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He said this and immediately lifted the bedding and was about to get out of bed.

Keith hurriedly stopped him, "Don't mess around! At this point, if you leave, how will Shane and Ryan be able to handle the day after tomorrow?" Malcolm was helped to sit back down.

Keith thought about it. He chose to casually deal with it for now, so he hid it from Malcolm, "Rara is okay. Collin has checked her whereabouts. Anthony didn't treat her badly. She's still safe for now." "Really?" "Of course, how could | lie to you?" Keith curbed the unnatural look in his eyes. He was glad that Malcolm could not see his expression now.

Malcolm continued to ask, "But Anthony has always wanted to marry Rara, so how could he not take any action?" "This .." Just as Keith was having trouble figuring out how to answer him, Micah knocked on the door and cin.

Keith immediately got up and greeted him, "Micah, how's it going?" "All the body data is normal. You can remove the stitches and see." Micah said this while walking to the window and pulling open the curtain.

Keith walked back to the bedside. Malcolm reached out his hands and refused, "I'll do it myself." He reached behind his head with both hands and removed the bandages circle by circle.

Micah stood beside the bed and reminded him, "Take the last two slowly. Don't open your eyes too fast. Gradually adapt to the light." Malcolm did as he was told, and after removing the bandage, his long eyelashes fluttered and he slowly opened his eyes.

He looked down at his hands, which seemed to be shrouded in a black mist. And he could faintly see the edges of his hands. It was an improvement from the twhen his vision was so dark that there was no hint of light.

Keith moved closer expectantly and waved his hand in front of his eyes, "Can you see?" "It's hard to see, but | can make out the direction.” Malcolm answered truthfully.

"Then you look at me. Can you see my face? See what my face looks like right now?" Keith bent down and brought his head closer to him.

Malcolm stared intently for a moment and shook his head.

Keith sighed and turned his head to look at Micah, who was standing beside the bed.

"Micah, what should we do? The day after tomorrow he'll have to hold a conference to give an account to Shane and Ryan. But he still can't see. Those people are so shrewd so they're sure to find out." Micah had little expression, filling out Malcolm's observation status on a sheet, "What's the rush? There's still tomorrow." After filling out the sheet, he took out a prescription. He prescribed a new medication, telling Keith carelessly, "A nurse will deliver it later. Remember to watch him take it." Keith nodded his head.

Micah ripped off a page of prescription and turned his head to go out.

Malcolm called out to him, "Micah, there's something else | need you to do for me." European Swye.

The ballroom was bustling.

Chad walked off an expensive suit when he climbed over the window from Anthony's lounge.

By the the walked down the long corridor in the palace again, he had removed his ugly disguise and turned back into a dapper and handsfigure.

Sof the palace servants who passed by, saw his attire, saluted him and gave way.

He followed the route he took the last the entered the palace and found Arzew Palace.

Compared to the bustle of the main banquet hall, this side was very quiet. There were not many people passing by, and the lights were dim.

He was looking around Arzew Palace when two guards cout of the shadows.

"Who are you?" Seeing Chad's attire, they immediately turned respectful and said in Swyean, "This gentleman, you're in the wrong place. The banquet hall is over there. This is Mr. Charles’ private quarters." Chad sized up the two men.

Anthony even sent someone to quietly guard the palace. It seemed that the super virus serum may be hidden here.

He stopped thinking about it, pretended to smile awkwardly, and replied in Swyean as well, "Sorry." The two guards smiled and saluted, watching him turn away.

However, when he took two steps out, the guards suddenly noticed that something was wrong, "I heard the strange accent from this gentleman. Which duke's young master is he? Just returned from studying abroad?" Chad paused in his steps and his fists quietly clenched.

Feigning anger, he walked up to one of the guards and grabbed him by the collar, "Open your eyes and see clearly! Who the hell | am! How dare you not recognize me!" The two were startled by his sudden outburst and looked at each other.

The guard he grabbed by the collar replied weakly, "We are Princess Cayley's newly recruited guards. We're directly sent to Mr.

Charles. We really do not know you!" Chad laughed coldly, "It's fine you don't recognize me!" While the two froze, he struck quickly and grabbed a stun gun from one guard's hand. Within a second, Chad directly knocked out the two.

As a precaution, he stroked the two men with few more electric shocks to their abdomens.

Then the two men were stripped clean, leaving underpants. Their shirts were stuffed into their mouths. The jackets and pants were twisted into twine to tie them up.

Eventually, he quietly hid himself in the corner of the toilet in Arzew Palace.

The whole process took only five minutes, without delay.

There were security cameras at the door, so he avoided the view of the surveillance and went through the window into Anthony's bedroom and launched an inch-by-inch search.

Anthony was awake.

He felt the back of his head a dull pain. His eyebrows tightened. Subconsciously, he took a hand to rub the back of his neck, and there was blood.

Lyra was sitting on the couch and was drinking juice.

Anthony looked around the room, sat up and asked warily, "Lyra, who was just here?" Lyra didn't answer his question but asked instead, "Anthony, did you never think to givethe super virus serum?" He was stunned and narrowed his eyes dangerously, "It seems that you already know something." Lyra put down her glass of juice and opened up a straightforward confession game.

"You have toldso many sincere things today, but you only hide the matter of super virus serum. Do you think | am still the little girl of more than ten years ago? The little girl knew nothing but only followed you around blindly?" Anthony lowered his head, "Yes, | have no intention of surrendering the serum because | want to possess you. Only when Malcolm is dead, can you possibly cback to me." Lyra snorted, "You're wrong. If he dies, my heart will die with him. Since he'll be killed by you, | will only hate you and send you to hell too!" Anthony's eyes were fixed on her and he did not speak.

Lyra tried to use the past feelings for him to persuade.

"Seven years ago, | worshiped you and respected you. You were the embodiment of justice in my eyes. Now you are ruthless and crazy. You have becquite a different person.” Anthony lapsed into memory and lowered his eyes in silence.

"Is it really fun for us to keep hurting each other like this? If you're willing to hand over the serum, I'll be grateful to you and we'll still be like before, okay?" Anthony raised his eyes again and looked at her.

The lounge was quiet for a few seconds, and finally cAnthony's soft laugh.

"Lyra, are you tellinga joke? Are we going back in tto be friends or partners? Both Malcolm and | want you. Do you wantto let go, or him to let go?" Lyra took a sip of her juice and didn't say anything.

Anthony was amused by her naive thoughts until a pain cfrom the back of his head, rekindling his memory of just before he passed out.

He touched the blood on the back of his head as he looked at Lyra. There was suspicion rising within his heart.

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