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Harrod cleared his throat and helped her analyze rationally with his vigorous voice.

"The Lloyd family has definite evidence that Anthony is an illegitimate child. If it comes to light, it will do you, me, and the royal family no good. If king knows, he wouldn't approve of your decision.” Princess Cayley was even more angry, with her eyes glowing with fierceness.

"Why? Lyra Lloyd the bitch killed my son. She deserves a life for a life. She thinks I'll give in by threateningwith these old stories? She's dreaming!” "I have to get justice for Anthony, so what if | expose the royal scandal!? Even if there is life-and-death struggle, | will sue her to the end!" Harrod could not persuade her, lowered his face and said no more.

Melissa had just cout of the bathroom and was walking down the aisle when Shane's men took her away.

She was taken to a hotel and pushed into Shane's room. She was stumbling a few steps before she could stand.

Shane was sitting lazily by the window, lighting a cigar.

Under the hazy smoke, it still can not hide the anger in his amber pupils.

"So you agreed to go back hso quickly just to help Lyra Lloyd find evidence?" His voice was cold, and the smell of tobacco in the room mixed with the threatening scent of his body was so oppressive that made her feel suffocating.

Melissa inhaled deeply, held back the oppressive force he brought, and nodded stiffly, "That's right." Snap- There is a loud noise.

Just as she finished her words, a teacup in Shane's hand flew toward her, and it shattered at her feet.

Melissa took two steps back to avoid being splashed by the teacup.

Shane glared at her, "What did the Lloyd family give you? To make you work for them like this? And to set up your own family! What a traitor!" The final words hurt Melissa so badly that she hardened herself to see Shane's oppressive gaze with determination.

"I am a traitor and | know that | am not welcomes by all of the Callahan family. You are my family but you are more indifferent than strangers. Lyra is not my sister but she is good towith all her heart. If it wasn't for her, | don't know how many times | would have died! You unite with Princess Cayley to judge her. Of course | can not sit idly by and do nothing!" Shane laughed coldly, "She is good to you, but she only sees you as a use. There are people in this world who are closer than family? She killed your brother with her own hands! Even if Anthony is an illegitimate son, he is still half of the Callahans and cannot be bullied by the Lloyd family! Moreover, once the Lloyd family reveals Anthony's identity, the Callahan Group will suffer a great loss. Do you understand?" "Sorry, Mr. Shane, | only recognize Lyra as my family." Melissa's eyes were red. She bowed deeply towards him, "I have no feelings for you, for Anthony, for the Callahan family. Mr.

Shane, if you mind, my return party can be canceled. Let's just say you didn't find your missing sister. " Shane put out the cigarette and lowered his head so no one can see his emotion.

Before leaving, Melissa said the last words, "Mr. Shane, you may not understand what Lyra means to me. | would rather not be the daughter of Callahan family than do anything against her!" Chad drove the car and took the healed Malcolm to the countryside in a hurry.

In a simple house, a man had just woken up.

His chest was wrapped in thick bandages, which were slightly permeated with blood. His lips were bloodless, and his face was wan.

The man raised his azure blue eyes and the eyelashes trembled gently.

He tilted his head slightly and glanced at Malcolm who was sitting in the chair next to the bed.

"You?" Malcolm toyed with the watch in his hand and didn't look at him. And Malcolm said in a calm tone, "Even Lyra herself didn't know she was so nervous that day that her hand shook when she fired. The bullet missed your heart by two centimeters and didn't affect your arteries." "Why...what ..." Anthony asked weakly, and was puzzled.

Even if Lyra hadn't been able to get him killed with a single shot, the blood loss would have killed him. And if Malcolm did nothing to save him from ruin, he would not cback to life.

Or did he save his life so that he could quietly torture himself again? "Why should | save you?" Malcolm understood what he wanted to ask, and laughed lightly, "Over the past half of a year, | were sick because of you. | almost died for several times but | also imposed the spain in your body. Under heavy torture, you almost did not survive several times as well. Since you handed over the super virus serum, now | am physically healed. Our previous grudges are written off. " A write-off? Anthony was slightly stunned.

He actually said something similar to what Lyra said before! It was clear that they were both equally bloodthirsty and ruthless. They were incompatible rivals in love and absolutely irreconcilable enemies. How could Malcolm be willing to let himself go off so easily? Anthony braced himself and leaned against the bed, "You know, | only handed over the serum because of Lyra. | didn't even want to save you. | would prefer you to be dead!" "I know." Malcolm eyes looked calm, "In this matter, you fulfilled her wish, and she shot you. In addition to fulfill your wish of death, it is also in the fulfillment of me. Now | help you. | let you go." Anthony looked at him in shock.

"Malcolm, you should know me. If we were in different positions, and if you were in my hands now, | would not let you off so easily!" "Unfortunately, there is no assumption. And you don't have this opportunity to makea prisoner. Whether to forgive or continue to resent, the choice is in my hands.” His dark eyes smilingly stared at Anthony, with an innate arrogance.

His features were really handsome. Despite having had a skin replacement surgery because of facial burns, his face was still good-looking beyond words.

His dark eyes, in addition to the ruthlessness of being in power, had the aura of righteousness. For Lyra, there was endless doting and love.

Anthony laughed with relief.

"I concede defeat. | finally know why she chose you. In sways, | am indeed inferior to you." Malcolm smiled slightly, patting his shoulder. And his tone was gradually serious.

"Aside from that, let's get down to business. Your mother thought you were dead and took Rara to the International Court of Justice, demanding that she be judged in court.” Anthony's expression becserious as well, "My mother will never stop until she reaches her goal. If this continues, it will only be a lose-lose situation.” Malcolm nodded, "So this is something that can only be solved by you." The two looked at each other again, without the rivalry of the previous times.

Because of Lyra, the two used to be enemies who hated each other.

And this time, it was also because of Lyra. The two unexpectedly shook hands and made peace, anxiously discussing a solution.

The tfor recess had ended.

Princess Cayley did not withdraw the case.

Everyone re-entered the courtroom.

The plaintiff's side held on to the fact that Lyra shot Anthony and would not let her go off.

"Your Honor, we believe that the defendant shot Charles Lance when he was defenseless, which is considered a sneak attack and intentional murder! As a foster mother, the plaintiff has done her best, but the defendant is slandering her for not doing her best and showing no remorse. | hope Your Honor imposes a severe sentence on the defendant!" On the defendant's side of the table, the lawyers were silent.

Because what Lyra said in the courtroom before the recess completely disrupted all their per-designed plans.

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