After divorce I am a billionaire

With his words, Malcolm was really relieved.

"You've been taking care of Spencer all day. Rest early, and I'll keep watching him at night." Anthony was not polite to him, but said half-jokingly, "You are his biological father. It's better for you to take care of him. Lest Spencer grow up in the future, he will not treat you well." "I'll be very strict to him. If he really dares to do this, | will teach him a lesson.” Anthony was startled and sneered at him, "Spencer must have done something wrong in his previous life to be your son. He's only three months old. And you're already thinking about how to teach him a lesson in the future.” Malcolm raised his eyebrows, looking calm.

Anthony laughed, "However, Spencer has been frail since he was born. When he is older, | am afraid that he will have to check whether there is any residual S404 biochemical virus in his body. And | am afraid that he will have to take medicine for a long twhen growing up. His body needs to be taken care of. | don't believe you'll be strict to him. Even if you have the idea to tech him a lesson, Rara probably won't agree." Malcolm stopped talking.

Lyra valued their two kids more than anything else, which once made him feel that they were almost surpassing his position in Lyra's heart, let alone treating Spencer badly.

He was secretly unhappy, and changed his words, "Spencer will be hungry once in the first half of the night. | will feed him a bottle of milk later, and you will keep watch in the second half of the night. The godfather and the biological father spend half the night. That's called pampering.” Anthony refrained himself from laughing but chuckled lightly, "Okay, then I'll go to bed first. You can callwhen you need to change shifts.” He lay down on the escort cot next to him, covered with a thin quilt, and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

Malcolm glanced at him, then checked the ton his watch.

It was almost midnight. Had Lyra been asleep? Since they got married, they hadn't been separated like this for a long, long time. Will Lyra not get used to it? Being confused, Malcolm made it through the first half of the night unconsciously.

A day later, Lennie decided to meet the bigwig on the suspect list given by Malcolm to discuss cooperation matters.

That night, Malcolm , who was with Anthony in front of Spencer's bed, got a message back.

[Boss, the companies under this person's nare not related to any formula industries. There is no illegal factory without a business license, so the suspicion is initially ruled out.] Malcolm's eyes were deep, and he turned off the screen of his phone.

The list he gave Lennie included the names of four suspected people who were the leaders of illegal business.

One was currently excluded.

He pondered, put the phone on the bedside, and carried Spencer to the well-equipped nursery next door to help him prepare the baby formula.

Anthony was in the baby ward, helping Spencer with toys, diapers and small clothes.

Bell bell - The phone on the bedside table rang.

It was Malcolm's phone.

Anthony glanced at it. It was an unfamiliar number.

He ignored it and continued to pick up Spencer's little toys. The phone was still ringing as if the caller would keep calling to the end if he didn't answer.

Being annoyed by the noise, he walked by and just picked up the phone to answer but the phone was hung up.

"What are you doing?" Beside the door, Malcolm questioned.

Anthony turned around and handed him the phone, "There was a call from an unfamiliar number just now. It made two calls in a row, but no one answered so it kept calling. | wanted to answer the phone for you, but it was hung up." It was such a coincidence that Malcolm looked serious and seemed skeptical, and Anthony added, "I didn't see anything. | don't know the password of your phone, and | didn't learn to crack it at the Security Agency before. You can rest assured.” Malcolm then stepped forward, took the phone, held the baby in one hand, and called back with the other.

The phone was connected quickly.

In the dozens of seconds of connection, Malcolm's expression changed, "It's from Lennie's side. The person behind the scenes seems to fall in the trap.” The two men looked at each other, and their expressions becmore cautious.

Anthony: "Need to go on a mission tonight?" Malcolm nodded.

Anthony took the initiative to walk over and took the Spencer, "I'll take care of him. You can go and remember to make sure Rara's safety." Malcolm nodded again and turned to leave the room.

At night, birds and insects were chirping in the forest.

In Lennie's villa.

Just half an hour ago, he received an invitation to cooperate. The other party knew that he had kidnapped Lyra and wanted to take the opportunity to extort a huge sum of money from Malcolm. After two days of waiting, he contacted him.

Lennie made preparations early and waited at the door of the villa.

Just about an hour later, several people cout of the forest with flashlights.

When other party walked under the lamp in front of the villa, Lennie could see who was coming.

A total of three men chere. They were tall and burly, wearing dark black suits and sunglasses.

Lennie frowned and was a little unhappy, "Mr. Griffiths takes the initiative to invite cooperation, but he doesn't show up. He only sends three bodyguards to fool me. Isn't his attitude too perfunctory?" The bodyguard headed by the other party said, "It's not that he doesn't con purpose. Mr. Griffiths has very important and personal matters to deal with. When we see the hostages later, | will make a video call for him, and you can communicate with him at that time." Lennie scoffed.

Only dare to talk about the cooperation on video? However, in order to gain the other party's initial trust, although he was dissatisfied, he didn't say anything after all.

"Lyra Lloyd is locked in the basement by me. However, the invitation from Mr. Griffiths is too sudden tonight. | also have to guard against it. You can't enter the basement, and you can't get close to her. | will open the basement door to let you do the inspection.” The bodyguard bowed slightly, "Understood." "Then what's your name?" "Jude." Lennie made a gesture of invitation, turned slightly to the side, and let the three bodyguards enter the villa.

When walking in the garden, he frowned slightly, observed the sunglasses on the faces of the three, and said in a strange tone, "It's already dark enough at night. You all wear sunglasses. Are you sure you can see the road clearly?" Jude: "Mr. Price, don't worry. We're used to it and can see clearly." Lennie pursed her lips, "The stone road in the garden is not easy to walk, so don't fall. | am afraid after you go back, you'll tell Mr.

Griffiths that | hurt you guys.” "Mr. Price is joking." Lennie was too lazy to continue to be courteous to a few bodyguards, took the lead, and let the NIB police officer who were disguised as servants follow with three bodyguards.

They cto the basement.

The heavy wooden door was gently pushed open with a fist-sized gap, and the light was turned on in the basement. Under the yellow light, the basement was a little dim.

There was a chair in the center of the basement. Lyra was tied to the chair. Her hands and feet were bound. Her mouth was sealed, and her head was hanging down, as if in a coma.

Jude, the bodyguard in the lead, checked Lyra's state from a distance of a few meters and looked at her carefully.

A pair of eyes were hidden under the sunglasses, making it difficult to see his expression.

"I see her hair is neat, her clothes are neat, and she has no signs of injury. Do you treat the kidnapped captive so favorably?" As Jude spoke, he took a step, trying to enter the basement and get closer, but was stopped by the officers who were disguised as bodyguards ...