After divorce I am a billionaire

Another long interval.

Lyra shook off her sore wrists. She never felt so tired in the shower! Because she was all wet, she had to wash not only Malcolm, but also herself! She held her anger and brought out the cleaned Malcolm.

After drying the water stains on his body, he was placed on the unstained floor and his robe was thrown directly in his face.

"Wear it yourself!" Malcolm didn't move or pick it up, letting the robe slide off his face and onto the floor.

"My arms have no strength and my hands hurt ..." He can't wear it himself! Lyra stared at his petulantly pretentious appearance, grinding her back teeth and bursting with anger.

Who the hell was challenging whose limit here? Faced with his constant sad-fishing and the behavior that he challenged her limit, she gave a vicious glance at him.

"You have one minute to pick it up and put it on right now. Then get out and get me a clean robe. If you dare to go over time, I'll help you know what the rule is! Permanently cancel your nightly drug feeding!" Malcolm swallowed, his knees seemed to start hurting instantly, and his hands hurt even more! And the cancellation of drug feeding services? No! He can't accept it! Lyra counted the time relentlessly while cleaning herself, "You have fifty-eight seconds left!" He was aghast, immediately bent down and picked up the robe and tied it sharply. Then he opened the door, put on the slippers, rushed to the next closet, and quickly grabbed a clean women's nightgown.

"Ten, nine, eight ..." Lyra's countdown sounded in the bathroom like an emotionless machine.

At the count of the last second, Malcolm precisely hung the nightgown on the shelf in the bathroom.

Lyra glanced over and teased, "It looks like your potential to be inspired is pretty good!" Malcolm didn't speak.

Tonight his intentions were exposed by Lyra! None of it worked out! He was so upset that he slammed the bathroom door, as if venting all the sullenness on the door.

Lyra looked at the childish man behind the door, smiled and sighed, full of helplessness.

Two days later.

On this day when winter had set in, Suham was overcast. The sky was foggy and dreary, and it didn't take long for it to rain.

The cold wind was mixed with light rain, and the temperature suddenly dropped by dozens of degrees.

Walking on the road, it can freeze people.

The large iron door of High-order Prison slowly opened with a dull thud.

Anthony changed out of his prison uniform and wore a simple but thin white shirt.

He was holding a black bag in his arms, which contained the few pieces of clothing he had when he was incarcerated.

A guard, who saw him walking slowly, pushed him out of the prison's iron gate, "Cherish your chance to get bail. When you get out, start over, and behave yourself!" Anthony stumbled two steps and looked up suddenly at the overcast sky, letting the cold rain fall on his face.

The face that became rough gradually held a smile.

Starting over? Yes, this will be his brand new start! Ablack van, from the end of the street, suddenly drove to a stop in front of him.

Fifteen and Seventeen came down,. Without saying a word, they covered his mouth and shoved him hard into the back seat of the car.

Anthony's knees fell hard under the car seat, with a grunt.

While lowering his head, he glanced at a pair of delicate high heels.

He looked up with a smile on his face, and Lyra was sitting next to him, with a small tabletop between them.

Underneath that exquisite and delicate face, her eyes were extremely cold, and endlessly disgusted.

Anthony held his knees and moved to the car seat, "I haven't seen you for almost half a month. You're still as bright and beautiful as ever and makes my heart flutter." Lyra forced herself to resist committing nausea. Not wanting to listen to his nonsense, she got straight to the point, "Where's the medicine?" "What kind of medicine?" Lyra tightened her eyebrows and was chilled.

She took out her pistol, loaded it, and put it against Anthony's head.

"You tricked me? If I can let you out, | can also send you in again!" The muzzle was pressed against Anthony's head hard and his head deflected slightly.

"Lyra, take it easy. Of course I'll do what | promised you! | promised if you bail me out, I'll give you the potion that will relieve his body of the virus first, but I just got out of jail, so how could | have it on me?" Lyra's gun remained against him, with her icy tone unchanged, "Where's the medicine? Take me there." Anthony laughed lightly, "That won't work. If | take you there, won't | just be revealed? I'm still waiting for you to marry me willingly." Eleven and other bodyguards heard what he said and were not happy. They can't wait to immediately beat up this insidious villain .

Lyra restrained her loathing for him and was silent for a moment before saying, "What do you want?" Anthony looked at the drizzling rain out the car window. His blue eyes flooded with carelessness, "Do you have a pen?" Lyra looked to Eleven.

Eleven took out a pen held in his suit pocket, found a scrap of paper in the car, and handed it over together.

Anthony took it and quickly wrote down a phone number.

"I will contact you with this number before tomorrow night. Just come to the agreed place to pick up the potion then as | said." Lyra scrutinized the number, and her cold eyes showed no emotion, "Anthony, if you dare to play tricks, | promise to make you feel worse than death!" "I don't dare. As long as | get what | want, you will get what you want!" He laughed, with his fingers gently pushing away her muzzle.

Lyra retrieved her gun, handed it to Eleven, and continued, "Where are you going to go now? Back to your family?" "No." Anthony observed the geographic location outside the car. His blue pupils were deep and waveless, "Feel free to pull over . Just put me on the side of the road. | have to go take care of something." Twelve, who was driving the car, quickly pulled over. Fifteen and Seventeen immediately opened the door and grabbed Anthony's lapel to throw him down.

"Wait!" Anthony stopped them.

Lyra lifted her eyelids, feeling impatient, "What?" Anthony just pretended not to know her impatience and smiled, "I got no money. | want to go buy a warm clothes, eat a meal, and buy a pack of cigarettes. Can you give me some?" Lyra suppressed her anger and glanced at Eleven, "How much cash do you have on you?" Eleven immediately went through the lining of his suit and felt his trouser pocket again, "There are five hundred." "Give it to him." Eleven was very upset and slammed five bills onto Anthony's chest, "The lady gave you a handout. Take it and get lost!" Anthony wasn't annoyed and bowed his head down to pick up the money.

As he just picked it up, Fifteen and Seventeen kicked him hard out of the van, then quickly closed the door and drove off.

Seventeen poohed out the window with great discomfort.

Anthony still thought of marrying the lady, which was delusional! Lyra didn't stop him from going a little radical.

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