The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 926 There are many Ronalds

Broderick's expression froze for a moment, and he questioned over the phone, "Why did you suddenly fire me?"

His cousin on the other end scolded him angrily, "You offend Ms. Lloyd. From now on, you can do whatever you like. Don't mess with me!"

"Hey..."

"Broderick, at best your dad is my dad's third aunt's younger brother. We are two irrelevant relatives. Don't call me cousin from now on."

Broderick wanted to say something, but the other end of the phone had already hung up.

He looked up abruptly at Lyra.

Lyra was touching Molly's head, smiling brightly.

"You... you are?" He turned pale and terrified.

"That's right. This is my daughter. Her surname is Lloyd. The one who was splashed with water is my son, with his father's surname, White."

Everyone's expressions changed suddenly on the spot. The old lady still wanted to maintain her dignity, but she couldn't feel complacent no matter what.

Her son was fired from the Lloyd's Corp, and standing in front of them was Lyra Lloyd, the richest woman in Crana and the woman with the most powerful background. God! They offended the real boss.

"Okay, apologize to Spencer, or your whole family will be poured with two buckets of hot water. It's you choose."

Malcolm was straightforward.

As the boss of the National Investigation Bureau, even if they had never seen his real face, they still knew his name, and he always kept his word.

If he said two buckets of water would be poured on them, it could never change.

The Cunninghams were all pale.

No matter how arrogant they were just now, now they became extremely coward.

The old lay grabbed the little boy and pulled his arm hard. "You go apologize to Spencer," she said sternly.

Ronald was usually spoiled, and it was always others who apologized to him. He had never experienced such a thing. He was dissatisfied with his grandma's attitude, held his head high, and refused to let go. The old lady was a little anxious, afraid that the whole family would be at their peril because of her grandson, so she beat Ronald and pushed him forward.

"Can't you hear me? I ask you to apologize to him!"

Ronald was frightened by his grandma's aura, held back for a long time, and finally couldn't hold back and burst into tears.

"So... sorry, I was wrong wow..."

He growled, "Whoo whoo, I'll never like Grandma again!" With that, he ran out of the office.

A group of the Cunninghams panicked.

Ronald's mother, who remained silent, stood up first and chased after him.

Broderick didn't want to leave yet.

He looked at Lyra, lowered his head, and seemed to want to say something.

Hesitating for a long time, his face was flushed, but he couldn't say a word of pleading.

Molly was smart and said it bluntly, "Huh, shut up, uncle, my mommy will never forgive you."

Broderick wanted to find a place to hide himself. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." Then, he ran out the door.

*

After exchanging greetings with the principal in the school and thanking Mavis, Lyra and Malcolm left with Molly and Spencer, deciding to send Mavis back first. Along the way, Molly couldn't help being happy.

This time, she directly dealt with a group of big villains. She felt that Mommy and Daddy were amazing, and they would be her role model in the future. Mavis pretended to be stern, "Am I not good?"

Molly hurriedly coaxed her, "You're also amazing. If it wasn't for you, I would rush up. Thank you."

Mavis thought, some compliment didn't have to be said out loud.

Along the way, Mavis didn't say much.

As keen as Lyra, she noticed something wrong with Mavis carefully.

When they arrived at the door of Callahan Residence, Mavis thanked them, and was stopped by Lyra when she turned to leave.

"Mavis, I came back in a hurry and didn't bring a coat. Can you lend me one?"

Mavis smiled and nodded, "Okay, I have one that I haven't worn. I'll get it for you."

"I'll go with you."

When Lyra was about to follow, Mavis stopped suddenly. Seeing her embarrassment, Lyra asked, "What happened? Tell me the truth."

Being asked such a question, Mavis couldn't hold back her grievances.

Tears popped out immediately, and she told her the whole story of what happened...

Knowing Mavis was sad and anxious, Lyra took her hand.

"It's not your fault."

Mavis nodded and wiped away her tears, "I'm much more relaxed now."

Lyra patted her head lightly.

"Stupid, you won't call me? It can be big or small. You can't hold it alone. Do you hear me?"

Mavis showed a long-lost smile.

"I know, Lyra. You should go back quickly."

Lyra was still a little worried and wanted to go out with her for a walk, but Mavis insisted. She was also a little worried about Spencer, so she went back.

As soon as she got into the car, Molly pounced and asked, "What did you talk about just now? You made me wait for a long time!"

Lyra pretended to be mysterious, "Talked about you and Spencer. Why is Spencer like a little adult, and Molly is like a monkey, jumping up and down every day?" Molly pursed her lips, "Mommy! Who is the monkey?"

"Your daddy."

"Yep!"

Malcolm, who was driving seriously in front, didn't know that he had been assigned the role of a monkey.

Back at Lyre Spiti, Malcolm changed Spencer's wet clothes and threw them in the washing machine.

Spencer stood obediently, feeling a little depressed.

"Daddy, am I useless?"

"What?"

"I can't beat anyone."

Malcolm understood that the kid was brooding over Ronald.

"Spencer, have you ever heard a sentence?"

"What?"

"There are some things that rely more on brains. If you solve them violently, you will only be sanctioned. Forget it, change your clothes quickly."

Spencer looked at his father's figure, pondered his words for a while, then nodded with a smile.

On the other hand, Molly pestered Lyra to tell her interesting stories about foreign countries.

Lyra got a headache from her entanglement, rubbed her temples and asked, "Molly, do you want to go abroad?"

"Yeah, I want to have a look."

"I'll be on a business trip, so I 'll take you out with me?"

Molly immediately refused, "No, I can't leave my brother to go to school alone. If there is one Ronald, there will be many Ronalds!"

Lyra looked at her serious face and couldn't help laughing.

The little girl was young but knew a lot.

"What did you say? You look so happy."

Malcolm walked to the door.

Lyra quickly asked, "How is Spencer?"

Malcolm raised his eyebrows slightly, "Maybe... not so good."

"What's wrong?" Lyra stood up abruptly, making a gesture to go downstairs.

Malcolm hugged her slender waist. "Maybe this little guy knows more and more things."

Lyra breathed a sigh of relief and scolded him, "You want to scare me to death."

Molly sniggered next to them.