After divorce I am a billionaire

In a black and white study with minimalist style.

Malcolm took the cigarette from Chad, rested it in front of his nose, and smelled it.

This action, if it were someone else, it would probably look a bit obscene.

Malcolm, with his noble and elegant temperament, and his cold and hostile air, gave people the feeling that he was tasting champagne.

After inhaling the smoke for a minute, he threw the cigarette into the trash without any reluctance.

Chad had his lighter out.

Seeing the cigarettes lying in the trash, his pupils dilated and looked at Malcolm in shock , "Boss, you ... don't smoke?" Malcolm held his forehead, and his voice was light, "If | smoke, it is easy to leave the smell on my head and in the study. She's too smart, not to mention the smoke is not a good thing." He just smelled it to satisfy his craving.

Chad nodded thoughtfully.

"When you leave later, remember to take away the trash away." "Yes, boss." Perhaps it was a self-consoling. Malcolm smelled the cigarette and felt more comfortable.

He thought that this way was quite good and not easy to be discovered by Lyra, so he can carry forward and do it more times! "This brand of cigarettes smells good. Chad, when you have time this afternoon, buy me some cigarettes back and find a drawer to hide them all.” "Hide in the villa?" Chad took a deep breath and stared at him with a grin on his face, "Boss, you've got a lot of nerve! You're going to do this under Miss Lyra's nose!" He was on the verge of being beaten up repeatedly! Malcolm's long and distinct fingers gently rubbed his brows, looking unconcerned, "Rara has a lot to do during the day. She doesn't often go through the drawers when she comes back at night. Find a drawer in the corner. She won't discover it." Really? Chad didn't think it was very reliable.

Or was it that his boss was actually implicitly reminding him that his boss was trying to find abuse on purpose as a masochistic man? A few days without a beating from Miss Lyra and he was itching for it? The last time when Malcolm was beaten up and gave himself a pay raise, Chad still remembered it vividly! He secretly sighed, but did not dare to ask frankly. Malcolm, who was such a proud and outstanding man, can not admit that he had that special fetish.

However, since his boss liked it, as his subordinate, he must help him! Not hearing Chad's answer, Malcolm's dark eyes glanced soberly to the side and raised an eyebrow gently, "Haven't | made that clear enough?" Chad noticed his little gesture and nodded furiously.

"Boss, don't worry! As long as you like, I will definitely live up to the expectations, but ... boss you really think clearly ... " he was afraid that if Miss Lyra lost control by then, his body can not sustain the beating? Chad was worried and had mixed feelings.

Malcolm was puzzled, and his dark eyes looked at him coldly.

Chad got the sudden enlightenment, "I get it! | get it all! I'll get right on it. Ill make sure it's done!" He exited the study and gently closed the door for Malcolm.

Malcolm glanced twice toward the door.

He didn't know why. Chad gave him a feeling that he was not reliable? Recently, Melissa was filming a new .

It was a big IP inspirational female growth with a great script and a director who was well-known in the industry.

With Keith, Melissa got the first female role in this . If she can grasp this resource, she had a chance to compete for the Best Actress of the Year Award at the end of the year.

Lyra was so happy for her that she went to Suham Film City in the afternoon.

When she arrived at the location, Melissa was just on break.

The gorgeous and exquisite Victorian-style court dress was still on. Melissa saw her, smiled brightly, and waved at her.

Lyra smiled as she walked over and took a seat next to her.

The two of them were chatting about the recent days, when Melissa suddenly remembered something serious.

"Right Lyra, this morning, we Butterfly Girls received an invitation from the Frazier family. It's Miss Frazier's birthday party. They invite us to perform a few shows. Do you know about this?" Lyra furrowed at that, "It was this morning? Your agent hasn't reported it to me yet." Melissa lowered her eyes and thought seriously, "With Miss Frazier's character, | think this Frazier family is like a dangerous place. What do you think?" "Irene has always been noble and proud. She looks down upon the stars in the entertainment industry. This time she actually took the initiative to invite you guys to the party. Obvious, she did it for you." Melissa lowered her head and stopped talking.

Lyra patted her shoulder and reassured her, "Don't be afraid. It's good to go and see. Keith and | are here and will protect you." "Well, I'm not afraid. I trust you." Lyra smiled, and when she thought of Irene, the light in her eyes burned, "It's been a long time since | haven't have a good time.

If Irene really dares to make trouble at her own party, I'll help her turn the Frazier family upside down again!" Melissa stared at her with rapt attention and was captivated by her wild and starry eyes.

Lyra came back to her senses. Recalling Melissa and Keith's matter, she asked one more question, "Melissa, tell me honestly.

Do you really like Keith? Do you really ... want to be with him?" Melissa lowered her head, remembered her agreement with Keith, and nodded, "I'll do whatever he says. If he gives up in the future, I'll give up too." Lyra didn't say another word and sighed softly.

Lyra's dad had always put a lot of emphasis on well-matched marriage. When she married "Melvin" in Frayton, her dad strongly opposed it after he found out. Because her dad spoiled her, she didn't suffer from this.

If her dad found out about Keith and Melissa's matter in the future ...

She wondered if Keith can have as good a treatment as she had.

After a busy day, Lyra made it back to the villa on time.

In the garden, Malcolm's custom-made gateway stone had been made and delivered, with "Lyre Spiti" written on them with dashing red letters.

She suddenly felt very warm in her heart, and she unconsciously walked faster.

He hadn't seen Malcolm all day and she missed him a bit.

Just opening the door of the villa, she didn't even get a clear look at the living room when a tall and handsome figure swooped over from behind the door, wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and rested his chin gently on her shoulder.

"Rara, | miss you ..." The man's magnetic voice softly described his thoughts.

Lyra felt sweet. Her long and fair hand stroked his back, patting and coaxing, "Then tomorrow I'll take a day off and stay home with you, okay?" Malcolm smiled.

"That's nice." It would be nicer to be able to sleep with her in his arms at night.

But he was already content.

After dinner, the alarm clock went off and it was time for Malcolm to take his medication.

Lyra went downstairs from the bedroom, poured a glass of water for him and picked out the corresponding pills in the boxes on the locker. Then she took out a few pills from each box according to the measurement, and put them in a transparent box.

However, she inadvertently glanced under a drawer, the bottom one, which was slightly open.

Lyra's eyebrows were locked in place.

What was contained inside seemed a bit strange.

She wondered in her mind and pulled open the drawer.

There were many packs of cigarette...

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