The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 809 Want to have more children with my wife

"But Malcolm, just to be on the safe side, I'm going to double-check it and we'll see."

"Uh-huh."

After saying so, Malcolm got up and left the room.

Outside Spencer's room, Lyra was waiting for him at the door.

When she saw him, Lyra put her arms around him. "Don't ever do that again, okay?"

Holding her head in his arms, Malcolm gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead and said, "I see. How

are the kids?"

In the car, he heard Momo crying, and when he left, he scared the children.

Lyra took his hand and entered the room. Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

The children were fast asleep, and Molly held Spencer's hand tightly, dependent on her brother's

warmth.

"I wonder if that's how they sleep when they're inside my belly," Lyra said.

She was lucky to have two babies at once and to have both of them.

Malcolm had a look of happiness on his face, and his dark eyes lit up with lust, "Rara, why don't we

give them another baby brother or sister?" The sultry voice joked. "The kids grow up now, and they

need more playmates."

Lyra rolled her eyes at him. "I'm happy with the two of them."

Malcolm took her in his arms and whispered in her ear, "I'm serious, honey. With our family business,

we can afford another ten or eight."

Ten or eight?!

Like she was a sow!

As punishment, Lyra yanked at his face and pretended to be angry as she lay down next to the kids to

sleep.

They were in front of him, and the picture was warm. Malcolm was extremely satisfied.

In any case, he will protect his family.

National Investigation Bureau.

Through a series of cutting-edge data recovery functions, Ted finally managed to get someone to

restore the internal surveillance footage of the Stone family, as well as the surrounding surveillance

footage from the day of the Stone family's accident.

On the day of the incident, a group of armed men appeared at the Stone residence. They argued with

Dylan, and the surveillance cameras were hacked. The Stone family tragedy happened immediately

after.

The mastermind behind the Stone family's tragedy got Ted to associate with Frank.

Following Frank's lead, Ted found that one of the fingerprint files at the scene was a perfect match to

Frank's.

Ted took this evidence to Frank and started the usual interrogation.

At this time Frank's hands and feet were handcuffed, but he still had a strange smile on his face.

He looked at Ted and said, "Why isn't your boss interrogating me? Why are you? Do you deserve to

hear from me?"

There was an officer standing at Ted's side and a newly appointed. Seeing Frank so brazen, he can not

help but secretly scolded: "You're gonna to die. Still being stubborn."

From the evidence collected, even without the tragedy of the Stone family, those crimes were enough

to kill him ten times over. Why was he still being so arrogant?

Brad raised his hand and motioned for him not to say anything, but to present Frank with the evidence

he had already gathered.

"The night of the Stone family incident, you and Dylan had a huge fight. Do you have anything to say?"

Frank raised an eyebrow. "What difference does it make? Doesn't Malcolm just want me dead? You tell

him to come here and I'll tell him myself."

Seeing that he wasn't afraid of it, Ted slapped the table and warned, "Our boss doesn't have time to

listen to you. Frank, you better confess, or we won't mind using special methods on you."

Frank laughed arrogantly and glared at Ted. He said nonchalantly, "Isn't confessing to false charges

under torture the bureau is used to? I've seen a lot of things. I'm not afraid of your little tricks."

He was so uncooperative that Ted knew he couldn't get anything out of the interrogation, so he had him

sent back to the holding room and told Malcolm.

Knowing that Frank wouldn't confess so easily, Malcolm said in a deep voice over the phone, "We'll

continue our investigation into the Stone family. We'll find evidence that will convict him."

People like Frank refused to be convinced until he was faced with grim reality. Only to find full

evidence, can really put him into the abyss.

"Yes, Boss."

After hanging up the phone with Ted, Malcolm's eyes darken and it seemed inevitable that he will see

Frank again.

*

Night.

In another room in the lab, Malcolm was half-leaning against a window, thinking.

With a creak, the door was pushed open.

Lyra came in with a glass of milk.

Seeing Malcolm's expression, she put down the milk and asked, "What's wrong? Is it Frank who won't

talk, or is it too much pain? Do you want me to call Jimmy?"

Now the only tricky thing was Frank. He was such a cunning guy, must want to seize the opportunity to

delay some more time, so that the forces behind him to find a way to get him out.

In front of his wife, Malcolm had a sad expression on his face. He frowned and said, "Honey, you don't

know how hard Frank hit me last night. It hurts here, and it hurts there. I want you to rub it."

Lyra walked over and gently rubbed the spot he had just touched. She said patiently, "Our kids are

already five years old. If they hear you, they will laugh at you."

Malcolm raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong with me and my wife? Who dares laugh?"

With that, he buried his head in her arms and smelled the scent of her body. His only uneasiness

seemed to be instantly cured.

They sat by the window for a while.

They can just see the stars out of the window.

"It is said that if someone close to you dies, he or she will become the brightest star in the sky. Honey,

you said that we..."

"Rara, we're all going to live a long life. Don't get any ideas."

Malcolm kissed her on the lips, blocking what she was about to say.

He and Rara, and the kids, will live long and everything will be fine.

Just as they were getting along, Jimmy was knocking on the door.

"Malcolm, the results."

Malcolm immediately left Lyra's soft lips and stood up decisively. "Rara, you rest with the kids. I'll be at

the bureau later to deal with Frank."

"Working late at the bureau? Is there something you're not telling me?"

Lyra was suspicious.

It was almost 10:00. What can't be done early tomorrow?

He must go there in the middle of the night?

Was Frank up to something?

Looking into Lyra's worried eyes, Malcolm smiled reassuringly. "It's nothing. Ted called this afternoon

and said Frank wanted to see me. I'll be fine."

He made so many promises, and each time he got careless. Lyra still didn't trust him, and put her arms

around his neck, "You better be safe," she said. "If you ever come back from with an injury again, go to

the White Mansion and get punished by Charles. I mean it!"

"Yes, sir."

Malcolm walked out the door, and the gentle smile on his face was fading away into a moment of

seriousness as he followed Jimmy to the testing room.

Jimmy took out the test results. "Malcolm, I'm sure you don't have any viral agents in your body. Frank

must be lying to you."