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When she didn't say anything, Malcolm's brows knitted tighter, "Rara?" Lyra returned to her senses and explained with a straight face, "He has secrets. | always felt it wasn't simple, but tonight | sent the medicine he gave me to the lab for testing. It's indeed good. He might actually know the cure.” "Since he can give you the medicine, what conditions did you promise him?" "Bail him out and set him free." Malcolm wasn't too convinced, "Just this?" "Yes, but | also do not know what other evil thing he is holding in his heart. He is now isolated and helpless. Just forgive him for not being able to make any big moves." Lyra quietly pinched her palm tight and changed the subject, "Mel, it's late. Go to bed first. We'll talk about these things later.” Malcolm looked grave. His thoughts were not distracted by her, "If he really knows the antidote to S404, then he has my life in his hands. He got such a big chip, and he just talked to you about the condition of bail?" "|..." Lyra hid the unnaturalness in her eyes and laughed softly, "How do | know? Maybe he has other plans and just hasn't told me yet." If Anthony's last two conditions were once told to Malcolm, he would have resisted firmly and would not have been willing to inject the medicine Anthony brought.

And how to continue to deal with Anthony, she also needed to think again. She had to get some useful information from Anthony, and try to dig out the whereabouts of the antidote.

Seeing that Malcolm did not give up and wanted to continue to ask more questions, she lazily rubbed her shoulders and looked tired, "What a day! I'm so sleepy. Mel, don't ask more questions. I'm going to sleep.” "Rara ..." Malcolm was resigned.

Lyra cupped his face and seriously finished her bedtime kissing ritual.

"Mel, good night." Malcolm couldn't help it. His eyes were listless as he responded, "Good night." Lyra: "Go to sleep. I'll wait for you to fall asleep and then go back to the next room." "OK." He went to bed, tucked himself in and closed his eyes to sleep.

Lyra watched his sleeping face for a while and waited for his breathing to calm down before she turned off the light for him, closed the door and went back to the next room.

Once she was gone, Malcolm who was in bed slowly opened his eyes.

His dark and inky eyes were calm and unruffled as he stared at the ceiling.

Lyra was not very good at lying, and all her gestures didn't fool him.

There must be something else. Judging by her performance tonight, he knew she was hiding and refusing to tell him.

The more she didn't say, the more it meant that Anthony was asking for more than that in exchange.

But Lyra worked really hard for his sake, and he felt so heartbroken.

Since she wasn't going to say, he would not get to the root of the matter but he could find out himself! As he was thinking about it, the sound of a door closing came from the next room.

It was light, but noticeable in the hushed evening.

Malcolm immediately sat up from the bed and closed the balcony's door and windows carefully and tightly before calling Chad.

Chad, who had just fallen asleep, was awakened by another phone call from Malcolm and was a little bit annoyed.

"My boss, can you finish your orders at once? Three phone calls a night every few hours, | really can't stand it!" Malcolm lowered his voice, "You don't seem too happy about this job?" Chad was terrified: "No, no, no! I'd love to! I've decided to stay up all night tonight and play games. I'm at your disposal!" He was silent before saying, "Tonight it's considered as overtime. Go to the finance department to receive double the allowance tomorrow. Don't say | treat you harshly." Chad's drowsiness disappeared instantly and he was energized! "No way! Boss, you're the most generous boss in this world. I love you so much!" Malcolm tightened his eyebrows, almost disgusted by his words, and grimaced, "Don’t love me. It's fruitless." He belonged to Rara! Not even a strand of hair will be shared.

Not even for men! "I am so excited! Boss, don't misunderstand. Don't worry. I'm a straight man! Definitely not into men!" Being lazy to continue to talk to him, Malcolm said, "Send someone to find out where Anthony went after he was released from prison. Catch him at all costs. | want to interrogate him personally. This matter should be done as soon as possible. Try not to alarm Rara." "Okay boss!" Because she stayed up late last night, Lyra slept very deeply.

Malcolm got up early, went out to buy fresh fish and shrimp himself, and was busy in the kitchen for hours, but Lyra didn't come downstairs.

He gingerly slipped into her room and snuck under her warm blanket.

Lyra was in a daze when the cold air suddenly came in under the blanket, causing her to shiver gently.

Feeling something moving under the blanket, she squinted, and saw short and black hair. So he was hiding quietly under her blanket, thinking she hadn't been discovered.

Lyra was amused by his childish behavior. Her beautiful eyes flashed with evil and she suddenly got a idea to mess with him.

She closed her eyes and continued to pretend to sleep. When Malcolm, who was hiding under the blanket, moved carefully and came close to her. She immediately pressed and hugged him who was close to her, and wrapped him in her arms.

Malcolm raised his head, lifted the blanket, and saw that she was still asleep so he boldly pressed himself against her chest.

With his nose to her robe, he buried his head in her breast, and inhaled fiercely and deeply! It smelled so good! And it was so much better than cigarettes! Lyra, who was pretending to be asleep, was speechless.

That was it? Were all men so horny? However, she herself was also a horny person and obsessed with good-looking men.

Bring it on! She put her arms around Malcolm's shoulders and moved them down as if nothing had happened, crossing his strong waist and finally landing on his firm butt, catching him off guard with a fierce rub! Holding back her laughter, she pretended to groan in her dream, "Handsome, nice butt!" Handsome? Malcolm, who was about to continue quietly inhaling her aroma, was instantly out of breath.

Rara had always called him Mel.

Could it be that Rara was thinking of another man while holding him? She said she didn't mind, but in her heart she actually still minded his illness, right? He had recession, which made him not have the same physical strength, so he can not give her the best sexual experience ...

Lyra was stifling a laugh when she suddenly noticed that the man in her arms was getting stiff in the back.

There was a certain low mood.

Realizing that something was wrong, Lyra sat up instantly and lifted the blanket.

Malcolm immediately rolled over and turned his back to her, curling up into a ball with his arms around his head.

Lyra couldn't see his expression, so she could only poke at his arched back with her finger.

"Mel?" Malcolm took a few deep breaths, with his back rising and falling slightly.

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