After divorce I am a billionaire

On the way to Arzew Palace, Anthony had everything set up.

In the room, there was a noble chaise lounge draped in a white fur blanket. And there were exquisite pastries, fruit, snacks, honey and tea on a coffee table.

Next to it were three rows of hangers, all hanging with various styles of exquisite dresses. And there were two rows of high heels on the plush carpet.

The stylists and makeup artists had been waiting for a long time.

When they saw Anthony enter with Lyra, the two saluted them with standard courtly etiquette.

Lyra wasn't too happy, "I'm not used to changing clothes and doing makeup by others." Anthony immediately waved his hand at the two men, "You can leave.” "Lyra, this is European Swye's special pastry. It's very delicious. | had it made and delivered here. Do you want to try it?" He walked over to the coffee table, attentively carried the pastry plate and handed it to Lyra.

Lyra glanced at it. Not knowing what was going on, not only did she not have an appetite, but she was also a bit sick to her stomach.

"I don't really feel like eating sweets." She walked over to the rows of dresses and began to pick.

Anthony immediately put down the pastry and cover to help her carefully.

He took a high-couture aqua blue gown with silver silk , "How about this one? Blue is gentle and pleasant. It has the silk long sleeves. And this white shawl with fur collar. It won't make you feel cold.” The most crucial thing was that this dress matched his blue suit, like the couple style.

He had never worn couple's style clothes with Lyra.

His pair of eyes shone with anticipation and interest.

Seeing that Lyra didn't take it, his hand moved closer to Lyra, "Lyra, do as you're told and change into this one.” Lyra did not say anything. She was sharp-eyed. The dress picked by Anthony had the scolor with his suit.

She wouldn't even consider it. So she turned her head and picked a dark red velvet dress from another row of hangers, "No, | like this one better. I'll go next door to change it." Anthony instantly turned sullen. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her back with one hand, emphasizing, "I said, change this one!" "Let go!" Lyra was annoyed, "Anthony, you know me. Your controlling nature doesn't work in front of me!" The toughness in his eyes softened instantly, and his tone also softened a little bit.

"Lyra, you don't even know how happy | am that you cto European Swye. It's like | cto travel with you for honey moon.

I'm trying to satisfy you and obey you in whatever you say in these days." "I don't need to force you with any conditions this time. Can you put up with it and change into this gown | chose?" Lyra's face was cold as she locked at him, "But, | don't like it!" Her simple but detached words was like a stab at his sensitivity.

"You don't like this dress or you don't me? If it is Malcolm who is standing here today and it is Malcolm who was holding this dress, will you still reject it like this?" He was furious. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his fierce emotion was revealed.

Clutching Lyra's hand very hard, he threw her hard into the chaise lounge, and then pressed her under his body.

"Don't move! If you cany closer, I'll kill you!" Lyra, at the moment when he tried to get closer, decisively took out a silver needle on the ring and pressed it hard against his Adam's apple.

Anthony laughed out loud that his tears cout of his eyes.

He braced his hands on the top of the chaise lounge. Because of this silver needle, there was always a little distance between him and Lyra, making him unable to cross over.

"If I were Malcolm, will you have the heart to hurt him?" His tone was sad, and his laughter grew eerie.

"If I have to, do you really dare to kill me? If | die today, you won't get out of this palace. Malcolm will die as well. And the three of us will die together. Do you dare?" Lyra didn't say anything.

Indeed, it was impossible for her to kill him until she managed to get the super virus serum.

But in fact, Anthony just didn't know her past with Malcolm so it was the reason why he said so.

She and Malcolm had once fought with each other and risked their lives. And even this silver needle once stained with Malcolm's blood.

But what was different was that she had always loved Malcolm and had loved him for six whole years.

But she never loved Anthony.

"You are not like him. Your love is too selfish and monstrous since the beginning!" "Your perverted controlling and possessive nature crushesbeyond breath!" "For what I don't want, you forceto accept it! And for what | want, you forcewith conditions! You try to makegrateful to you by harmingand then saving me. Your love is all about scheming." "And Malcolm, if he wants to win my attention, he does sad-fishing, plays weak and shows weakness at most. He will never hurt me!" "You should know clearly in your heart that we are exchanged at equal values from the beginning. Even if | do marry you, my heart can't be in you. I will never, ever love you!" Anthony froze on the spot.

The pair of blue eyes had a little loss of light.

For everything she said, he was indeed scheming in every step, with improper thoughts to possess her. Therefore, he simply can not find words to refute.

Lyra took advantage of his daze and pushed him away, getting up to leave, "I don't think I'm up to seeing Princess Cayley today.

Let's make a rain check." "No! Lyra!" Anthony tried to grab her wrist again and retain her.

Lyra was on guard this time, and before he could touch her hand, she quickly turned back and slapped him hard in the face.

"Anthony, it's true that | won't kill you, but | can beat you up!" She was at full strength when slapping him, which was extremely hard.

Anthony was slapped so hard that his face was tilted to the side and the corner of his mouth was broken with a little blood.

His skin was already quite fair, so the bruises on his face were obvious.

Lyra looked askance at him and sneered, and her tone was cool, "Sorry for the hard slap. How can you go see Princess Cayley with a wound on your face? So, make a rain check.” After she finished her words, she didn't want to stay a second longer and left without looking back.

Anthony looked at her back and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand. He was smiling miserably and self- deprecatingly. His long eyelashes drooped, hiding the unknown emotions under his eyes.

Lyra heard his laugh and walked faster unconsciously.

Just after walking out of Arzew Palace, she saw Chad and Mason approaching.

Seeing that Lyra was out alone, Mason asked, "Miss Lloyd, where is my master?" Lyra and Chad looked at each other quietly before answering Mason, "He's inside. | don't think we'll see Princess Cayley today, so please have someone take us back to our apartment.” "Huh?" Mason was surprised, "Why are you suddenly not going? Did the master agree?" "Go in and ask him yourself." While Mason was inside, Chad quietly approached Lyra and whispered, "Duke Gary will be here later. Miss, you can't leave yet." Duke Gary? Chad saw that she was confused, and continued, "Harrod Gary , Princess Cayley's husband." Since he was Princess Cayley's husband, she must find a chance to meet this Duke Gary today.

If she missed it today, she may not be so lucky to meet Duke Gary next time.

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