose, "Have Kathleen take you for medication and rest for a while. I'll call you when I'm done with it." "Okay." Lyra trudged up the stairs with the help of Kathleen.

When she reached the corner of the stairs, she carefully glanced at Collin downstairs to make sure he couldn't see her, and instantly switched back to her normal walking posture.

Her butt was really painful, but it was only two strokes. Massage herself and the pain would reduce quickly.

Kathleen stifled a laugh and shook her head helplessly.

She knew her husband too well. How could Collin not be able to know her sister's real intention? She came here for Anthony's matter, but he did get angry and beat her sister up. He always had to compensate for something. Otherwise, he would feel guilty.

And it was this that Lyra seized upon to let him do things for her once more.

The two went into the third floor guest room, and Kathleen closed the door.

Lyra was grateful, "Kathleen, thanks. It doesn't hurt too much anymore. The medicine is not necessary. It's too much trouble.

Let's talk for a while?" Kathleen was not quite relieved, "Or put some medicine on it. Otherwise the swelling marks will take at least two days to disappear. | think you should not want Malcolm know it when you go back?" Lyra thought about it.

And yes, although she would not sleep with Malcolm again for a while because of his illness, there was no guarantee he would not notice it.

Malcolm cared about her so much. His relation with Collin was bad, but he could only put up with it for her.

If he knew she was beaten up by Collin, he'd probably be furious! When the time came, it would be a bloody storm! She'd had a hard time easing Collins attitude toward Malcolm, so it was better to be careful.

Collin always kept his promise.

In the afternoon.

Collin sent a couple of bodyguards to drive Lyra to an unfinished building on the suburban.

The sound of a man came from a shabby room of the seventh floor.

Squeak-- The house was old and the sound of pushing the door squeaked.

Anthony had a cotton cloth stuffed in his mouth. His hands and feet were tied to a wooden chair, and there was a black cloth bag over his head.

Hearing someone enter, he stopped struggling.

The black bag on his head was lifted, the strong contrast of light confused his eyes. When he gradually adapted the light, he looked at the person who just came in.

He smiled when he saw that it was Lyra's cool and beautiful face.

When the cotton cloth in his mouth was removed by Lyra, he couldn't wait to say, "Lyra, you finally figured it out. I told you you'd come back for me. Untie me now." Lyra didn't move. Her chin was slightly raised and she was looking at him askance from above.

Those eyes were cold, disgusted and sarcastic, and no other emotion can be found.

Anthony immediately sensed something was wrong and looked around for a moment, "It seems you're not here to save me.

Then you're here to raise hell?" Lyra took out a small and transparent glass jar. The size was only two-thumb width. Her cold eyes scrutinized the liquid in the glass jar.

"| already know about his illness. And now, you have no value to me at all. It doesn't make me very happy to see you living a peaceful life in prison with good hands and feet." Anthony also stared at the glass jar in her hand, always feeling that it must not be anything good.

He laughed, "Lyra, you got me out on purpose to kill me. And vent your resentment for Malcolm?" Lyra's cold eyes narrowed slightly, "You don't deserve to die peacefully in the prison, but you'll have to pray for Mel. If he dies, you'll be buried with him!" Anthony laughed and was pleased to hear it.

"Doesn't it sound like Malcolm is terminally ill? That's great. If he dies, you're mine! | don't believe you'll kill me. We grew up as childhood friends. As long as you still care about our relationship, you can't kill me!" "Heh, you are worthy to mention the relationship to me?" Lyra's eyes grew colder, handing the glass jar in her hand to Anthony's eye heel.

"This is a new one | got from Micah. A jar of specimens from his previous research on Etta's rare disease. I've heard it can fester and grow poisonous sores all over the body within a few months. The onset of the disease can be painful, liver-breaking and worse than death.” Anthony's blue eyes suddenly dilated and looked at her incredulously.

She continued: "The only good thing about this is that it is not fatal to the body but the onset pain is too intense. It will make people ugly. Many can not bear it and have mental breakdown, or choose to commit suicide." "Lyra! You're so mean!" Lyra grabbed him by his prison uniform. There was intense anger in her eyes.

"You weren't ruthless when you used the bio-virus to harm me and Malcolm?" She loosened the lapels of his prison uniform and took two steps back, "Come in." Two bodyguards arranged by Collin immediately entered the house respectfully.

"At your command." "Serve the Callahan family's Mr. Anthony with medicine!" REST The bodyguards took the jar in Lyra's hands.

Lyra retreated to the door, leaning leisurely against the door frame. She took out wet wipes and gracefully wiped her hands that had touched Anthony.

Anthony was forced to open his mouth by a bodyguard who was opening his jaw. He was struggling ineffectively.

He looked to Lyra who was cold-blooded.

Anthony yelled at her as he saw the drug was about to be poured into his mouth, "Lyra, don't you ever wonder how | know so much about Malcolm when I'm in prison? Don't you want to know my secret?" Lyra sneered and was unmoved, "I can check these myself. If | find out who did this, I'll let them be like you, worse than death!" Seeing that she was determined to let him swallow the drug, Anthony was finally fearful.

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