After divorce I am a billionaire

In the garden of the Frazier family, a team of police officers in special uniforms were showing their papers to Oscars and explaining their intentions.

Irene lunged to the window, saw that it was the people from the National Investigation Bureau, and gritted her teeth in hatred, "Lyra Lloyd! You're despicable!" Lyra laughed, "I call this justice for the majority of sufferers, and not out of nothing. The word ‘despicable’ is better to leave it to you." Irene's whole body was shaking, and it was only at this point that she knew what was fear.

So what if the Frazier family went bankrupt? They'll get back on their feet one day, but if she went to jail, she would be screwed up and be tortured to death! She had to escape! She can't just sit there and wait her doom. Ethel will help her! "Lyra Lloyd! Just wait!" If she ran through the back door of the villa now, it was still too late! Lyra clutched her wrist and used deft force to keep her immobile.

"Naive, with the National Investigation Bureau, you think you can get away with this? If you really don't want to go to jail, I'll consider helping you, as long as you tell me Ethel's identity.” Irene said sarcastically, "Aren't you very capable? There are still people's identities you can't find out?" "It seems you have a good friendship with her. if you would go to jail without betraying her, so go ahead." Lyra coldly let go. Irene turned her head and tried to run, but the police had rushed upstairs, blocked the doorway to the room, and walked in aggressively to quickly put electronic handcuffs on Irene.

Irene struggled desperately and was pushed out of the room by the police. She was glaring back at her with hatred, "Lyra Lloyd! You'll never be as good as her! I'll wait and see!" That intense hatred was unconcealed. And her words seem to have a deep meaning.

Lyra didn't say a word as she watched the flailing Irene being forcibly taken away by the police.

She looked around Irene's room and finally saw a photo album in the drawer of her dressing table.

Turning it over, there was a photo of Irene and Ethel together in front of Francis University.

She stared solemnly at the smiling Ethel in the photo.

That sense of familiarity came over her again.

The first ime when she met Ethel, she felt something was wrong with this woman, especially since Ethel knew about her previous staff in Frayton.

Now when she thought about it, it seemed that the close relationship with Irene was also something that Ethel intended to reveal to her.

This woman, what kind of trick was she playing? By the time Lyra exited from the Frazier family villa, Irene was already being escorted in the car by the police.

Oscar and Jane were talking to a man who had his back to her, saying something that seemed to be begging for accommodation, and Jane was crying in a hurry.

Lyra looked at the cool back that was similar with Anthony and walked calmly over to him.

Shane heard the footsteps and turned his head to look at her. He was smiling, "Miss Lloyd, do remember me?" His eyebrows resembled Anthony's as well.

When he smiled, his eyes were a little sharper than Anthony's.

"Hello Mr. Shane." Lyra responded with a polite smile, "Now, you're the man in power of the Callahan family. Who could not know your name?" Shane, the second son in the Callahan family, was also a member of the National Investigation Bureau, second only to Malcolm.

When he saw her, Shane was very emotional and reached out to touch her head, "You used to love to visit my family and play with my brother, but you've grown more and more beautiful over the years." Lyra took half a step back and decisively avoided his hand.

"Sorry, there's a fiancé at home who would be upset if he knew another man is touching my head." "I'm really enviable." Shane withdrew his hand and smiled kindly, not feeling embarrassed, "I haven't seen Mr. Malcolm for a long time. And he hasn't been back to the National Investigation Bureau. | wonder if he's been well lately?" Lyra's eyes narrowed slightly, examining the exploring in his words.

Working together at the National Investigation Bureau, Chad and Ted knew about Malcolm's condition, but Shane seemed to be completely unaware of it? Lyra's tone was casual, "Of course it's good. He's always in good health. He's not a sick one, unlike me." "Then Miss Lloyd take care of yourself, and say hello to Mr. Malcolm for me, too." The two exchanged pleasantries for a while.

And they were interrupted by Jane who was crying.

"Shane, Irene is young. She makes mistakes because she is ignorant. She has been diagnosed with mentally ill before. Shane, you must help her!" Shane laughed and said, "Don't worry. The National Investigation Bureau never wrongly accuses anyone and will not treat her harshly during the investigation.” With nothing more to do, Lyra turned her head to leave.

Garrett suddenly came out of the villa. Because his body was not yet healed by Chad's beating, he could only hold on to the door frame and call out to her from a distance.

"Lyra! Are you really going to join Malcolm in targeting the Frazier family? It seems like you can't leave Irene alone after we've known each other since we were kids?" In the garden, all eyes looked at Lyra because of these words.

Lyra paused but did not turn around. Her tone was cold, "Garrett, the punishment she is about to face is what she deserves and what your family will get for tolerating her since she was a child." She took two steps forward, seemed to think of something, looked at Shane and said, "If Irene is really mentally ill, she should be sent to a mental hospital for treatment. And it shouldn't be used as an excuse for her to get away with it. Mr. Shane, what do you think?" Shane laughed, "That's for sure." "My poor daughter ..." Jane was breathless and was held by Oscar to keep from falling over.

Lyra didn't bother to look at the family's affected manner and walked away.

She had just gotten into her car and was about to go home when her phone rang.

It was Jimmy's calling.

"Miss Lloyd, this blue potion has been tested over and over again. There is no problem. Malcolm's recession and angina caused by the virus in his body will be well slowed down and even the symptoms will subside if he injects it." Lyra was very happy, "Great, I'll be over later." Hanging up the phone, she returned to Lyre Spiti first.

Malcolm, still wearing his thick jacket, sat lazily on the sofa reading a book.

As soon as Lyra returned, she was so happy that she took his face and kissed it, "Malcolm, go get changed and come out with me." "Where to?" Lyra smiled mysteriously, "You'll know when you get there!" Malcolm saw that she was happy, did not ask more, and immediately went upstairs to change a coat.

The two came to the lab together.

Looking at the blue liquid in Jimmy's syringe, Malcolm looked grim, "Is this what you traded with Anthony and got back in return?" Lyra nodded and tenderly stroked his face, "Dr. has tested it many times. The medicine is fine. After the injection, it can make you revitalize!" Chad laughed and agreed, "Recession disorder or whatever, all of a sudden! My boss will still be the fiercest man in the future!" The banter made the lab a lively place.

In this lively atmosphere.

Malcolm, however, stared intently at the blue potion. His eyes were deep and his tone was firm, "I will not inject it. Jimmy, take it away."