After divorce I am a billionaire

"Hello, madam." All the male and female police officers who passed by Malcolm and Lyra saluted respectfully.

There was envy in their eyes.

Lyra responded with a generous smile, leaving a gentle and kind impression on everyone.

But Lyra, while acting calm, was actually a little weird about Malcolm's choice.

Originally, she thought it was takeout and went to Malcolm's office to eat alone.

But Malcolm dragged her to the cafeteria, showing their affection generously.

Lyra originally refused to appear in such a high-profile canteen of the bureau, but Malcolm's attitude was very firm. Although she couldn't understand what he wanted to do, she chose to let him do so.

Malcolm took the plate and ordered two meals.

Halfway through, he called Levi, who was holding a plate, and said something close to Levi's ear before returning to the opposite table where Lyra was already sitting.

His expression was calm, but he was observing the police officers who were having lunch from tto time.

The meal in the cafeteria had a light taste, which was completely incomparable to the craftsmanship of Malcolm's own cooking.

But Lyra can accompany him to eat, and she won't go back to the villa to eat alone. She thought it will be fine to have a meal only.

Lyra barely managed to eat half of it, and the two left the cafeteria holding hands again.

Before leaving, Lyra could vaguely hear many police officers discussing them quietly, but most of them were envious and admiring.

"Honey." She called him softly, but turned her head to see Malcolm who was staring straight ahead. His expression was cold and solemn, as if he was thinking about something.

"Honey?" Lyra called again, getting close to his ear.

Malcolm then recovered and turned to look at her, "What's wrong?" "What happen to you?" Malcolm was thinking that his grandfather knew about his every move in the bureau. He had just tried it out, and he believed it would soon cto an end.

However, how long had his grandpa watched him? Was it just this tthat he was forced to use the connection for Travis and Ryan, or was Malcolm being watched all the time? If it was the former, it was no big deal.

However, if it was the latter, the problem was serious.

He selfishly hoped that it was the former. Since he was little, he knew he had no parents, only grandfather.

Although his grandfather was strict with him, he loved him very much.

He didn't want any accident that would destroy the strong family relationship between him and his grandfather.

"Honey?" Malcolm was in a trance again, and his thoughts were brought back by Lyra.

He was deeply sorry, "I'm sorry babe. I..." Lyra stretched out her index finger and pressed it lightly on his thin lips, preventing him from continuing.

"It's okay. No need to explain. | know what you're worrying about." The sense of trust brought by this sentence reassured Malcolm more than any love words.

Malcolm looked around the hallway, bent down slightly, and kissed his wife's cheek quickly, like secretly begging for sweet candy, with sly black eyes.

Lyra's ears were slightly red, and she gently nudged his broad shoulders, "There's no camera in this corridor? Would you be ashamed if you were seen by people in the surveillance room?" Malcolm was righteous and proud, "Why should | feel ashamed when | kiss my wife? Obviously they will envyand be jealous of me, because they don't have a sweet wife to kiss." Lyra was overwhelmed by his argument, and whispered, "You're not ashamed." After finishing her words, she ran into the office quickly, refusing to flirt outside the corridor.

Malcolm looked around the corridor at random, and followed into the office.

Eight pm.

There were still two hours before the final confession he set for Ryan and his son.

Malcolm kept looking at his watch, never feeling that tpassed so slowly.

Lyra just sat on the small sofa and played with her mobile phone, accompanying him to work overtime.

A few minutes later, the office door was knocked again.

It was the police officer at the entrance of the bureau.

"Mr. Malcolm, Charles is here again. Do you want to see him?" Malcolm frowned and instantly turned cold.

Lyra put down her phone and turned her head to look at Malcolm behind the desk.

Malcolm was silent, and replied calmly, "Bring him in." "Yes, Mr. Malcolm." After the sound outside the door completely disappeared, Malcolm got up immediately, walked towards Lyra, and said a few words in her ear.

When the police officer brought Charles into Malcolm's office, there was only Lyra in the office, and there was no Malcolm who wore a military uniform and was tall and broad.

The police officer was stunned for a moment, being bewildered, "Mr. Malcolm, how did he..." Lyra cut him off, "Get out. I'll take Charles." The police officer bowed respectfully, "Yes." The office door was closed.

Charles looked at Lyra in the main seat and smiled kindly. "Where is Mr. Malcolm?" Lyra sat gracefully and smiled lightly with red lips, "He went out on a temporary business. It seems he went to the prison.” Charles thought of something, and his expression was slightly horrified, and he turned to leave.

But he was stopped by Lyra, "You're not surprised to seejust now, and didn't askwhy | was here. You knew | was coming?" Charles was stopped and answered naturally, "I just knew it. When | just cin, | heard the passing police officers discussing the intimate dinner between Mr. Malcolm and you in the cafeteria at night, so | knew that you're here." "Oh?" Lyra asked in mock surprise. "Then how did you know | didn't leave?" At this time, Malcolm, who hid in the bathroom in the office, had a sullen expression on his face.

He tapped the phone screen and quickly sent Brad a command to go there.

[Check the surveillance. Quietly check all the corridor surveillance after Charles chere to see if anyone discussed the matter betweenand Rara.

In addition, when Rara and | had lunch, thoroughly checked the information of all the police officers who ate in the cafeteria .

See who's connected to my grandpa, and make a list for me.] One minute after the message was sent, a reply to Brad's message was received.

Malcolm had muted it ahead of time, and the outside couldn't hear it at all.

In the office, Charles didn't answer this question, but changed the subject calmly, "Madam, | chere tonight under the order of Mr. Rudolph. He is in a hurry, and askedto tell Mr. Malcolm immediately. If Mr. Malcolm is in the cell, then I'll go look for him and leave you alone." "It seems that not everyone can enter here. Only the staff of the bureau can. How can you find him?" Charles laughed, "Mr. Malcolm is the boss of the bureau after all. If go to find him, there shouldn't be any major problems." "That won't work. The rules are already set. Even the boss must abide by the rules.” Lyra got up as she spoke, walked over to Charles, took him by the shoulder, and led him to the side sofa to sit.

"Malcolm should be able to deal with the situation in the cell soon. Charles, sit down. If it's about the White family, you can tell me. It's okay." Charles’ face froze slightly, and he stopped talking.

Lyra lowered her eyes in mock disappointment, "It seems you don't think ofas the Whites, so you don't want to tellat all.” Charles smiled bitterly, "You thinks too much. How could 1? But the nature of this matter is different. Mr. Rudolph askedto tell Mr. Malcolm alone. It's really awkward."