After divorce I am a billionaire

The meeting room was silent, and everyone became mute, meekly lowering their heads to listen to her.

"This time, | have discussed with Malcolm. He'll inform the subsidiary to stop the project immediately. As for our side, CloudSail Project needs to be slightly altered. When the heat has gone, then re-launch it into the market." Lyra commanded and immediately said in an overbearing manner, "Dismiss!" Then she turned her head and left.

When she left the conference room, she was still trembling a little, and even stumbled.

In fact, within half an hour, she could not check out the whole thing. The employee called Rosie Bell was what she just temporarily used as a scapegoat, because she must quickly reassure them, end everyone's discussion of the matter and propose a solution. Then she could privately investigate the real culprit and deal with it quietly.

Perhaps because her anger was too powerful, all the directors just now did not completely figure it out and were sharply scolded by her to be confused.

She was supported by Audrina and quickly went back to the president's office.

Malcolm had already peeled her orange and delicately plated it, waiting to soothe her little heart.

As soon as she came in, Malcolm immediately got up and walked over to her. He carried her to the couch, and personally fed orange to sweeten her nervous and anxious heart.

After eating two oranges, he asked, "Are you feeling better?" Lyra felt it carefully, "Well, it's much better." Thinking about this unexpected incident, she quickly became serious and continued.

"For this matter, we must quickly uncover the mastermind behind the curtain. Otherwise, they'll make a chance and make troubles again.” "OK." Malcolm's expression turned grim as well, "I'll give priority to this matter before the end of the day, and give you an account before the evening." Lyra raised her eyebrows gently, not stopping to tease him a little, "So what if you can't give an account at night?" "I'll take full responsibility for the Lloyd Group's financial losses, and I'm at your disposal.” Lyra laughed, caressed his face with her palm and taunted, "As if you aren't at my disposal at all times without this." Malcolm had no idea what to reply in a moment.

"However, you have a military order. Indeed it will be a little more proactive to deal with it!" "You're right." Malcolm coaxed lightly with a smile.

After a short chat, the two quickly got back to their works.

In the last five minutes before the end of the day, Malcolm got up and let out a long breath.

"Rara,| have checked it out." He brought a laptop to Lyra’s table and showed her the evidence.

At the Lloyd Group, it was Robert who leaked the information.

Because he was publicly punished by Lyra the other day, he was upset and sold the project to Travis because he was involved in the CloudSail Project.

Travis was not young but had little achievement. Ryan begged the old Mr. White for a long time to let his son to work at the Corp.

Therefore, the old Mr. White personally asked Malcolm to let Travis into the Crop for experience and toughening.

Malcolm didn't feel comfortable getting him to White Corp, so he arranged for him to go to a subsidiary.

He didn't expect that when Travis worked at the subsidiary, he was still restless.

Travis wanted to take the opportunity to make Malcolm and Lyra break out in a crisis of confidence and spoil the wedding between the Lloyd family and the White family, while Robert would want to take the opportunity to get Lyra out of office.

The two hit it off and got into it together.

After listening carefully to Malcolm's statement, Lyra's face looked solemn.

"Robert, this old man frames me up and steals the group’ secrets. He almost causes us hundreds of millions of losses. | want him to bear all the consequences!" Malcolm nodded his head in a very submissive manner.

Lyra saw that he didn't say anything and asked, "What about Travis? What are you going to do about it?" He smiled and asked, "What do you think?" "It's the White family's business. I'm not interfering in it." Malcolm picked her up, let her sit on his lap, and said in a serious manner, "It's just an opinion. Not an intervention in my family." Ifso...

Lyra smiled and said cruelly, "I think he misses the whip and wants to have his back beaten by your family's whip!" "Besides, | heard Ryan was sent by you to a small company in a county to serve as an idle position. The father has been there so how can the son be left behind?" Malcolm took his fingertips and nudged the bridge of her nose, staring at her with great admiration.

"You and | are thinking the exact same thing. Is this a spiritual connection between husband and wife?" "Stop it. I'm tired of hearing that." Lyra compressed her mouth, feigning disgust.

"You're already tired?" Malcolm tightened his grip on her with displeasure and looked possessively at her belly, "You've got my babies in your belly.

Even if you're tired of it, you can't escape!" She laughed and pointed to her belly, "Your two little babies are hungry and want to go home and eat what you've cooked." Malcolm immediately picked her up and corrected her, "It's three little babies!" The next day, Robert was ousted from his seat on the board, and Lyra wrote on his file that he had a history of falsely accusing the leader and stealing documents, and was facing a large settlement.

But in the future, she was afraid no major company would want an employee like him.

He had lived his good life for decades, and when he got old, he had to start suffering.

The other directors learned the truth about the incident afterward, which had been perfectly quelled by Lyra, and no one could say anything.

The wedding day was close at hand. Lyra was excited and curious at the same time.

"Mel, what exactly have you prepared for this wedding?" Malcolm was peeling an apple for her and smiled mysteriously, "It's been prepared for most of the month. You'll love it." She came close to his face and smooched, "The day after tomorrow is the wedding. Can't you reveal it in advance?" Malcolm was determined, "There will be no expectation.” OK.

Lyra didn't insist, and quietly waited for him to finish peeling the apple and feed it to her.

However, when Malcolm was peeling, Eleven suddenly came to the door, knocked on it with great urgency, and his tone sounded sobbing.

"Miss! Miss! Come back to the Lloyd Manor with me. Your father is ... he's dying!" "Hiss ..." As soon as Eleven finished his words, Malcolm's hand which was peeling the apple shook violently, and the blade accidentally cut the skin of his finger, gushing out bright red blood.

Malcolm immediately hid his hand.

Lyra's attention was focused on Eleven's words, and she got up to open the door, sounding incredulous, "What do you mean?" Eleven whimpered, "Last night, the heart rate monitor suddenly showed abnormal. The doctor said it was estimated not much time left. For the details, we have to wait for Mr. Micah. Mr. Keith has also been rushed back to Suham on the way. Please quickly go back with me! Lyra was still frozen in place. Her whole body was still in a state of shock.

Malcolm took a wet tissue to wipe the blood on his hand, quietly it wrapped in paper towels at random and shrunk it into the sleeve. Then he got up and walked towards Lyra, taking her hand with his uninjured right hand.

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