After divorce I am a billionaire

Anthony narrowed his eyes, gazed at him, and suddenly laughed extra wildly.

"So Lyra didn't tell you everything, even my previous dealings with her. She has to hide it from you. Your relationship with her, it's really fragile and breakable.” Malcolm's hand trembled slightly and the tea was dripping onto his hand and burning his fingertips.

"Am | right?" Anthony was even more smug, "Tut, you gave so much for her and endured such a long time of sickness and pain. If she ends up with me, you'll just end up miserable! It's really tragic!" Malcolm's face was expressionless. His hands were elegant and dignified. He picked up a wet wipe on the table, wiped the tea stains on his hands and cold compressed the burned red fingertips.

"No? Then keep beating." Shortly after, Chad immediately raised the stick.

Anthony shouted, "Yes! Of course I'm going to say it!" He couldn't wait for Malcolm to find it out.

It was more fun that way! "I gave her the antidote, and she will back out of the engagement to marry me. And what a coincidence, just two days ago, when | gave her that antidote to relieve your physical symptoms, she has promised me!" As he just finished his words, there was a loud snap.

Malcolm slammed the entire teapot onto his heels.

Broken porcelain splashed and tea spilled all over the floor.

Anthony was cut on his lower leg by the splash of sharp porcelain, leaving several hideous bloodstains.

Seeing Malcolm's anger, he laughed more and more furiously, "Even if you survive, it should be a bitter feeling to watch me have her while you lose her forever, right?" Malcolm's tyranny was gradually rising.

Those black eyes were overflowing with blood, and the killing intent was intense.

Chad saw that he was ready to kill him, and before he could give the order, he pointed at Anthony and told the men who were guarding the door, "Avoid the vitals and beat him to death! Give him all these instruments on the wall. But don't kill him!" "Yes, captain.” Now that Chad had spoken, Malcolm said nothing. He got up and left the interrogation room.

Chad immediately followed.

Behind him, Anthony was still laughing, "Poor thing. Malcolm, you're pathetic! When your body recovers, it will be the time for Lyra to be under me. Haha what a pleasure!" Malcolm clenched his fist. The veins on his forehead were bulging, and his body was filled with an appalling murderous aura.

Chad rushed forward to reassure him, "Boss, don't listen to him. People from the Security Agency are the best at making a psychological attack. Anthony is the former boss. He is excellent at demoralizing. How many words he said are true. We can check later!" In the basement, Anthony's screams soon sounded, mixed with his creepy laughter.

From a distance, it sounded very eerie.

Malcolm restrained his anger. His dark eyes were steady, and he left without looking back.

Lyra had just arrived in front of the Frazier family's large villa when she saw a dusty minivan parked on the side.

Oscar and Jane were moving their luggage to the car.

It looked like the servant s and bodyguards had all been dismissed. Oscar and his wife, who used to have the reputation of the best couple in the families, now were reduced to carrying the luggage themselves. It seemed that Malcolm really didn't spare them.

Lyra's Maserati MC77 pulled up right next to it.

The million-dollar prestige limousine was in stark contrast to the minivan.

Jane was the first to notice her and didn't look too good, "Our family is bad enough. Are you here to add insults?" "Jane! Don't be rude.” Oscar gave her a wink, looked to Lyra and said in a calm tone, "the Frazier family and the Lloyd family have the friendship. Miss Lloyd is a guest in our house at any time. How can we be difficult when guests come to our house?" Lyra just laughed. Oscar was indeed much experienced and praised her at once.

"Oscar, don't worry. | didn't mean anything else by coming over today, . | just wanted to see Irene and talk alone.” Jane's expressin eased up a lot, "She's upstairs in her room packing." Lyra nodded and headed inside the villa, making her way up to the third floor and to the door of Irene's room.

The door was left open.

Lyra gently pushed open and saw Irene sorting through her former designer bags and jewelry, seemingly struggling internally.

She knocked on the door, reminding absently, "These valuable bags are also among the confiscated. The bank will sell them and take them against the loans your family owes, so you don't need to dwell on them, because you can't take any of them away." Hearing her voice, Irene looked up instantly, and the moment she confirmed it was her, her eyes suddenly became intense with hatred.

"What are you doing here? Come to laugh at me?" Lyra nodded unabashedly, "Of course, after all, this will probably be the last time | see you." Irene listened and laughed, "I thought you would be polite and pretend to be a good person, but | didn't expect you to be so direct. Unfortunately, in Frayton, | actually went soft on you and let you live until now." She threw down what she had in hands and stood up, still holding her chin high.

In front of Lyra Lloyd, she would never admit defeat.

Lyra looked with amusement at her barely maintained self-esteem and unrepentant eyes.

"Uncle and aunt have struggled all their lives. Now they are old and have to squeeze into eight square meters of poor housing." "Your brother has saved a lifetime of good reputation. It is all ruined by you. Even he got excellent education background, there is no big company dare to accept him. He can only go to some construction sites to move bricks or be a car washer to barely maintain the family livelihood." "And all of this, you made it. Aren't you feeling shamed?" Irene coldly snorted with disdain, "They're my family but incapable of making me success. They deserve to become like this.

Moreover, | have lost, but don't be too complacent. I'll wait for others to fix you!" Lyra stepped closer to her and lightened her voice, "By ‘others’, you mean Ethel?" Irene's face was slightly frozen, not speaking. And she was staring at Lyra.

"I'm afraid someone helped you out with this birthday party. And this someone is Ethel, isn't it?" She'd been suspicious since she first met Ethel.

Irene proudly withdrew her eyes and sneered, "You mean that actress? Who is she, worthy of being my advisor?" Lyra didn't believe it at all, "It doesn't matter if you don't admit it. I'll find out sooner or later." She took out the printed evidence of the crime from her bag, and lightly began to read, "Five years ago, you hit and killed someone when you did drunken driving. Oscar faked your psychiatric evaluation and spent money to cover your crime. The victim's family was not convinced and accused you online. After you knew about it, you brought your bodyguards to the door and arrogantly beat them up, causing serious injuries to two more people. And finally it was still Oscar who helped you quiet it down. " Irene's eyes dilated in mild shock, "How did you know?" Lyra did not answer her question and continued to read, "Four years ago, you disliked a hotel waiter's bad attitude at a celebrity tea party and got someone to beat him privately to vent out your anger, causing multiple fractures all over his body ... or four years ago, you... ..." "That's enough!" Irene shouted angrily, snatched the evidence sheet in her hand and viciously shredded it, "These are all your one-sided words. | firmly deny it!" Lyra coldly had her arms crossed, and smiled, "These words of yours, you save them for the jail.” Irene's back went cold and she was acutely aware that something was wrong.

"You...what do you mean?" Just as she finished, there was movement from downstairs.

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