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Anthony, who was drinking tea, paused after hearing what she said. His deep and blue eyes were hidden under the long eyelashes. No one can guess his emotions.

Lyra just pretended not to see his obviously upset expression and continued to ask tentatively.

"When you're in Crana, you're at least the fourth son of the Callahan family, a large and powerful family. Who are you here? What makesbelieve you can get the real serum for me?" Anthony took an unhurried sip of tea and set his cup down before saying, "I'm here. It's true that I'm nothing in this country, but | have a mother who is a Princess." Lyra froze. Originally she thought he would hide it from her but did not expect him to be so straightforward to confess.

He continued, "You just chere. You don't understand the situation in European Swye. My mother is the only sister of the current king. She got high status but did not raiseall these years. She is guilty and promisesa request. So to get that super virus serum is too easy for me." Lyra thought calmly, "So your mother didn't go back to Crana with your father to get married because she is the royal Princess Cayley and she couldn't leave this country?" At the mention of his hurt, Anthony's face grew serious, "No, it was because my mother was engaged at that time." Lyra understood, "Since that's the case, I'm sure your mother was married and had children for that man. She can promise you, but I'm afraid her current husband won't agree easily when he finds out?" Anthony's face looked completely sullen, "I told you frankly about my identity, because sooner or later you will marry me. | want to be frank with you, but you ask questions with provoking meaning. There is no need to continue this topic." He was angry? Lyra raised her eyebrows darkly.

It seemed that Anthony and Princess Cayley's husband's relationship was not good. Perhaps she could find an opportunity to start from this.

"If you don't want to answer, forget it." She readily changed the subject, "I haven't seen the real Grand Palace. What does it look like? It's not much fun to stay at the apartment. When is it convenient for you, can you takefor a walk?" "No problem." Anthony promised decisively, "You've had a hard day. Rest early. Tomorrow I'll arrange for you to go around the palace. By the way, I'll take you to meet my mother. She learned that we're getting married and always wants to see you." Lyra was so disgusted to hear about the marriage that she gave an eviction order to him.

"It's getting late. | think you have things to do, so | won't keep you here for dinner.” "There is indeed something else to do. Lyra, you really know me!" Anthony smiled teasingly and picked up his coat from the couch, "Well, have a good night then. I'll see you tomorrow. Oh yeah! While you're here, remember to callCharles Lance ." Lyra didn't say anything and had no intention of getting up to see him off.

Anthony didn't expect much of a positive send-off from her either and turned towards the door.

After taking two steps, he remembered something, stopped and looked back at Lyra suspiciously, "I heard from Mason, you brought a bodyguard. How c| haven't seen that bodyguard after we were talking for so long?" "It's his first tto go abroad. He's unaccustomed to the climate here. He got vomiting and diarrhea. And he is resting." Anthony nodded thoughtfully.

Lyra poured herself stea, and when she glanced up coldly, she found that Anthony had not yet left.

Not only did he not leave, but he walked back and stood at her heels.

Lyra was baffled, "Want two more cups of tea?" Anthony smiled, bent slightly and pointed to his left cheek, "Before | leave, | want you toa little benefit, a kiss!" Lyra's eyes were instantly cold to the extreme, and her chest burned with anger.

She decisively splashed the remaining tea in the cup in her hand, all over his face! "Is it enough to be sober? If not enough, | have a whole pot here! | can even boil a pot of boiling water to help you wash your face!" Anthony was not angry. However, he enjoyed it, "The tea you drank just smells so good!" Lyra felt disgusted by his frivolous language and she clenched her palms, "Get out!" "OK, I'll go." Anthony took a tissue from the coffee table and wiped the tea stains off his face at a leisurely and brisk pace.

"Lyra, you're such a beauty with the shrewish temperament. | like you more!" He laughed wildly, and after saying these words shamelessly, he opened the door and went out.

"Anthony! You're a fucking pervert!" Lyra gritted her teeth and directly slammed the teacup in her hand. Anthony just closed the door and was not hit by the teacup.

With a snap sound, the teacup was broken.

Accompanied by sound of a car's engine, Anthony's laughter completely disappeared.

Lyra called in the maid whom Anthony had arranged for.

"Change all the couch sets and tea sets. Clean up all the corners of the living room. Get rid of the disgusting smell of your Mr.

Lance!" The maid froze first. It seemed not to expect that the reason she offered to clean up the house was because she hated her master.

Lyra finished her instructions and didn't want to stay in the living room for a second, so she quickly walked upstairs and knocked on Chad's door.

Because the maid was downstairs, she deliberately said loudly, "It's me. Are you better? The endemic can be pretty bad. Letcheck your state.” The door opened quickly.

Chad's frail voice cout of the room, "Cin, Miss. | just threw up twice." "You can't be sick. Tomorrow Mr. Lance and | are going to the palace. How can you protectwhen you are sick like this ..." The sound of the exchange ended abruptly when the door was closed.

The maid retracted her gaze upstairs and concentrated on cleaning up the broken teacup in the living room and by the door.

Upstairs, Chad made a shushing motion, carefully locked the door, and then turned off the listening device hidden under the bed.

Only after this was done did he ask Lyra in a whisper, "You have an idea for the palace trip tomorrow?" Lyra replied with "hmm" sound, "tomorrow we'll go to explore the palace first, then you ..." The two rationalized the division of labor for the next day.

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Tearing coughing sounds cfrom the master bedroom.

Last night, despite the ginger tea, Malcolm caught a cold.

Keith sat on the edge of the bed and complained about him as he applied the fever-reducing patch.

"Malcolm, you're so pampered. When you are sick, we three brothers all cto accompany you. You are the real treasure of the Lloyd family, right?" With slight dark circles under Keith's eyes from last night's sleepless, Keith gritted his teeth and silently glanced at Malcolm who was standing at the end of the bed.

His big brother, Collin was leaning against the wall. His face was grim, stern and unbridled, with an air of menace all over him.

And Micah, with his back to the bed, stood in front of Lyra's previous dressing table. The cosmetics on the table were stowed by Micah, and there were many pill boxes on it.

He was concentrating on dispensing the medicine. His cool face was without any emotion.

Cough ...

In the room, except for the horrible anger as hell wafting from Collin, there was only the uninterrupted coughing of Malcolm.

Collin spoke up, "Malcolm, the more | look at you, the more | hate you. If it's not for Rara, you'd have died a thousand times at my hands!" Malcolm coughed and laughed, mocking in a weak voice: "Do you needto hand you a knife? If you want to getkilled, you can do it now. Don't you dare?" Having been deliberately provoked, Collins fiery temper completely exploded and he turned gloomily to leave the room.

Keith thought he was pissed off and whispered to Malcolm, "Can't you stop saying that? Do you want to pass a test from your brother-in-law in the future?" Malcolm was still coughing and muffled.

Within two minutes, Collin returned and held a feather duster brought from the living room. His eyes were rolling with murderous intent.

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