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His dark eyes narrowed as he looked dangerously at Lyra, "Does he look good, or me?" Lyra laughed, "You" Malcolm wasn't satisfied, "So is he in great shape? Is he a good dancer?" He was really jealous.

Lyra stifled a laugh. Her hands tightened around his neck. She got closer to his ear and said with very soft voice.

With one sentence, Malcolm was instantly cajoled and happy.

His high nose brushed against the tip of her nose. His voice sounded seductive, "When we get home, I'll show you my dance. Do you want it lustful or voluptuous?" Lyra stifled a laugh, "I want both." Malcolm lowered his head and kissed her red lips, "I'll satisfy you, but in the future, you are not allowed to look at the other men who dance like this." Lyra was speechless, "The first half of his dance is quite normal. | didn't expect his dance style to turn like this in the second half.

But honestly, this trainee's dance style is versatile and diverse. That is good. " She inadvertently complimented Luke again. Malcolm instantly lowered his eyes, "He's a siren! Dancing with lust to a married woman! He must have a purpose!" Lyra almost couldn't hold back her laughter, and hurriedly caressed the back of his neck to coax, "Okay, okay, from now on, | don't even look at it, lest someone gets jealous.” Malcolm was satisfied with this and walked out of Angle Tower in a dashing and resolute manner.

Lyra looked at the fading tall building and suddenly had a doubt.

"Malcolm, every time when | work at the group and there are men, you come over to check up on me? Have you arranged someone around me?" His back just stiffened.

Lyra inspected his expression and narrowed her eyes, "Be honest. Confess and I'll be lenient!" "Let me explain." He paled slightly.

Lyra pinched his face and asked seriously, "Who is it?" Malcolm didn't answer.

If he told her, it was a betray. After all, that person helped him a lot. If he did so, it was not right.

With that in mind, he asked, "You can guess." "Oh? You still want to protect this person?" Lyra pinched his face with more strength, "Malcolm, | don't guess. | do thorough investigation. When | find out, that person will be screwed with you!" Screwed? He was silent. He couldn't be subjected to the family instruction for this matter, could he? He refused! "Honey, | bribed the people around you only to make sure that you are safe when you are out of my sight. They can be bribed by me solely because | am your husband but eventually they listen to you." Lyra grimaced, noting his choice of words keenly, "Did you say 'they'? How many of them are there in the Lloyd Group?" Malcolm was instantly mute.

What should he do? He seemed to have trapped himself! Lyra caught a glimpse of his expression and knew that he was thinking something bad. Then she continued to pinch his face with anger.

"Hiss ..." Malcolm's face distorted and he gasped, "Honey, be gentle. If you pinch it again, it will swell and my face won't look good." Lyra angrily let go but pinched his waist.

"Go back and write me a list. The ruler is waiting for you if you resist. Do you dare to swindle?" "Be gentle." Malcolm didn't duck, hugged her slender waist tightly and nuzzled into her arms.

"Don't be angry, babe. After we're back home, I'll make you ginger tea to cool you down." Since he was well behaved, her anger faded and she looked to her stomach, "My little tummy is still a little uncomfortable. Can you rub it?" "Okay, babe." Everything was fine as long as he didn't get beaten up.

Malcolm immediately stood up from her arms and rubbed her belly with precision.

Lyra laughed and teased him, "I like you most when you're henpecked. Check less in the future. We should have more trust with each other!" He disagreed and retorted, "It's not that | don't trust you, but you're so beautiful. | don't feel at ease with the men out there." Alas.

Lyra sighed and couldn't dissuade him.

* The night before the party.

The Callahan family.

Shane sent an early delivery of a beautiful custom-made gown, which was left in Melissa's room.

Melissa stood by the window, peeked out every now and then and glanced in the direction of the penthouse.

In the last few days, she had been watching the penthouse.

It was found that three meals a day would be brought up there. The meals were small and for one person.

If her mother was the only person who lived on the top floor, then the person who attacked her with an ashtray last time was probably her mother.

But why did her mother do this to her? Her mother's attitude towards her, and towards the three siblings, Shane, Timothy and Rebecca, was completely different.

Moreover, as Mrs. Callahan, her mother's position should be very high, so why did she have scars on her wrists? And why did Timothy and Rebecca looked so strange when they saw her in the dining room? With suspicions, Melissa sat up in bed and was sleepless.

Tomorrow was the return party. She was the daughter of the Callahan family but Shane was not even willing to tell her the secrets of the family.

She was a little reluctant.

The servants of Callahan Residence were busy with the return party, and it was the time when the surveillance was the most lax, so could she take the opportunity to go up again to have a look? She was torn inside for a long time. Her fear and intense curiosity were fighting constantly in her mind, and finally her curiosity won.

Late at night, Callahan Residence was quiet without a single sound.

It was as if the whole house was in a deep sleep.

Melissa wore slippers and took the eyebrow trimmer from the dresser and walked slowly to the top floor.

She decided to take a look through the iron gate first, as she did last time, to see what was going on.

When she arrived at to the top floor, the long corridor inside the iron door was dark and silent. The gusts of gloomy wind were eerie.

She had the guts to shake the iron door. The heavy iron cable collided with the door frame, emitting a crisp thump sound, which was especially clear in the dark night.

"Mom?" She called softly in a small voice.

After waiting for a while, there was little response, and it seemed that the person of the top floor was asleep.

It looked like she would have to try going out the window again.

She turned her head and was ready to go when, in one of the rooms in the corridor, there was suddenly a very distinct sound of chains.

It was the sound of heavy chains dragging on the floor.

The sound was very abrupt because the surroundings were so quiet.

"Mom? Is that you?" She shouted again, but still with no response.

Spooky. It was really spooky.

"What are you doing here?" A man's low and grim questioning suddenly came from behind her without warning.

Melissa was shaking with fear and looked back in horror.

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