After divorce I am a billionaire

"Yes, | understand. Don't worry, bro." The two went back to the White Mansion together and then split up in the winding alley.

Chad went back to his villa, where Keira was probably cooking dinner and waiting for him to chome.

Malcolm went back to Lyre Spiti. He had made it a habit to make a meal for Lyra to enjoy together before she chome.

Lyra was busy with the Lloyd's Corp and was helping Keith with Melissa's treatment.

Knowing exactly what Melissa had been attacked with, the doctor in the lab would be better able to prescribe the right medicine for her, but after all, it was a neurological disease and the treatment period was longer.

After half an hour or so, Lyra chome.

Malcolm finished cooking just in tand put the last dish on the table.

The two finished their dinner in harmony and sweetness.

Before going to bed, Malcolm went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Lyra saw that his shirt which was casually thrown in the corner of the bed, and went over to help him pack it up, intending to help him put it in the dirty clothes basket.

But.

The moment the shirt was picked up, she could smell a hint of an unusual smell on the clothes.

It was the smell of smoke.

She had never smoked and had ordered Malcolm not to smoke for the health of the babies, so she was very sensitive to the smell.

Malcolm went behind her back today and smoked? The sound of the water in the bathroom stopped and Malcolm cout with a white towel tied around his waist and his fine and good-looking arms raised as he dried the water droplets on his hair.

In the bedroom, the atmosphere was extremely grim.

He turned around and saw Lyra who was sitting on the edge of the bed with a sullen look, holding the shirt he had just taken off.

She looked like she was in a bad mood and holding her anger.

"Babe?" He called her uncertainly.

With two slender fingers, Lyra picked up his shirt and questioned in a deep voice, "Explain?" Malcolm didn't understand, "What?" "Still pretending? Lying?" She turned around and went for the ruler on the bedside table.

She had not used it for a long time, put the ruler on her hand, but still felt a little heavy.

Malcolm breathed a sigh of relief. She took out the ruler so where did he go wrong? Without thinking deeply, he threw the towel that had finished wiping his hair onto the table, took a big step over, untied the bath towel that was tied too tightly, and sat naked on his knees on the bed.

The cold air cover, and he felt a little ashamed. Then he took the towel to cover his body and looked honest.

"Honey, I've been very disciplined all day today. | really didn't do anything wrong, much less lie. Take it easy. Don't wrong me." Lyra sat on the bed as well, sitting cross-legged in front of him, nudging his arm and signaling him to reach out.

"My sense of smell is normal, no problem. | don't wrong you. If you can't remember, then let the pain awaken your memory." Malcolm mulled frantically over the meaning of her words and slowly reached out.

Lyra's eyes were intense with anger, and her right hand swung the ruler high.

Without waiting to smash down, Malcolm quickly retracted his hand, "I remembered. Do you think | smell like smoke?" Lyra smiled in cold sarcasm, "It seems that your brain is still good. At least in front of the family instruction, you're fearful." Malcolm frowned, feeling a little aggrieved, "Babe, at today's investigation, | felt it bored, habitually lit a cigarette, but | really did not smoke. | handed it to Chad, let him run to the corner to smoke. Probably because we are in a sroom, so the shirt is stained with the smell of Chad's cigarette.” "Honey, believe me. It's really not a lie." Lyra's face still looked stern and she noticed the caught the loopholes in his words keenly.

"So the cigarette was lit voluntarily by you, and was handed to Chad at the last minute when your conscience got the better of you and you were afraid | would find out, right?" Why was her logical thinking so strange? He furrowed his eyebrows tightly, and felt more aggrieved. Then, he felt wronged and reached out both hands.

"Yes, if you think I'm wrong, then punishseverely. Preferably my hands will be broken that | can't even hold a pen or knife and fork, so that tomorrow the whole National Investigation Bureau will know that I'm being punished." Lyra raised her eyebrows slightly and used the end of ruler to raise his jaw, "It seems you don't know the error of your ways. You even dare to threaten me?" When she found out the truth, she only wanted to tease him, not to really punish him, but who knew that he was in high spirits.

Malcolm restrained himself from feeling depressed, "I dare not. If you say I'm wrong, then I'm really wrong." She stifled a laugh as her gaze moved from his handsface to his towel-covered body.

With a evil thought, she picked up his bath towel with the ruler and decisively got rid of it.

"Why cover it? Haven't | seen your whole body?" Malcolm lowered his eyes, and his face blushed slightly.

Just after the shower, his whole body was naked. By her unrestrained stare, he felt a little embarrassed while she wore pajamas.

Usually, he wanted to have sex with her every day. However, Lyra could see that he was a little shy now, which was very rare, and her gaze was with a teasing meaning.

She raised her hand and waved the ruler.

There was a soft sound of snap.

Malcolm's thighs were printed with marks which were lightly pink.

She took the ruler and poked the marks on his thing, smiled and asked teasingly, "What does it feel like? Does it feel good?" From her expression and words, she didn't look like she was angry.

Malcolm was very sensible, "I naturally like what you give me." Lyra pursed her lips and tossed the ruler back on the nightstand.

Seeing that she dropped the ruler, Malcolm was about to withdraw his hands. Lyra reacted extremely quickly, twisted the shirt he took off into a knot, bound his wrists and pounced.

She pinned him under her body. Her eyes were cunningly flashing slightly, like looking at disobedient prey.

One of her hands pressed his hands over his head and the other pinched his jaw.

"Violating the rules and being so ill-behaved, you should be punished.” Malcolm nodded submissively, "I accept it." Lyra laughed lightly and continued, "Since you have realized your errors and mended your ways in time, tonight you will be punished with the hardest one!" Malcolm sighed silently and lowered his eyes in resignation, "l accept.” She stifled a laugh, "Okay, as you'll be obedient, I'm going to use force tonight." "l want it, on top." The next day.

Malcolm woke up refreshed and in a good state.

He looked at Lyra, who was still tired and asleep next to him. His eyes looked gentle and he carefully bent down and placed a kiss on her forehead.

Kissing the little sweetheart who was in his arms, he quickly got out of bed, washed, changed and left Lyre Spiti.

Chad struggled to keep up with him and arrived at the White family's garage.

After getting into the car, Malcolm's dark eyes returned to their usual deep and cold state.

"Go to Callahan Residence.” More than half an hour later, the limousine arrived at the entrance of Callahan Residence.

Malcolm was not in uniform and was in casual clothes for the check.

A group of Ted's soldiers, who were well-trained and as orderly as possible, stood by the door and had been waiting for a long time.

Malcolm went in without looking sideways and ordered, "Search all the rooms of the Callahan Residence. Don't leave a single corner, especially the top floor, Shane Callahan and Anthony Callahan's room." "Yes." A group of people immediately trotted into the Callahan Residence and began searching in earnest.

Chad felt it unsure and followed up to the top floor to check it out.

Tom, the butler, under Chad's orders, gathered all the servants and bodyguards at the garden to ensure that the search would not be disturbed.

After a tense search of more than ten minutes, Chad was the first to return.

He walked to Malcolm with a solemn look and whispered to him, "Bro, we can't even find a piece of suspicious chains and shackles at the penthouse. Shane has obviously cleaned up beforehand, and I'm afraid today we'll return without accomplishing anything again, not much progress."