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She waited for Malcolm to be fully asleep.

Lyra carefully placed him in the bed, covered the blanket, gently left the room, and went to find Jimmy.

"Dr., since the lab has gotten this blue potion, can we make a copy of a similar one or develop an antidote based on the ingredients of this?" Jimmy looked serious and pondered for a while before shaking his head, "There are several ingredients in this medicine. And there is no data in the laboratory. | have checked. It does not look like Crana's medicine." He paused and continued: "For S404 biochemical virus, there is no ordinary antidote can cure it. If Anthony can come up with the right antidote, it's definitely not from the country, and the drug has the core technology in it." But this was only his guess. After all, he did not see the medicine himself, which might be inaccurate.

Lyra mulled it over.

She intended to observe Malcolm's state after using the blue potion first, and then considered continuing to deal with Anthony after a while.

Malcolm slept all day and night.

When he woke up again, Jimmy immediately checked on his body.

Malcolm was cooperative, but his face was so cold that he didn't even raise his eyes to look at Lyra.

His body absorbed the potion well and the recession had completely subsided. The angina was subsided, and even the spread of the virus was much lower than before.

Everyone was surprised, except for Malcolm, who had little expression on his face.

Back to Lyre Spiti.

Lyra was ready to help him, but he dodged it, looking faint.

"No, | have recovered physically and do not need assistance." Looking at his tall back as he entered the villa alone, Lyra froze in place.

Chad quietly approached her and whispered comfortingly, "Miss Lyra, don't worry. That is his temper. No one has ever dared to force him to do anything. This is not a trivial matter. | guess he will be fine in a few days." "I know." Lyra followed in silence into the villa and Malcolm went straight upstairs and closed the door of his room.

Not a word was said to her.

Lyra was a little upset, but she didn't say anything and went back to her room in silence.

Early the next morning.

She was awakened by a loud noise in the garden.

She walked out to the small balcony and took a look.

Malcolm wore only a thin black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing his fine arms.

He was working out.

That handsome face, it seemed, was back to its former state.

Lyra looked intently at his sharp back and gave him a much-needed applause.

Malcolm heard the sound and stopped what he was doing, but instead of looking back at Lyra who was on the balcony, he went into the villa, put on the suit that was hanging in the hallway, and was soon out the door.

Lyra always stood on the balcony and watched him leave Lyre Spiti.

This was the first time Malcolm had been cold to her for so long.

She leisurely crossed her arms and smiled.

She wanted to see how long Malcolm could hold out this time.

Malcolm, who had just arrived at White Corp and sat down in his office chair, heard Chad's fiery knock on the door.

"Boss, Anthony is missing!" "What's the reason?" "The guards passed out. Someone took Anthony away. When Ted brought our men over to inspect the room in the morning, the blood in the room was dried up, so | guess they left for a day." Malcolm looked grim.

Being able to knock out the guards of the special interrogation room, this person was not ordinary, unless the person was from the Bureau.

"What's Shane up to these days?" Chad flipped through the attendance records, "Shane has been working on Irene's case lately. He's busy" Malcolm sneered, "Irene's case requires him to work for days on end?" "Boss, what do you mean?" Malcolm was cold, "Nothing special. They are always brothers. It's OK that he escaped. It is enough to arrest and torture him out of anger." Anthony knew the secret of S404 antidote.

He did not want Anthony's life now, and Anthony himself knew this.

After thinking about it, Malcolm continued: "But, Shane's rescue method is too problematic. Send someone to check, find evidence to blame on him, and punish according to the rules!" "Yes, boss." Chad did not go immediately, struggled internally before saying, "Boss ...Miss Lyra, when do you plan to admit being defeated?" Malcolm had little expression and did not speak.

Chad then boldly said a few more words, "If you give her an out now, while Miss Lyra is not angry, hurry and make peace." "But if delay for two more days, when Miss Lyra starts to be angry, it will all be your fault, boss..." Malcolm wrinkled his eyebrows, and threw the coffee cup on the desk to the floor.

There was a loud sound.

Chad's face went pale with fear and he retreated immediately to avoid being splashed with coffee.

"| still haven't settled this with you for disobeying my orders two days ago. So you like to mention it in front of me?" Chad cried out in agony, "Wronged, boss! Even you listen to Miss Lyra so much, do | dare not listen to her? But boss, don't worry, my heart is definitely on your side!" Malcolm grimaced and asked, "If there's ever a time when she and | disagree, who do you listen to?" Chad was decisive: "You!" Hmm! He would listen to Miss Lyra! "If I fight with her and have cold violence, whom do you help?" Chad: "Help you! Help you! What's the point of thinking about that? | will help you persuade Miss Lyra!" Malcolm slammed the table and stormed, "Then why don't you get your ass in front of her! Let her come to me first this time!" Chad got it.

The day when he was forced to inject the drug, Malcolm was so determined, and if he ran over to please her within two days, it would make him look like he was humiliated! "Don't worry, boss. | will cherish the opportunity to redeem myself!" Chad behaved obediently.

"Wait." Malcolm regained his stoic face and called out to him, "Clean up the floor before you leave." Chad was frantic inside, but his face was smiling like a sunflower, "Okay, boss! I'll do my job. You can rest assured that two minutes later it will be clean!” Malcolm reminded him, "Do not mention that | said so. You know what | mean?" "Understood! | definitely won't tell her!" A few minutes later, Chad cleaned up the president's office and quietly went back to his office.

He immediately took out his cell phone and called Lyra.

Once the phone was connected, he began to forlornly fake howl, "Miss Lyra! You have to help me!" Lyra was startled by the sound of him pretending to cry at the end.

It was really hard to imagine how ... Chad would look when he was acting! She coughed lightly twice to ease the embarrassment, "Okay, I'll have him pay you a bonus in a couple of days, but did you tell him what I told you?" Chad howled louder, "Yes! He refused. He also said that this time you need to admit being defeated first, or ... how about we give him the chance this time?" mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWLII0fiflO& 1 mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWL1i10fif10&1 mmMwWLIiI0fiflO&1