After divorce I am a billionaire

At the mention of Albert, Malcolm lowered his eyes and fell into a brief silence.

Lyra didn't rush him either.

The two stood at the door of the room. Malcolm lowered his eyes and Lyra looked straight at him generously.

After thinking about it, Malcolm asked calmly, "If this happens to your family, what would you do as the head of the Lloyd family?" Lyra turned around, left the room, and answered lightly, "But this is about the White family." Malcolm quickly followed her and took her hand, "I know you and Sylvia are good friends since childhood, so | want to know what you think." "Does my opinion matter?” Lyra didn't understand. "This is a matter of the White family. You are the man in power. If | ask too much, I'll cross the line." "For me, your mood is the most important thing. How can your involvement in the White family be beyond the bounds?" Malcolm clutched her palm, feeling the warmth of each other's palms.

Looking at each other, he said seriously, "I know if | deal with Albert's family too hard, you will not be very happy, right? After all, you think Albert is not seriously wrong. This tRyan's warning is deterrent enough for him." "If you really think so, then | will remove the police officers guarding the door of Albert's house and stop dealing with him." Lyra listened to him quietly, feeling a little dazed.

After thinking for a while, she touched Malcolm's forehead to see if he had a fever.

"You're sick? You're not one to make such hasty decisions." She thought it absurd that whether he should dispose Albert and his family was based on her mood.

She even felt like she had changed her husband.

In response to her questioning, Malcolm lowered his head even more. With a slight force in his palm, he pulled Lyra into his arms forcefully.

He hugged Lyra tightly, buried his face in Lyra's neck, deliberately covered his red eyes in his depressed mood, and took a deep breath of his wife's body fragrance as comfort.

"Honey, what happens to ou?" Lyra felt that he was in a strange mood today.

Malcolm didn't look up. His muffled voice was a little hoarse, "I'm not sick. | just think... you're the only relative in this world who think ofwholeheartedly. And | want to dedicate the best love to you without reservation.” When he was hit with S404 and was dying, Lyra not only did not give up on him, but also went to European Swye to help him get medicine, and dealt with Anthony when she was pregnant.

He was actually a little scared.

He was afraid that Lyra will betray him or even give up on him because of something in the future.

If there was such a day, he can't bear it.

Then, he would find a way to spoil his wife, so that once she left him, she can't take care of herself.

He was firm in his heart, and wrapped his arms around Lyra's waist, holding her tighter and tighter.

Lyra was held by him so hard that she almost can't breathe, but instead of stopping him, she touched the back of his head to reassure him.

Malcolm's words just now were shocked to her.

Moreover, Lyra could clearly feel that Rudolph was condoning Ryan, which made Malcolm very hurtful. Although he didn't say it, he was very sensitive to the care of his relatives.

Lyra thought about it and felt sorry for him. She leaned gently against his ear and told her promise.

"I will also give all my love to you without reservation.” At the end, she remembered something and added, "And to our little babies, Spencer and Momo." Malcolm's arms stiffened slightly, and he was visibly startled.

"It doesn't count. | want to have all your love." Although he knew that he wanted to monopolize his wife, which was naive and selfish, he just couldn't control it.

Lyra's mouth twitched slightly and she didn't say anything.

Her palm, who stroked Malcolm's back, waved coldly and slapped his buttocks.

His buttocks were very flexible and felt very good.

The voice was not small but a little alluring She deliberately scolded him seriously, "It seems you are missing the beating by treating your kids as rivals in love." Malcolm let go of her embrace, bent over and hugged her. And his black eyes looked domineering and seductive.

"There are still several hours before the tto go to work in the afternoon. Let's go back to Lyre Spiti. You can beatand I'm fine with any posture.” Although it was not the first tto hear him speak flirtatiously, Lyra still blushed at his teasing.

Really, it was so intriguing.

It was bad and lustful.

Lyra angrily tapped his head with her fingertips.

"Behave yourself. We haven't got hyet." Malcolm agreed and walked fast and steadily. He can't wait to fly back to Lyre Spiti immediately, and had a perfect afternoon with his wife.

Ryan's matter was finally settled down, and he was sent back to the detention room of NIB to await judicial trial.

Since Travis was rescued, Malcolm hadn't asked him any further. Whether he was alive or dead, he didn't intend to care about it in the future.

The people who had been arranged in the bureau by Rudolph were all removed by Malcolm. Although Malcolm didn't say it clearly, what he actually meant was that Rudolph would be a retired old man in the future.

For the younger generation, Rudolph didn't need to worry about it anymore.

Malcolm hadn't visited Rudolph since the family meeting.

He was busy with his official duties and had two little babies. He had to arrange for someone who was assured to take care of them, so that they could travel with Micah and Abigail at ease.

Because of the last business trip to Atria with Lyra, Anthony, as a godfather, took good care of the two little babies, and this burden naturally fell on him again.

As for the White Corp, Malcolm had full authority to ask Chad to take care of it, while having Ted to assist Chad in handling emergencies in the bureau.

The first stop of the four-person tour was the capital of Teprax.

On the first-class of the plane, Malcolm thoughtfully covered Lyra with a small blanket, and acted as a pillow to make Lyra comfortable.

Abigail and Micah who were across the table stared at each other.

Micah watched Malcolm and Lyra for a while, then quietly glanced at Abigail, only to see her staring at Lyra, who was sleeping peacefully in Malcolm's arms, with a look of envy in her eyes.

Malcolm noticed the attention from Abigail, and raised an eyebrow at Micah, silently indicating something.

Micah looked cool.

Eye contact failed.

Although he didn't understand what Malcolm meant, Micah still used his own method to ask Abigail, "Are you sleepy? | can help you get a thin blanket." Abigail froze for a moment, then shook her head.

Because Lyra was sleeping, she suppressed her voice and said in a low voice, "I've rested well these days. I'm full of energy. Not sleepy at all. Are you sleepy?" "I'm not sleepy either." After being rejected, Micah stopped.

The air quieted for a moment.

Malcolm stared at Micah who was on the opposite side, and shook his head uncontrollably.

Micah was just a nerd. No matter how many books he had red, he will always be dumb and didn't know how to take the initiative.

He smiled and taunted Micah lightly, "I am afraid you will have a lot of to askfor advice on this trip." Micah frowned slightly, sensing that something was wrong with what he said, "Are you trying to charge tuition?" Malcolm didn't hide it, "Almost, that's what it means." Abigail was slightly surprised, "Mr. Malcolm, you're already the second richest person in Crana besides Lyra. You still lack his tuition fee?" She lowered her voice and helped Micah fight back, "I have heard you dote Lyra for a long time. And you're henpecked. Are your daily expenses also limited? Do want to make private money behind Lyra's back?" Lyra actually slept lightly, and even though Abigail's voice was soft, she could still hear skey words.

She raised her face drowsily and looked at Malcolm with half-squinted eyes, "I'm also curious why you charge Micah for tuition.

Do you really want to save private money?" Malcolm froze slightly.