After divorce I am a billionaire

Late at night, only the Callahan Residence was busy.

Tom, the butler, helped to get the emergency doctor.

Anthony was covered in blood and looked badly injured, but after all, it was a cane hit, which only hurt the flesh, not the bones or the insides.

The doctor cleaned all the blood with saline in an orderly manner, then applied medicine, bandaged serious wounds, and stuffed anti-inflammatory tablets into the half-conscious man's mouth.

Despite his lack of consciousness, he never opened his mouth to say anything detrimental to his situation.

After administering the medicine, the doctor left.

Rebecca just sat on his bed crying and whispering, "Anthony, you just got back. Why did you do such a thing? Are you really giving up your life for Lyra?" She didn't know exactly what was going on, but for the situation on the top floor, which Lyra had told her about before, she probably guessed why Anthony had stolen Tom's key.

Anthony was so sore that he lay motionlessly on the bed. His weak and half-squinted eyes looked sideways at the curtains. He always had his lips tightly pursed, not saying a word.

He did risk doing it for Lyra.

But, not exactly for her, he had selfish motives.

He went back this time and he had new things he wanted to get.

Rebecca looked at him who was in a trance, and whimpered as she continued to cry.

So much had happened lately, and Shane had been so gloomy and unpredictable that she'd been crying more than she had in years.

"Rebecca, you can go back and rest. I'm fine." Anthony's face was pale and his eyes closed in exhaustion.

"Well then, Anthony, go to bed early. As for Shane, I'll find a way to intercede for you." With these words with concern, Rebecca left his bedroom and turned back to watch him again.

His body ached and exhausted. Anthony fell asleep in a daze.

A few hours later, just after dawn, he was woken up by a bodyguard.

"Mr. Anthony, it's time for you to get up. Mr. Shane asks you to come to the garden.” Anthony had a splitting headache and opened his eyes drowsily. He was too weak to get up.

He smiled in sarcasm.

In last night's hurdle, he kind of survived.

And today a new torture had just begun.

Two bodyguards saw that he was obviously awake but had no intention of getting up, so they went straight up, one left and one right, and carried him up, and helped him who was still in his pajamas downstairs.

There were injuries on his back. Every step was dragging the wounds, which was very tormented.

Solely because his room was on the second floor, he quickly went downstairs.

The bodyguards took him all the way to the cobblestone-path in the garden and pressed Anthony who was powerless straight to his knees.

The uneven small pebbles knocked against his knees, which caused dull pain.

Anthony unconsciously bent over and fell toward the ground, but was forcibly held upright by the bodyguards.

Bodyguard: "Mr. Anthony, Mr. Shane said that as long as you admit your mistake and explain where the stolen items were hidden, you will be able to get up immediately.” "I didn't take it." He clenched his fists and, with a desperate effort to catch his breath, straightened up and knelt straight under the supervision of two bodyguards.

* Two hours later, Rebecca was up and the first thing she did after changing was to go to Anthony's room and check on him.

However, the door to Anthony's room was open and empty, and there was no one on the bed.

She caught a servant passing by in the aisle and asked in a panic, "Where's Anthony? Where did he go?" "Mr. Anthony seems to be in the garden.” Rebecca immediately ran wildly downstairs. Just out of the villa, she saw Anthony in the garden. His face was pale, and he was kneeling and shaking.

Her eyes were instantly red and she turned to go to Shane to plead for mercy, but was stopped by Tom, the butler.

"Miss Rebecca, it's useless for you to look for Mr. Shane. Losing the key and the potent of the penthouse is not a trivial matter.

Mr. Shane will not let go until the thief is caught.” Rebecca looked over at Anthony in the garden, and was distraught and at a loss for words, "What am | supposed to do? What the hell is Shane going to do before he lets Anthony go?" Tom sighed, "Mr. Shane said that as long as he does not tell it, he will kneel in the garden until dark, not allowed to eat or drink. If he does not at night, he will continue to be beaten at the hall.” Rebecca looked over at Tom in shock, and was stunned by the extent of Shane's ruthlessness.

"Whether it's done by Anthony in the end, it's yet not determined. How can be so cruel!? Anthony was hurt so badly last night.

How can he survive the torments to come!?" Tom lowered his head. He couldn't bear that as well, and sighed again, "Miss Rebecca, if it's really Mr. Anthony, you should persuade him to tell the truth as soon as possible, and stop trying to go against Mr. Shane." With his words, Tom turned to leave.

Rebecca stared at Anthony who was in the garden, was torn and heartbroken for a moment.

Obviously, Anthony almost couldn't carry on, and fainted on the ground. The bodyguard next to him immediately scooped a scoop of cold water from the bucket and splashed it into his face.

The moment he woke up, he was again set up by two bodyguards and forced to maintain his position on his knees.

Oh my God! Rebecca's favourable impression on Shane collapsed.

Shane was a veteran but had various means of torture. That was too terrible ...

But she knew that Anthony was too stubborn to talk.

Struggling for a moment, she turned around, went back to her room, and quietly sent a text message to Lyra.

* At that time, Lyra was still resting.

At dawn, Malcolm, who was sober, was as excited as having a functional drink and had sex with her.

After a few hours, Malcolm went to take a shower.

The sound of the water in the bathroom stopped, and Lyra was so deep in sleep that she didn't hear the message beep on her phone which was placed on the bedside.

It was Malcolm, who came out of the shower, who heard it.

With a white bath towel tied around his waist, his upper body was bared. He wiped his short and wet hair with a towel while walking to the bedside table to help the sleeping Lyra check her messages.

He thought it was work-related, but to his surprise, it was something that made him immediately serious.

Rebecca: [Lyra, did Anthony help you steal something from the penthouse? Shane already knew about it and beat him last night and tortured him from last night to now. | beg you to save him and give it back].

Anthony was exposed? Malcolm's dark eyes grew heavy, and he looked again at Lyra who was on the bed.

His petite wife was tired and sleeping soundly.

He turned off the message interface, turned on always on display and put it back on the bed. Then he quickly changed his clothes and gingerly went out the door.

After getting out of Lyre Spiti, he called Chad.

"You have five minutes to get dressed and come out from the villa. | will wait for you in the garage. Call the soldiers under your team in advance and wait five hundred meters away from Callahan Residence." Chad had always been swift when it came to business.

After five-minute mark, he appeared at the garage on time.

The two first went to the National Investigation Bureau.

Malcolm and Chad both changed into a dignified and solemn military uniform, and entered a detention investigation order at the information base.

Once they were ready, the two quickly made their way to the Callahan Residence.

Half an hour later, they gathered with a group of soldiers waiting five hundreds meters away.

When they arrived at the door of Callahan Residence, the bodyguards were confused. Malcolm came to arrest someone in person in his military uniform.

"Mr. Malcolm, please wait a moment. Allow me to inform to Mr. Shane first." Malcolm scowled coldly, "No need to inform. National Investigation Bureau is investigating the case. Any gatekeeper must cooperate with us in the first instance. He has no qualification to block it. Get out of the way." NES oe” Malcolm entered the Callahan Residence with his hands in his military trouser pockets, which was imposing and unblinking.

Just as he entered the garden, he saw the frail figure of Anthony struggling to hold on to the cobblestone path not far away.

Because he had fainted for several times, Anthony's body was soaked through. He had not yet had time to heal the wounds but they were bleeding again, which stained the clothes with bright red color.

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