The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 1027 A face-to-face meeting

Chapter 1027 A face-to-face meeting

Anthony put his son back on the carpet and let him play with the ball himself.

He turned on the speaker. "Ms. Lloyd went to Bostrain, which is far away from Crana, and should have

gotten off the plane by now."

Bostrain?

Anthony frowned. "That country is remote, and it's not a place where the people are rich. What did she

do there?"

"This... I don't know, Mr. Callahan. Except for Ms. Lloyd's flight, I can't find her itinerary in Bostrain."

"Oh, I see."

Hanging up the phone, Anthony was still thinking about Lyra's sudden departure abroad.

Obviously on today's itinerary, Lyra should come to Callahan Group to discuss cooperation project

plan. If she can't come due to something, she should call or send a message in advance to let him

know.

But she didn't.

She went abroad without telling him, and went to a remote and economically backward country like

Bostrain.

And, as far as he knew, the Lloyd's Corp had no business in Bostrain.

The more he thought about it, the more something went wrong, so Anthony dialed the internal number

between the office and the assistant's seat outside.

"Zack, come in."

Within a minute, there was a knock on the office door and Zack entered.

"Mr. Callahan, what can I do for you?"

Anthony lowered his head, held the pen to sign, and approved a business trip slip for him, "I need you

to go abroad for me. Go to Bostrain, and find a way to contact Lyra as soon as possible when you get

there."

Although Zack didn't understand the meaning of what he said, he obediently accepted the slip he

handed over.

"When do you need me to leave?"

"Now."

"Huh?" So urgent?

Zack was in a daze.

Anthony continued, "I need to know where she went, what she did, who she met in Bostrain."

Zack was a little frightened. "You want to check Ms. Lloyd? If Mr. White finds out, I'm afraid he won't be

happy."

"You don't need to worry about it."

He had always been so forceful that it cannot be commented on. "Book a ticket for this afternoon. Go

back as soon as possible to pack a few pieces of luggage, and set off immediately."

"OK."

...

At four o'clock in the afternoon that day, Zack set off from Suham Airport to Bostrain.

Anthony worked until six o'clock in the afternoon before leaving Callahan Group with baby Alistair in his

arms.

He went to the National Investigation Bureau.

Malcolm just came back from a mission. He was still wearing a dark green military uniform with a gun

on his waist, and his handsome face was full of righteousness.

Anthony stared at his military uniform for several times before stepping forward with Alistair in his arms.

"Mr. White."

Malcolm turned his head and glanced at him, "Why did you bring your child here?"

"Callahan Group has signed a new international contract. I may need to go abroad twice. I want to let

Alistair stay in Lyre Spiti. Please let Lyra help me take care of my child for two days."

Malcolm looked at the soft baby in his arms, his handsome eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his

expression was complicated for a moment.

If Lyra was in Suham and Anthony asked her to help take care of Alistair, she must be eager, so that

she can video chat with Mavis every day and let Mavis see the child more.

But Lyra wasn't home...

When he didn't answer, Anthony read the expression on his face. "What's wrong? Is there something

that is inconvenient to take care of Alistair?"

"No, Rara has gone abroad for business, and I'm afraid she won't be back in a few days, so I can't help

you take care of the child." He suggested another way of thinking, "Doesn't Paloma like her great-

grandson? You can leave him to her to take care of. It's just a few days. Wouldn't it be more

convenient?"

Anthony said, "Grandma is old and her legs and feet are not good. Alistair is naughty. I'm afraid he'll tire

her."

"Then take him with you when you go abroad. Anyway, you usually go to work with him, and the same

goes for business trips."

Malcolm's tone was lazy, but it was the truth.

Anthony avoided the subject and asked, "What business is Lyra going to do? Did she go to Delta

Union?"

Malcolm frowned deeply, "Do I need to tell you my wife's whereabouts?"

Anthony laughed, "Of course it's unnecessary. I'm just curious. No worries."

Malcolm gave him a cold look, smoothed the cuffs of his military uniform, turned around and left,

ignoring him.

Anthony didn't linger, but hugged his son in his arms tightly, and went back to the car.

While closing the car door, he confirmed one thing.

Lyra had secrets.

But whether Malcolm knew it or not, he didn't know.

*

After several hours of flight, Zack arrived at Bostrain's capital airport in a drowsy state.

The economy of this place was backward, the people were generally poor, and the level of education

was not high.

Coupled with the remote location, there were no natural resources such as ores and diamonds, so the

whole country was still crowded with the earth tile houses which were like the ones in Crana's

countryside.

There was no commercial value here, so business leaders from other countries will not come here to

invest, and the tourism industry here will not work either.

The relatively wealthy people in Bostrain had basically gone abroad for development. The whole land

was large and the population was sparse.

Zack first booked a homestay here, and then through layers of connections, he got in touch with the

underground trading boss here.

"On the flight from Crana to here this morning, there is a woman named Lyra Lloyd. Her phone is

turned off. I can't reach her here. I just need you to tell me her location."

As he said, he was putting down a wad of money on the table.

Two hundred thousand.

This was already a huge sum of money for the country of Bostrain.

The dark-skinned man smiled meaningfully, took the money, and replied in unfamiliar and bad

language, "With the money, there is no problem."

The efficiency of this group of people was really high.

At ten o'clock that night, Zack found a desolate and secluded mountain range according to the address.

There was only one family in a few miles around, so it was not difficult to find.

It was an adobe brick house.

The mountain road was black, and Zack searched for it with a flashlight all the way, and two red Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

lanterns were lit outside the yard.

They were Crana-style paper red lanterns.

Zack felt it a little strange, and didn't understand why Lyra came to such a remote place.

The lights in the room had been turned off, and there was no movement. The people inside were

probably asleep.

Zack knew it was impolite to disturb her at such a late hour, so he chose to set up a simple tent in the

jungle not far from the yard, and barely had a night's rest.

Alas, the homestay was rented for nothing.

He sighed deeply, and inexplicably, his job changed from an assistant to a spy.

Never mind, it was still interesting.

The next morning, he was woken up by a crowing rooster.

In that tile-roofed house, the rising smoke could already be seen faintly, and everyone in the house got

up.

Zack quickly put away the tent, put it in his backpack, and walked across the field path in a few steps,

ready to go to the yard to knock on the door, complete the goal arranged by Anthony for this trip, and

contact Lyra.

However, before he reached the gate of the small courtyard.

The wooden door of the tile-roofed house was pushed open, and a beautiful blonde woman walked out

from inside.

Zack wiped his eyes and his breathing seemed to be constricted. He tried again and again to make

sure it was a familiar face.

The woman didn't notice Zack's existence, but turned her head, and happened to have a long-distance

eye contact with Zack outside the yard.

He panicked. "... Mrs. Callahan?!"