After divorce I am a billionaire

In particular, Melissa said that Caitlin had red marks on her wrists.

But Shane was in charge and Caitlin's son. How could he abuse his mother? This was something problematic.

Lyra had the porridge while asking him, "Shane is the deputy director of the National Investigation Bureau, right? What do you know about him?" Malcolm's hand, which was feeding her the porridge, paused, and his face looked cold, hiding displeasure.

"Why are you asking about him all of a sudden? Last night at the party, you were fascinated with his look?" He sounded jealous.

He remembered that Anthony and Shane looked particularly similar, but the color of their eyes was different and the aura was different as well.

Lyra was speechless.

She flicked him on the forehead, "What are you thinking about!? You are even jealous about that? Are you missing the ruler?" He did not answer. With his sulky face, apparently he was not tamed yet.

Lyra sighed and explained to him in a serious manner, "lI am worried about Melissa, so | am asking you about him. | already have kids with you. How can | fall in love with other men?" That sounded much more comfortable, and Malcolm knew what to do.

"Shane is sophisticated and cunning. He's scheming and adept at overtly agreeing but covertly opposing. | have known him for so many years. | know he values interests most. He's realistic and rational and doesn't care about kinship and love." Lyra got it, "So, in that case, is it possible for him to hurt Caitlin if she has an impact on his interests?" "This ..." Malcolm looked down and pondered for a moment, "It is not easy to judge that. After all, she's his mother. He should not be abusive to her." The more he said, the more Lyra worried about Melissa, "I hope Melissa can get through the return party peacefully, and from then on become a true daughter of a wealthy family. Then she can get engaged with Keith early and get married.” Malcolm put down the bowl of porridge, wrapped his arms around her waist, and rested his head on her stomach.

"Instead of worrying about her getting married, why don't you think about when our wedding is going to be?" "Er..." Lyra pondered slightly, "Our babies are just a month old now, too small. It's not too late to have a wedding when they're older.” When it came to their babies, Malcolm couldn't say anything more lest Lyra would think he didn't care about them again.

He rubbed her belly with abandon and continued to persuade, "It's okay to postpone the wedding, but why don't we take a honeymoon trip abroad first?" "No, our babies are still so young. If we travel, it will take many days. Sophia will need to take care of two babies at the same time. It's so overwhelmed. Just wait until they become teenagers and have the ability to take care of themselves before considering it." If they wanted to travel, they actually had to wait so long! It was too miserable! He felt suffocated but couldn't question it. Lyra's ruler was in the nightstand drawer and the wash board was in the closet.

Those two hateful things invariably oppressed him.

Lyra stroked along his short hair while her thoughts went out of her mind.

She suddenly remembered Melissa's request last night and hurriedly called Keith, telling him word for word what Melissa had asked her to pass on.

"...Keith, that's basically what happened. Melissa thinks the Callahan family's secret is not simple, but her phone was confiscated. She has to ask me to pass it on to you." On the other end of the line, Keith spoke with his bass voice after a long interval.

"Okay, Rar,a | get it. I'll check this out properly later." "Keith, when are you planning to go to the Callahan family to propose the engagement? I'll arrange my schedule in advance and go with you then." Keith thought about it, "The day after the return party." "Great." The days of waiting for the return party to arrive were exceptionally peaceful.

Lyra was usually at Lyre Spiti and the Lloyd Group.

Two days before the return party, Angle Group recruited a new group of experienced trainees, and she heard that they all look pretty good, so Lyra planed to go and check out herself.

Malcolm must not know about this. Otherwise, he might carry her home that day.

She left Malcolm at Lyre Spiti to take care of the babies with Sophia and attend to business remotely.

Then she drove to Angle Tower.

Twenty-four handsome trainees stood in three rows in a regular manner.

They were all young and good-looking men, which was pleasing to the eyes.

After searching around all the trainees, Lyra finally focused on a teenager in the last row.

His dark and brown pupils made his eyes extremely delicate eyes. He had a high nose, and the proportion of his features was very perfect. With just a glance, his appearance could not be ignored.

His parents could give him such a stunning face. Gold will glitter forever Lyra asked, "What's your name?" The teenager curled his lips and smiled, "Hello, Miss Lyra, my name is Luke Phillips." "Can you dance?" The teenager turned his head to see her eyes. His handsome face looked very sunny and righteous, "I have seven years of practicing dance. If you have time, | would like to show a dance.” "OK, I'll take a look." Lyra turned around and Kellie immediately brought her a chair. She sat right in front of the open space while the other trainees lined up on either side to make room for the teenager's solo show.

With nice and pleasant music, the teenager immediately got into the state. His action was powerful. When the music slowed down, his power and emotion were well controlled.

Everyone who was in the dance studio seriously enjoyed themselves.

The first half was not a big deal, and the second half of the tune gradually became a few seductive.

The teenager suddenly changed the dance style. With an extremely powerful crotch grab, he gripped his white shirt, and his eyes looked lost in lust.

It was a sexy dance.

Lyra's long eyelashes kept trembling. She did not expect him to dance more and more lustful. It could not continue ...

She was about to take the initiative to call a halt when the door to the dance studio suddenly opened.

A man's dark eyes, which hid the fury, broke into her line of sight.

"Turn off the music.” He ordered the staff with his grim and unpleasant voice.

The music stopped, and the teenager's dance stopped as well, standing in order.

The others trainees saw the man enter and shouted in unison, "Good morning, Mr. Malcolm." Malcolm walked straight to Lyra as if he hadn't heard that, staring at her with hidden bitterness.

Lyra smiled awkwardly, "What brings you here all of a sudden?" His look was like to catch her red-handed.

The dance just now really could make people think a lot.

With a guilty conscience, Lyra smiled with brows arched.

Malcolm's eyes looked shady, "What do you think of his dancing?" Hmm...

Lyra glanced at Luke, the teenager who had just danced and was staring at her with expectancy.

"To be fair, it's not bad." As she said so, the atmosphere of whole dance studio went cold. Malcolm was jealous, bent down and carried her on his shoulders.

"Go home." The people in the dance studio looked at the couple showing their love in surprise, and a few shouts of surprise were faintly heard.

Lyra blushed, didn't struggle, and just told Kellie, "Let everyone show a personal show and record a video for screening." "Yes, Miss Lyra." Malcolm walked on without looking back, not even putting her down when he stepped into the elevator.

Lyra was carried by him. This position was a bit uncomfortable. She patted his strong waist, "Honey, put me down." Malcolm ignored it.

She hissed softly, and her tone sounded slightly pained, "This position is very uncomfortable. My stomach is painful. I'm still in period. My tummy still hurts." Malcolm immediately bent down and put her firmly on the ground, then put his arm through the crooks of her knees and picked her up again.

She was still on top of him, just in a different position, as if she was exclusive to him who was swearing his sovereignty.

"You're angry?" She lifted his jaw with both hands and spoke in a delicate tone.

Malcolm: "Hmm", he was sullen, "He's good looking?" Lyra seriously answered, "Yes, in the entertainment industry, he definitely will be a popular star in the future with his appearance.

He's talented and he can do a excellent job in the industry.” She was talking seriously about work, and the only thing Malcolm cared was that young man was good-looking.

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