After divorce I am a billionaire

Lyra wanted to send a message to Eleven quietly, asking Darkbell to investigate all women named Cayley in European Swye, to find out who got the similar experience with the Callahan family.

When she heard Sylvia's cry of surprise, she raised her eyes and saw the man's familiar face.

"Garrett?" She had not seen his for five or six days and he seemed to have changed a lot. He was less spirited, and becnumb and introverted.

Seeing him dressed as a waiter, Lyra was a little surprised, "You've been working here lately?" Garrett froze, was shameful, did not answer Lyra's question and turned his head to leave.

Lyra called out to him, "After all, we've been friends for years. Would Mr. Frazier like to sit down and have a drink?" Sylvia still had a vivid memory of what the Frazier family did to Lyra before.

"Lyra, the Frazier family is no longer considered a gentry. Mr. Frazier is a nhe can't afford, and, from the moment he helped Irene try to get you killed, he's not our friend anymore.” Garrett originally stopped at the doorway, and when he heard this, he instantly turned his head to look at Lyra, "I didn't help Irene hurt you, and besides, now that Irene is in Women's prison, aren't you going to let her go?" Rebecca and Sylvia got angry at the stime.

It was held down by Lyra to keep from freaking out on the spot.

Lyra laughed lightly, "Originally, I had no intention of bothering with her after sending her to prison. Now that | hear you say that, | think she still seems to live a easy life." Garrett was amazed, "Lyra, | never thought that you could be so mean-spirited. She's just a girl who doesn't know anything. She already got what she deserved.” Lyra took a sip of juice. Her beautiful eyes were indifferent, and she did not answer the question.

Sylvia was the first to take offense: "Why don't you say your sister is vicious? She's an adult and still says she doesn't know anything. She's a brainless baby spoiled by the Frazier family!" "Exactly!" Rebecca followed with exasperation, "What you did at Irene's birthday party stago, you know clearly in your own heart. How Lyra treated Irene, is not too much!" Garrett was desperate.

It was a hell of a tat home, and there was no money left to even please the warden and visit a prison.

Jane, the mother, cried every day, chanting that her daughter had suffered. And the father, who was old, pulled down his face to find a job, but because Malcolm pressured from above, no company dared to accept him.

The family was crammed into a small house of a few square meters and struggled to get by.

No matter how serious Irene's sins were before, this should be enough to pay them off, right? He held the tray in both hands, clenching it tightly and holding back before lowering his posture and pleading with Lyra.

"Lyra, if you still look at us for the sake of being friends for many years, please let Irene go, bail her out, and we'll take her to the countryside. | promise | won't bother you." Lyra's face was expressionless, "Since we are friends, I'll just pretend | didn't see you today, so you can continue to work here in peace. Irene's matter is what she deserves. | Lyra Lloyd is not sanctimonious. | can't help." Sylvia immediately shooed him away: "Hear her clearly? Get out and tell your manager to get a new waiter." Garrett bowed his head, hid the resentment in his eyes, and exited the private room.

He walked down the aisle of the restaurant at a heavy pace as if he were a walking corpse.

Mila, the waiter who was temporarily replaced to take charge of this private room, taunted carefully in dissatisfaction as she passed by him.

"You're really a rich man from a luxurious family. You can't do any work well, and offend the guests again. Well, | have to work for you." Garrett heard it loud and clear and stared back at him.

Mila was even more upset, "What are you looking at!? I'm not wrong ..." Garrett was depressed as the tirade grew smaller.

For days, being suppressed by Malcolm, being insulted and mocked and looked down upon by everyone, he was feeling more and more biased.

Irene's words before she went to prison echoed in his ears.

She said, "Garrett! | don't want to spend the rest of my life in jail. When I go in, they will definitely targetand bully me. I will be worse than dead!" "The Frazier family is like this because of Lyra Lloyd and Malcolm. You must helpkill them! Otherwise I'll never recognize you as my brother in my life! Mom and dad won't be happy and joyful either!" And two days ago, the film queen Ethel also cto him ...

When he thought of something, he walked towards the kitchen and stole a packet of rat poison from the store room and stuffed it into his pocket when the others weren't looking.

He stopped the waiter named Mila while he was about to send juice to the private room.

Garrett smiled, "Letsend it. | just upset a few beautiful customers in the private room. | feel sorry for myself and want to go to make amends." "Go apologize? Con, you'll screw up again later and I'll have to clean up the mess." Garrett grabbed the juice tray in his hand and didn't let go, "I do feel bad for even bothering you to helpgreet the guests in the private room without pay. My pay today is all counted to you as compensation.” Mila was happy, "You know what you're doing. There you are." Garrett took the tray and before entering the private room, he looked left and right and apprehensively took out the rat poison.

It was the first tfor him to do such a harmful thing, so his hands were shaking.

But once he thought of Ethel's promise, he gathered his courage, turned his back to the camera while no one was around, ripped open the bag, and watched quietly as the white powder dipped into the juice and disappeared.

However, in just a few seconds, before he had tto pour the entire powder, his wrist was clutched by someone.

He looked up in a panic and saw it was Chad.

Chad asked in a deep voice, "What did you put in there?" A few meters away, Malcolm grimaced, with in murderous intent. And he caggressively this way.

Garrett panicked and the fear of Malcolm was written all over his face.

Recently, he saw Malcolm once, and he must be beaten up by him! In his haste, he poured the juice from the tray into Chad's face.

Chad's face was stained with juice While he was distracted, Garrett broke free with all his might and ran.

Malcolm did not panic, "Go after him. He is a frail man. He can't run away from your hands. | have a new and old things to deal with him." "Don't worry, boss!" Chad ran after him.

In the private room, several young girls were eating happily and chatting.

The door was suddenly pushed open and Sylvia, who was closest to the door, thought it was a waiter and didn't even raise her head, "Finally, here you are. Please helpgrill this beef for me!" The man behind her didn't move, and he said with the cold voice, "Forget about the beef. I'm here to find my fiancee!" Hearing the voice, several people turned around at the stime.

Sylvia was too scared to say anything.

Lyra was a little surprised, "What are you doing here? Did you smell the barbecue and want to cover for dinner?" Malcolm was all upset and his tone was jealous, "You're full. Why don't you care if I'm hungry?" He was so angry that he didn't see her after work, and he waited for her to cback.

With a full of anger, he went forward without saying anything, and directly picked up her dominantly, put his arms around her, and turned his head away.

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