After divorce I am a billionaire

She lowered her eyes and asked in a low voice, "Do you think I'm annoying?" Lucie was taken aback, then patted her hand again, signaling her not to think too much, "How could 1? my life is much more interesting when you're around. It's just..." It seemed a little hard to say. Lucie thought for a while before saying, "I just think my place is too shabby and simple, and a rich lady like you should not live here. You'll feel uncomfortable.” Lyra smiled, "I don't feel uncomfortable. Last tyou said that your husband and son have gone to the city to earn money, and they only cback once a year for the holidays. | want to spend more twith you." After chatting with her, Lucie was obviously less nervous, "Lyra, you are so kind." With a smile on her face, Lyra continued to ask tentatively, "Before saving me, you live here by yourself most of the time.

Wouldn't you really feel lonely? If you want, you can cwith me, and | will take you into the city and find your husband and son." Lucie barely considered her proposal and shook her head decisively.

"This is where my origin is. They leave and | will guard this mountain for them." "But... there were gunshots in the mountains today, and it's not safe here anymore." Lyra asked worriedly.

Lucie still shook her head persistently, and said nothing more this time, "Just leavealone. Even if | die, | will die here." Lyra didn't ask any more questions.

Thinking of the gold she saw under the mud floor in the back room, her eyes darkened.

Outside the yard of the house, Malcolm actually didn't leave.

The broken house was not very soundproof, and he can clearly hear the communication between Lyra and Lucie outside.

A woman, or a village woman with little skill, will really have no problem living alone in such a remote place all year round? He frowned deeply, planning to take the opportunity to go into the back room to see if there were any photos of Lucie's husband and son.

He was guarding the yard, and soon heard another gunshot.

It was farther away, coming from down the mountain, but the sound was still very clear.

Immediately afterwards, Malcolm received a call from Chad, "Bro, | found a man who hid in the woods and shot. When Anthony and | rushed over, he just took off his sniper rifle and was about to run away. We chased him all the way down the mountain. | made the gunshot just now, and it hit the man in the leg. He slowed down just as he was surrounded by the men Brad had brought to seal the mountain.” Chad was always at ease in handling affairs, and Malcolm didn't show any special expression, "Okay, take him to the helicopter and send him back to the bureau for interrogation as soon as possible to avoid accidents.” "Clear." After hanging up the phone, Malcolm called Brad and asked about the situation of investigation.

"Boss, we took the helicopter to the next mountain to land early in the morning. After sealing the mountain, we have not seen anyone going up the mountain during this time. That person should have been hiding in the mountain for a long time. For how long, I'm afraid we won't know until after the interrogation.” "Continue to search the mountain, even if it is a mouse, you can't let it go." "Boss, don't worry." "Tellwhere the helicopter is. I'm going to take Rara out of here." After listening to Brad's accurate report, Malcolm hung up the phone.

Squeak— The door of the house slowly opened from the outside, and the iron buckle of the door panel that had been in disrepair made a harsh sound.

Lucie, who was inside, ran to the door almost immediately.

"Mr. White, what's going on? Anyone caught?" Malcolm nodded.

It meant they had caught the sniper.

Lucie lowered her head and took a long breath, "That's good, that's good. Since this is the case, then we can live normally without fear? It's almost noon, everyone has to eat lunch.” Malcolm looked at her calmly, "Lucie, you don't want to askwhat confession was made by the man who hid in the dark and shot?" Lucie was taken aback, squeezed her hands under the coarse clothes, and then let go, "What did he say?" The corners of Malcolm's lips twitched slightly, "I don't know yet. The result will cout only after he's sent to NIB for interrogation, but it should be soon." "Oh, okay." Lucie bowed her head again. No one knew what she was thinking.

A few seconds later, she looked up with a smile, "Are you hungry? Letcook for you. We will have lunch as soon as Mr.

Callahan and that Mr. White cback." "No need." Malcolm refused, "We won't eat here at noon." Lucie seemed to understand, "Are you planning to leave?" Malcolm nodded, "Yes, I'm sorry to bother you all the time, so | would like to invite you to the city, and for a meal.” "What?" Lucie was taken aback. It sounded like he was going to invite a suspect.

Before she had tto react, Malcolm made a quick move, and slashed the side of Lucie's neck neatly with his hand.

Lucie let out a muffled grunt, and fell back limply, being held firmly by Lyra.

Lyra met Malcolm's gaze and asked knowingly, "What are you doing?" "You just said in the field that even if you leave, you have to take Lucie with you, so let's leave together and go back to Suham.” Lyra raised her eyebrows, "What if | refuse to leave with you?" Malcolm said without thinking twice, "Then I'll knock you out too." He was getting bold.

"Just a few hours ago, we had a fight. How dare you?" Malcolm pursed his lips and smiled slightly, "I didn't use too much strength this morning, so this is not certain. Rara, do you want to try?" They fought several times during their divorce, and Lyra was kind of interested.

Hence, she helped Lucie onto the wooden sofa, and rolled up her sleeves twice, with great posture.

"Con, either you knockout or | knock you out. Let's try." Malcolm choked, and his face turned pale, which was visible to the naked eye.

He dared not beat his wife...

What should he do if his wife was beaten and ran away? He found her with great difficulty, and he can't lose her again.

And sometimes he couldn't control his strength. What if he hurt Lyra? He will suffer in the end.

Thinking of this, he let out a long sigh, took two steps forward, gently grabbed Lyra's wrist, bent down, and patted his face with her hand.

Lyra looked at the aggrieved man in front of her, and smiled, "What are you doing?" "I was joking just now. If you refuse to leave, | will never take any coercive measures against you. If you are upset, you can beat me. | will not resist, but after the beating, please leave here with me. | don't know how many people are hiding in the mountains.

It's too unsafe.” Lyra suppressed to urge to laugh, pinched his face with a straight look, and said nothing.

Malcolm continued to persuade, "My arm is injured. Can you accompanyto Hopevale General Hospital? | will send Lucie to a safe place for protection, and I will definitely show you our marriage certificate. If | lie, | can die for you." "You..." Before she could stop him, he had already finished his oath.

Lyra sighed and nodded, "Okay, | trust you." His wife was finally willing to leave with him, and Malcolm smiled sincerely, "Thank you Rara for your trust." Lyra didn't say anything, and turned to help Lucie who was unconscious.

Not long after, the two took Lucie to the helicopter.

Malcolm's eyes were on Lyra from the beginning to the end, and never left.

Lyra was stared at by him and felt a little uneasy, so she asked him to distract him, "Mr. White, how can you be so sure that | am really your wife? What if | am a fake, or you recognize the wrong person, what should you do?" Malcolm's eyes looked gentle, and his bony fingers helped her brush her slightly messy hair, "There is no such possibility. I will never mistake you for the rest of my life."