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Malcolm was upset and gritted his teeth sorrowfully, "Keith, | hate being threatened!" "I didn't mean to threaten you. It's just a quid pro quo. | you're not interested in what happened to Rara, I'll send over breakfast and you won't eat it at the worst." His sister Rara was Malcolm's lifeblood. Inexplicably, Keith thought it worked off his anger.

His magnetic and bass voice was in a slightly upward tone.

"But in that case, I'll never tell you anything about Rara. You'll have to listen toif you want to know! If you don't avoid certain food for breakfast, I'll just arrange it for you." Malcolm didn't answer.

Keith raised an eyebrow, "If you don't object, I'll take that as a yes." Bastard! Did Malcolm really think he can’t deal with him? "I haven't taken such personal care of anyone except Rara, so just enjoy it." With the sound of the door closing, Malcolm curled up and hid his head under the quilt, feeling depressed.

Keith had just cout of the room when he received a phone call from Melissa.

When he answered the phone, his low voice instantly turned soft, "Do you miss me? No activity today?" "Well, | couldn't sleep without you last night. | want to see you before | go to work." Melissa, in a somber tone, continued to ask with concern, "How are you doing there? I'm at the lab door right now, but security won't letin." "I'll cout and get you." Keith walked quickly and when he reached the door, he saw Melissa at once.

Melissa wore a fishtail dress that she was going to shoot later and wrapped a fur collar right around her arms, matching her innocent and soft face with a kind of contrasting beauty.

And Lyra had always been domineering and arrogant, which was a completely different style from her.

"Why don't you put more clothes on before you cout? It's winter." Keith immediately took off his jacket, wrapped her shoulders tightly, and rubbed her palms together to warm them up.

Melissa's heart warmed up, "Don't worry. I'm not cold. How's it going here with Mr. Malcolm? Did Lyra say how long she'll be back?" "He is a mad dog, but fortunately, | have found a way to subdue him. | just can not return to the villa during this period. You have to take good care of yourself. Rara did not say the return date. | will return to the villa to accompany you when | am free." "It's okay. When | miss you, I'll cover to see you. Mr. Malcolm's matter is the main. You must help Lyra take good care of him." She smiled softly and stroked Keith's face.

Keith frowned, and was a little jealous, "It's all about Malcolm. How cyou don't care if I'm okay?" He got hit by Malcolm today. Melissa didn't even care, and his shoulder bone seemed to be more painful.

"No, love you the most!" Melissa immediately cupped his face with both hands, stood on tiptoe, and gently kissed him on the face.

Thinking of Lyra, her emotions gradually went down, "I just feel sorry for Lyra and Mr. Malcolm. If | were her, | do not know how broken I'll be. Her heart is much stronger than mine. But so, it means she has to bear more pressure. | really feel so sorry for her." Keith wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, "It's going to be okay. It's all going to be okay. We're all going to be healthy." She nodded, "So Mr. Malcolm must be feeling bad about Lyra's absence, so you should be more accommodating to him and not bully him." "He's sick. Am | going to haggle over?" The more Keith thought about it, the more wronged he was.

It was a hard job! Besides, it was Malcolm who was bullying him! But he didn't want to worry Melissa and never said anything about his injury.

After more than ten hours, Lyra and Chad finally got off the plane.

European Swye's capital, Gellegno, was very far from Crana, with a tdifference of more than ten hours.

It was daythere and late at night in Crana.

Just arriving at the airport, she hadn't had tto call her brothers before she saw a black-clad bodyguard who met her at the gate.

The man wore a sunglasses, was fair-skinned and tall, approached politely and bowed toward Lyra.

"Is Miss Lloyd from Suham Crana?" "Yes." Lyra raised her eyebrows slightly, and was a little surprised that he can speak such fluent language of Crana. Beside t hat, there was no more expression on her face.

The bodyguard bowed and made a polite gesture of invitation with both hands, "Miss Lloyd, you can callMason. Please follow me. He has arranged a place for you to stay. You must be tired from your journey. Please rest for the day." Lyra didn't want to delay: "Where's Anthony? | need to see him now." The bodyguard Mason was slightly startled, "I don't know the Anthony you are talking about. The one who sentto meet you is my master, Mr. Charles.” "Charles?" Lyra grunted, "What the hell is he trying to do again?" "The gentleman's full nis Charles Lance." Lyra's eyebrows tightened.

As long as it was about Anthony, she felt disgusted and said in a bad tone, "I'm not interested in knowing his name. Anyway, you tell him that I, Lyra Lloyd, am here and | want to see him today!" "Yes, Miss Lloyd please followto rest. | will convey your intentions to my master." Lyra followed him without a word.

Chad silently followed behind and quietly used his phone to look up the surnLance. He found that this surnwas not simple. It was actually used by the European Swye royal family.

On the plane, Miss Lyra told him that Anthony's mother's nwas Cayley, so could it be that Anthony took his mother's last nover here and his mother's nwas Cayley Lance? Chad immediately searched it online. He found there was really a woman named Cayley Lance in the European Swye's royal family. Her status was not ordinary. She was the current King's sister, the Princess Royal Cayley.

But her profile showed that this Princess Cayley already had a husband, so what was her relation with Anthony? The illegitimate son of royal Princess Cayley? He mulled it over and before he knew it, he was following Lyra and the bodyguard named Mason to the airport parking lot.

It was a stretch black business Bentley.

Before getting into the car, Mason noticed the man behind Lyra, "Miss Lloyd, is this the man you bring?" Lyra glanced at Chad, "Yeah, he's my bodyguard.” Mason was a little embarrassed, "Sorry Miss Lloyd, my mater said he would only accept you, no one else." "He's just a bodyguard. Is your master being weak-minded?" Lyra said, "I'm a woman and I've traveled a long way to European Swye. If | can't even bring a bodyguard, won't my safety be too insecure?" "This .." "You can't make the decision and | won't make it hard for you. Call your master immediately. If he doesn't agree, I'll buy a plane ticket back to Crana right away! He still wants to hold a wedding. And that's the attitude he wants to marry me?" Lyra had her arms crossed with pride and grace. Her tone was tough and she didn't yield a bit.

Chad kept his head down and gave her a silent thumbs up.

It was true that Miss Lyra was dominant and never let herself suffer at any time! Mason bowed repeatedly, "Miss Lloyd, please wait a moment." He took his cell phone out of his black suit pants pocket and quickly dialed a number, repeating what Lyra had just said to the man on the phone in a whisper.

A minute later, he bowed respectfully to Lyra again and offered to open the car door for her, "The master agrees. Miss Lloyd please.” After half of an hour's drive, they arrived at the outskirts.

They finally pulled over in front of a small European Swye-style apartment.

Mason invited Lyra inside, "There will be a special cook for you and this bodyguard gentleman to serve lunch later. For the rest of the day, you may walk around or take a short break, but please do not go outside.” Lyra's face was expressionless as Chad took the lead and asked, "What do you mean? Do you want to restrict our freedom?" MMMWWLIIOIfIO&1 MMMWWLIIOIfIO&1 mmMwWLLIOfiflO& 1 MMMWWLIIOIfIO&1 MULL TO £2 E1061 mmMwWLIiIOfiflO&1