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Mason did not retort but explained, "It's the first tfor Miss Lloyd to be here in Gellegno. You may not know about this city much. So my master is thinking of your safety.” If he didn't want them to go out, then they would stay at the apartment. Lyra didn't want to go shopping, and she didn't want to learn about European Swye's culture and people.

She was more concerned about when Anthony would show up, "When does your master plan to meet me?" "I guess my master will be here by the tyou finish the lunch.” After Mason said so, he winked at the other two bodyguards behind him. And then the two immediately approached, trying to search Chad's body.

Chad was alert: "What are you doing?" Lyra stepped forward, blocked them, and questioned, "What does he mean by that? He doesn't believe me, or is he afraid I'l do something to endanger European Swye?" Mason explained: "Miss Lloyd and the bodyguard gentleman, please cooperate with us. Since you're in European Swye, we need to check if you have controlled knives and firearms. It is inevitable." "We have be checked before we get on the plane, so why bother." Lyra sneered.

"Excuse me. Please cooperate with us." Mason stopped explaining and the other two bodyguards quickly stepped forward to search him.

Lyra was a woman, so they dared not touch her and called a maid to check Lyra.

The result, of course, was nothing to search. Mason asked the two bodyguards to open their suitcases. There was a delicate and small aircraft model in Lyra's suitcase, which attracted Mason's attention.

He was about to bend down and pick it up for a closer look when Lyra asked him to stop.

"Be careful! That's a little toy my brother Collin gave me. It's not cheap. If you break it, even your master can't afford to pay for it! Let alone you!" Mason was stunned and could only withdraw his hand.

After the searching, they found no dangerous items. Mason had his bodyguards remove all communication devices from their suitcases.

Laptops, Bluetooth headphones, pens with recording functions, as long as they were charged, were not spared, and finally they asked to confiscate Lyra and Chad's cell phones, and even the electronic watch in Chad's wrist.

Lyra could not bear it, and stared at Mason coldly, "Nowadays, in this era, no cell phone equals to lose sense of security. Is it too much that he does so?" Mason, who remained unmoved, bowed deeply and then said, "Miss Lloyd, please forgive us. W e are doing as instructed. When the master arrives, you can ask him yourself." "Get out, I'm going to rest." Since there was no room for discussion, there was no need to be polite. She directly asked Chad to chase all the people out.

Chad slammed the door shut with a heavy thud.

The two stood behind the thin and white curtains and watched them in silence.

Outside the small apartment, Mason left two bodyguards guarding the door and left alone in the Bentley.

In addition to the two bodyguards, there was a maid who was cleaning the yard.

While Lyra was watching the manpower situation outside the door, Chad wasn't idle.

He skillfully checked all the tables, bed corners, overhead lights, vases in all rooms, and finally searched out three small sound monitors and put them on a coffee table.

Lyra finished her observation and closed and locked the windows before going to sit on the couch and picking up a monitor to play with.

"He's got so many little moves, even the woman's bedroom is bugged. What a pervert, scum!" After saying this, she viciously slammed the monitor out of her hand.

Chad intercepted it midway and got it firmly in his hands.

"Don't throw it away first. | still remember the location. When we finish talking, I'll put them back. Anthony is shrewd and suspicious. Even if you take this matter with him, he'll agree on the surface, but will find another ways to secretly monitor us behind the scenes." Lyra nodded, calmly organizing her thoughts, "Open the suitcases and check how much stuff was just confiscated.” Chad immediately pushed the suitcases over.

They were vigilant in their work and searched the suitcases thoroughly, leaving the small aircraft model that Collin gave her a long tago.

Lyra did not know the mystery of this small aircraft before, and disliked it. A few days ago, she learned that this was a new type of small bomb, requiring a unique operation to detonate it.

The shell of the small aircraft was made of a special material. Any security checks can not detect it.

This was a simple trick for Collin, who was the world's number one aircraft commander.

Lyra's fingertips gently stroked the Emerald Green Ring on her right hand. She looked serious, and was in deep thought.

Chad sighed, "Now in addition to the two small weapons for self-defense given by Mr. Collin and Mr. Micah, other things are gone. If we want to grab the super virus serum when the tcomes, I'm afraid it will not work." "And without any communication devices, we are completely disconnected from Crana. Miss Lyra, what are your plan?" Lyra was silent for a long time. This trip over here was far more difficult than she had imagined.

But she, Lyra Lloyd, liked to rise to the occasion! "What are you afraid of? Since we are here, we will make arrangements when we finish meeting Anthony first.” Chad nodded and told Lyra more details about the royal household of European Swye that he had found out on his way here today.

At the stime, Suham, Crana .

The sky was dark and heavy, which plunged the whole city into silence.

Shane's office in National Investigation Bureau still had the lights on.

"Mr. Shane, Malcolm White has returned to the White Manor from the laboratory in the afternoon. Together with him are Micah Lloyd and Keith Lloyd of the Lloyd family ..." Shane, wearing a military uniform, sat in a chair, listening to the report while smoking a cigar, "The Lloyd family's two sons also followed him to the White Manor? Did they get off midway? His subordinate answered honestly, "No." "That's odd." Shane absently extinguished his cigarette, and looked thoughtful, "So how was Malcolm when he went out of the lab?" "Wear a black fur coat, with sunglasses, and stern aura. His face is as handsas ever ..." Shane's eyebrows knitted up and he tapped his desk impatiently to remind him, "I ask about his status!" His subordinate trembled a little bit in fear and recalled seriously, "He was held by Keith. They were walking quickly. Seems to be no problem. The state is quite good." "Held?" Shane keenly caught the key word, and smiled: "The more normal he looks, the more problematic he is!" His eyes narrowed, "Continue to monitor them. Send another team to the White Manor. Use the excuse of reporting to him about the Bureau's tasks in the past month, and try to meet him to see what is wrong with him." "Yes, Mr. Shane." When the subordinate left, Shane put out the cigar in his hand, and his eyes were deep to the extreme.

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Keith was a little uneasy when he got up to the toilet at night and went to check on Malcolm who was in the master bedroom.

He yawned and rubbed his eyes sleepily. With the vague moonlight outside the window, he saw that there was no one on the big bed in the master bedroom.

"Malcolm?" He turned sober instantly from his sleepiness and turned on the bedroom's overhead light. Then he found that Malcolm was sitting on the balcony, and was wearing a thin nightgown with his back unmoving.

"Fuck! It's late at night. You're not sleeping but go to the balcony to see the moon?" Tonight, the moon was hidden behind clouds, let alone he can not see! Keith suppressed his anger and immediately grabbed a plush and thick robe from the coat rack and walked over to cover him up.

His thin lips were frozen purple. His body was as cold as ice, without a trace of temperature. From his indifferent face, he looked like he had been numb.

If it wasn't for the fact that he would blink every now and then, Keith would wonder if he was already died.

The more he thought about it, the more suffocated Keith felt. He was so angry! "Malcolm, if | could give you an award, | would give you the award for being the best troublemaker! You're my fucking nemesis.

Agreeing to take care of you is the most regrettable decision of my life!" Malcolm's dark eyes, which had lost their focus, gazed earnestly at the sky.

He ignored Keith's anger. His long and slender fingertips reached out beyond the balcony, feeling it quietly. his raspy voice was weak.

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