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After all, Chad was coming, and Lyra did not want to undermine his prestige and face in front of others. She looked to the sofa next to her.

"Go sit." Malcolm did not move at all. His head bowed in exasperation. His dark eyes were cold and stern as if he wanted to kill someone.

Lyra remembered his angina and patted his cheek to gently soothe him.

"Do as you're told. Go sit down, and maybe you'll be cleared in a minute." Malcolm just subsided his tyrannical mood and sat down on the side sofa.

Fifteen minutes later.

Chad came in a hurry.

As soon as he entered the villa, he was frightened by a certain cold, heavy and appalling aura in the living room.

Seeing the cigarette on the table, he was clear enough about what happened.

His elaborate design was not in vain. His boss was caught red-handed so quickly.

Great job! He stood across the table, and was somewhat happy.

Malcolm saw him and thought he had the audacity to laugh? In front of Lyra, Malcolm suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice.

"Rara saw the cigarettes you put in the drawer. You help me explain to Rara. If you dare to say a false word, | will carry you to the interrogation room tomorrow with a lie detector and electroshock device!" He was so mean! This was not quite the same as the outcome he expected beforehand, ah? Wasn't BOSS just looking forward to getting beaten up? Shouldn't he be happy? Chad was too stunned to say a word.

Lyra wrinkled her brows and glared at Malcolm, "Why are you threatening him?" "I, I didn't..." Malcolm's voice instantly became weak.

Lyra didn't intend to rebuke him, but just looked at Chad and asked in a flat tone, "Chad, answer me honestly. Did Malcolm smoke today?" Chad froze and subconsciously glanced at Malcolm who was next to him .

Malcolm reminded him, "Electroshock ." Chad was scared, "He didn't smoke! He asked me for a cigarette, and he just sniffed it and threw it away." Lyra elegantly had her arms crossed, looking calm and glancing the two back and forth. It seemed that she was not quite convinced.

"Chad, don't be afraid. I'm here. As long as you are telling the truth, | guarantee Malcolm won't dare to touch you.” Feeling relieved to have Lyra's protection, Chad raised his right hand in a swearing gesture.

"Miss Lyra, | promise. Every word | say is absolutely true!" "Great." Lyra nodded as if she believed it.

Malcolm breathed a sigh of relief.

However, before Malcolm was completely relieved, he heard Lyra continue to ask, "The cigarettes in the drawer. What was that about?" "He asked me to buy them for him this afternoon and said | could find a drawer to hide them all.” Lyra noticed the key word and narrowed her eyes, "Hide?" Chad nodded, "He said you do a lot of things during the day and don't often rummage drawers. So, | should find a spare drawer to put them in. And they won't be discovered." Lyra sneered and looked meaningfully at Malcolm who was next to her .

"Oh, so that's it. It won't be discovered by me." Malcolm was so mad inside as if he was about to vomit blood.

Motherfucker! This fool! The more Chad said, the more suspicious he became. He was almost declared guilty! He glanced at Chad furiously and gritted his teeth gloomily, "I asked you to explain not to recount my previous words word for word! You came here to prove my innocence!" Chad understood it completely.

It turned out that he misunderstood during the day, and thought that his boss was deliberately looking for abuse. However, it seemed that he really wanted to hide the cigarettes from Miss Lyra! Compared to Malcolm's mania, Lyra smiled gently, "Don't be afraid. You are doing well. With me, you are assured to speak boldly." However, Chad, who learned that he had done something wrong and harmed his boss, was not as confident as he had been earlier.

He had to seriously think about how to make amends for his fault by good deeds.

Otherwise, he would die! His boss was running on sheer anger, and Miss Lyra can not save him! After a moment of contemplation, he said in a serious tone, "Miss Lyra, it's true that he did the wrong thing by hiding them from you, but he really keeps in mind your customized schedule and never wants to really smoke." "He recently takes the medicine three times a day. Those medicines are very bitter. Having too many pills will lead to loss of appetite, nausea and regurgitation. He is trying to find a way to relieve the bitterness after taking the medicine. He just used the wrong method!" Chad made a sincere statement.

Malcolm's gloomy face gradually turned normal a little. He heard a few good words from Chad.

Lyra's face had little expression, making it impossible to let them guess whether she believed it or not.

Chad asked tentatively, "Miss Lyra, you just ... don't be mad at him." After all, Chad was an outsider, so Lyra didn't say anything about Malcolm hiding cigarettes from her and attempting to lie to her before.

She looked to Malcolm, smiling gently, "I won't be angry about such a small thing. Mel, don't you think?" Malcolm nodded honestly.

Lyra retracted her gaze and looked again at the cigarette on the coffee table, "But in the future, don't keep the cigarettes. It's not something good. Chad, empty the drawer of cigarettes. Sell them at a low price.” "Low price?!" Chad was stunned. They were imported and fine cigarettes, which were expensive! It was Chad's favorite brand. And if he sold them at the low price, he would lose much money! Malcolm gave him a look, "Do as what Rara asks you to. Carry these cigarettes away tonight. | never want to see these things again!" Chad had a bitter look on his face.

"Yes, Mr. Malcolm." Chad was in the living room dealing with cigarettes when Lyra got up and took Malcolm's hand, "Come on. Let's go upstairs." Malcolm's heart throbbed even though her tone was obviously calm.

He took effort to explain ... Did he still have to go back to his room to be beaten? He let Lyra hold his hand and they went back to the master bedroom with mixed feelings.

"Sit." Malcolm sat down, being apprehensive.

He couldn't tell if Lyra was still angry or not, but he knew that he really hated being hit in his palms! If not for the fear that Lyra would be angry, he would have wanted to throw away the whip in the drawer, and the wash-board in the closet! As he was sullenly thinking, he saw Lyra turn her head towards the bedside table and place her hand on the first drawer, making a move to open it.

He knew very well what was lying inside! Not waiting for Lyra to fully open the drawer, he gripped his heart hard, his brow tightened, and he said weakly, "Rara, |...feel painful ..." Lyra ran over immediately to check on him, "Heart? Is it angina again? How could this happen? It's been a week since you took the medication, so it shouldn't come on so easily." His breath was weak and he lowered his head. His face was pale and sickly. The whole person looked extremely fragile and powerless, and he was leaning in her arms.

Lyra was very uneasy, "You can't tolerate it. I'll go to help you get the special medicine to inhibit the onset of angina!" "No need!" She was about to get up when he clutched her wrist.

The clutching was very gentle, without the slightest sense of tenderness from his painful trembling.

As if realizing she had overreacted, Malcolm let go helplessly and rested his head into her arms, "I mean, I'm so much better with you holding me ..." Lyra didn't say anything.

She lowered her head, gazed quietly at his head, and she knew what happened really.

He not only lied to her and hid from her today, but now he was even acting? She was going to forgive him and take the swelling cream from the drawer to apply it on his knees herself.

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