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Rudolph sighed, "He doesn't actually know the real inside story. He just pieces together snews and wants to use it to threaten you. Only what | say is the truth.” Malcolm couldn't believe it and couldn't hear every word he said.

"Take a good rest. | have something to do with the bureau. I'll leave first." Malcolm turned to leave.

"Malcolm." Rudolph called out, "They are all relatives. | don't want to see the scenes of relatives being murdered and persecuted before | die. I hope to see all descendants living together.” Malcolm stopped where he was, but didn't look back. He seemed to consider his words for a long tbefore he left the room.

Rudolph's remarks about the truth of the year just made him confused.

Lyra had just cdownstairs to see him standing in the hallway.

"How is grandpa’s health? Has the medical team cto see him?" Malcolm said succinctly, "He's fine." These three words instantly made Lyra understand that the old White was pretending to be sick, but she couldn't say anything about this kind of thing as her granddaughter-in-law, so she could only keep silent.

Malcolm put his arms around her shoulders. "How are the babies? Are they asleep?” Lyra nodded, "They're already asleep, and they cry for a while when | go up. Just a little comfort, the babies are very good." Malcolm breathed a sigh of relief, "Well, let's go. I'll take you back to Lyre Spiti." Lyra was inexplicable.

"You letgo hfirst?" Malcolm looked at his watch. It was an hour to ten.

"I have to deal with Ryan and Travis, and listen to Ryan's explanation.” Lyra took the initiative to grab his palm and intertwined her fingers with him, "Then let's go together. | can't sleep when | go halone. Why don't | work with you?" She was in high spirits. Malcolm couldn't refuse, and was moved to have his wife with him so late.

Holding hands, the two cout of the old White's villa.

As soon as he reached the door of the villa, Malcolm's phone rang.

It was the police officer from the cell at the bureau.

"Mr. Malcolm, something has happened. Travis is missing from the cell!" Malcolm frowned and his expression was instantly grim.

Lyra immediately sensed something was wrong with his expression and looked at him.

The two rushed to the bureau and entered the cell where Ryan and Travis were originally being held together.

In the dim cell, only Ryan was sitting leisurely by the wall, smoking a cigarette.

The rising smoke blurred his expression, adding a bit of gloom to his whole person.

He lowered his eyes, suppressed his determination to die together, and silently waited for Malcolm and Lyra to cover.

"Malcolm, the bureau is not very good at managing. You lost my Travis. You have to explain this to me." Malcolm's eyes were cold, and he stepped forward slowly, staring at him condescendingly, "Ryan, well done. You can allow people to stretch their hands into bureau and quietly get him out of here. It's amazing." On the way here, he and Lyra had already checked the monitoring.

Ted was also working overtto investigate the matter.

The strange thing was that just half an hour ago, the monitoring of the entire bureau was maliciously hacked, and all monitoring was forced to shut down.

After losing that half hour of surveillance, Travis mysteriously disappeared from the cell.

From the moment they cin, Malcolm's expression was particularly cold, suppressing his inner anger.

Ryan saw his expression and laughed in a good mood.

"Malcolm, didn't you already guess who did it? You can't believe it?" Malcolm's fists under the cuff clenched tightly. He stared at Ryan by the wall without saying a word.

Lyra, who was just behind the two, noticed the movement of his fists, sighed silently, and guessed who was responsible for Travis's sudden disappearance.

In the quiet and dark cell, there were hidden storms.

Ryan only pretended he didn't see Malcolm's anger and took a sharp puff of cigarette in high spirits.

"Your parents died in a car accident. With Rudolph's strength, he could make the perpetrator pay a heavy price, but he didn't." He hummed and continued, "Not only did not, Rudolph also helped to hide it. Why do you think he wants to keep you around? Just because of guilt. In addition, he also wants to train a good heir himself. Now You're getting more and more disobedient. Do you think Rudolph won't find a way to control you?" Malcolm looked gloomy, recalling the conversation he had just had with the old White in the room.

The old White pretended to be sick and called him back, and just after he left the bureau, Travis was gone.

What was more, the old White had already arranged someone in the bureau. Malcolm was investigating this afternoon, and something happened in the detention room at night.

It was impossible for anyone else not to doubt the old White.

But Malcolm never spoke, and quietly listened to Ryan.

"Malcolm, have you heard the truth from Rudolph?" He smiled mysteriously, "I believe you know the truth of Rudolph's words. | am the only one who knows what happened to your parents back then, but | want you to cancel the arrest of Travis. Whether he is dead or alive outside, you don't care about him anymore." "This is just a sentence for you. Shouldn't it be troublesome?” Malcolm was silent, and faced with Ryan's negotiating terms with the old White, he agreed quickly as before.

"Okay, Travis ran away. | won't let anyone catch him back. Even if he dies outside, it has nothing to do with me. Now | just want to know the secrets you are hiding." Ryan was satisfied, but reiterated vigilantly, "Remember what you said. Don't pursue Travis. My niece-in-law can hear it clearly.

Malcolm, as the man in power, you have to do what you say." Malcolm put his hands in the pockets of his military uniforms, looking indifference and humming softly.

It was casual but convincingly charismatic, and Ryan didn't have a choice.

He glanced at Lyra, "l want to tell you this secret alone." Malcolm turned back and glanced at his wife.

Lyra nodded in agreement, turned and left the cell.

After Lyra left, Malcolm stared at Ryan who was on the ground, "Can you speak now?" Ryan snuffed out the cigarette butt in his hand, beckoned to him, and motioned him to ccloser, "Be careful. I'm not at ease." With a cold face and suppressed impatience, he walked over with his military boots, squatted in front of Ryan, and put his ear closer.

Ryan got up slightly, approached him, and said in a tiny voice the exact opposite of the old White's truth.

Malcolm listened attentively, and the more he heard, the more serious his expression became.

He immediately retorted, "Impossible." Ryan sneered, "Why? You only see | have been eyeing you all these years, but you don't know what role he plays in the family who seems indisputable. If you don't believe me, you can ask him yourself." Malcolm's black eyes were dignified, as if he was still digesting the diametrically opposite truth given by Ryan.

While he was in a trance, Ryan quietly stretched out his hand to his back, slowly took out the dagger from the ground he was sitting on, and looked at Malcolm with murderous intent in his eyes.