After divorce I am a billionaire

While waiting for news of the investigation, the entire room was quiet enough to hear the sound of flies.

Everyone was too intimidated to speak because of Malcolm's cold aura.

Malcolm's eyes looked cold, staring at the surveillance image.

Brad was able to pick up Lyra's cell phone GPS when it conline, exactly when the car was parked in the blind spot.

What a coincidence.

But the car had left before they could make it here, and Malcolm could only watch the car that might have been carrying Lyra disappearing from view.

"Mr. White, Tate, Brad, we got something!" An officer in a raincoat crunning in from outside. He quickly removed the dripping raincoat and handed Malcolm the well- preserved evidence in his pocket.

"We just found this on the road in two blind spots. It's a cell phone that was left on the side of the road. It's very obvious. We don't know if this information is useful." Malcolm took it with a frown. The phone was intact, and the case was Lyra's favorite turquoise elf image.

Brad exclaimed, "Boss, this is her phone!" Malcolm lit up the screen without saying a word, only to find that the phone had been formatted and turned flight mode, so the call wouldn't cthrough.

In the mobile phone memo, there was a sentence.

[Malcolm, looks like your wife is your Achilles heel.] Every provocative and threatening word was read with great trepidation.

Brad took a deep breath and said, "Boss, it looks like they really kidnap madam!" Malcolm stared at the short sentence for a long time. His eyes were red. His hand, which was holding the cell phone, was shaking, with the veins bulging on the back of it.

Tate didn't dare say a word until he noticed the information on the tablet again.

He lowered his gaze to have a look, and his expression was terrible. He was about to say something when he reported to Malcolm, "The results of the investigation on that car have obtained. The license plate is a fake, and the information is all fake..." His chest was burning with anger. Malcolm clenched his fists and gave an eerie order, "Continue to investigate. Get all the traffic cameras in the city. | want to know exactly where that car is going." He handed Lyra's phone to Brad and said, "Take it back to NIB. Check the fingerprints. Get a data restorer to take the phone's history back before it was reformatted. | want to see the call log." "Yes." Brad took out the transparent evidence bag and carefully placed the phone.

Everyone took orders and went to work in fear.

Late at night, the rain never stopped.

Malcolm returned to NIB office absent-mindedly. He can't find his wife. He didn't want to go home. He didn't want to face the constant questioning of their kids.

[Malcolm, looks like your wife is your Achilles heel.] The words of the memo echoed in his mind over and over again, making him open his eyes and close his eyes again and again.

His breath was heavy. He felt suffocated and sat down in his office chair, feeling exhausted.

Achilles heel? Rara was his life, and it took his humble sincerity to win her heart back for once.

Filled with remorse, he opened the drawer again, took out the cigarette, turned off the office light, and smoked alone in the dark.

In the dark light, the sparks were very clear, flickering from tto tand burning vigorously.

Meanwhile, the lab.

Anthony was a terrible storyteller, as emotionless as a priest reading the Bible, and Molly gave him the cold shoulder for a while.

After a long, dry storytelling, he finally managed to get Molly to sleep, and he sat down on the side of the bed with his arms under his head.

But unexpectedly, sleeping until midnight, he was disturbed by a burst of crying.

It was Molly, who woke up from a dream, sitting by the headboard of the bed, sobbing.

Anthony woke up in a daze, and his heart ached when he saw her watery eyes turn red with tears.

"Momo, what's wrong? I'm here. Do you have a bad dream?" Molly took his hand and ran into his arms. Her tear-streaked face was full of panic and bewilderment.

"l... I'had a dream. | had a dream about Mommy." "Mommy's hurt. Mommy doesn't want me..." She murmured sadly, and was inarticulate because she was crying, but Anthony listened intently and probably guessed what she was saying.

"Momo, be good. Your mother won't abandon you. She loves you very much. Moreover, your daddy... and | will protect you. You just had a nightmare. Dreams are all fake." His voice was soft, and his big hand gently stroked the little one's back to help her breathe.

Molly clutched his shirt. Her mouth was pouting as she wept, wiping her snot and tears away with his shirt.

"Anthony, | miss mommy so much. Can you taketo mommy? | want Mommy to coaxto sleep.” Anthony was speechless.

He felt it hard to watch her cry, so he tried to call Malcolm.

Once, twice, twice...

He tried dialing for a while, but Malcolm's phone was still off.

Anthony sensed something was wrong.

If they were just worried that the mastermind behind the Stone family murder case would try to get their hands on their kids, they could just send a few armored cars and escort the luxury cars back to the White Mansion.

Malcolm had Chad go hand sort out the kids' clothes to spend a few days in the lab.

He was strange, and the order was even stranger.

"Anthony, | can't sleep. | want to kiss my mommy. | have to hold my mommy to sleep.” Just as he was thinking, Molly took his arm and her voice broke his train of thought.

He took out a piece of tissue paper from the bedside table and wiped Molly's tears away. He said gently, "Momo, don't cry. If you go to bed tonight, | will take you to look for your mommy tomorrow morning." Molly was not threatened at all. She pursed her lips and shook her head. "| won't sleep until | see Mommy. If you can bear it, you'll letstay up all night and die!" Anthony frowned, a little angry for the first time.

It was raining hard and cold outside. Malcolm and Lyra couldn't get through on their phones. It was late at night. Where would he find them? Feeling a little irritated, Anthony flipped the little guy in his arms over his legs and placed a threatening palm on her butt.

"Momo, a disobedient little baby will be punished. | have never punished you, but if you continue to make a scene, | will..." At the end, he raised his hand, and made a gesture.

Molly was so frightened that her little round toes tightened, and her shoulders began to shrug, "You have gone bad. You actually want to scoldlike my daddy does. Mommy doesn't wantanymore. You don't loveany more than Daddy does. I'm so pitiful.” Anthony had just begun to get a little angry and quickly turned normal by her pity.

Such a cute and small kid looked exactly like Lyra when she was a child. Even if he spoke a little louder, he would feel guilty.

How could he bear to hit her? The threat didn't work. He had to carry Molly to check on the neighbor.

Spencer's room was dimly lit through a crack in the door.

They were not sleeping, either?