After divorce I am a billionaire

Since then, Frank had completely broken with Malcolm, hating him. And even though April wasn't found to have been killed by Malcolm, Frank didn't believe that. Because the White family was so powerful, it was so easy to change that information. Frank just wanted to get back at him.

Malcolm wouldn't have told the truth if Frank hadn't acted so crazily, and he didn't care if Frank hated him or not.

But now Frank had threatened his wife and children, which can not be tolerated.

After listening to Malcolm's presentation, Frank froze.

"Am | in love with the wrong person all these years?" The woman he loved had such an ugly identity?! All this revenge he was doing was wrong?! No! "I don't believe it!" Malcolm lied about everything! It had to be! Frank took a few steps back. His eyes were red, and his voice was trembling. "Malcolm, you're lying! April is such a lively and cheerful girl. She would never be the drug dealer you say she is! Do you expectto believe you?" He didn’t want to believe the truth, and he didn't want all the things he had done over the years to turn out to be his own fault.

Yes, it was all part of Malcolm's game.

All he wanted to do was to blhimself, to blhimself for all his mistakes.

Frank suddenly laughed hysterically and knelt over April's grave. His eyes fixed on the picture on the tombstone, "Don't worry, April," he murmured. "I will make whoever killed you pay. | will not let you die in vain." With that, he limped up to Malcolm and threw a punch directly into Malcolm's chest.

Malcolm frowned, didn't move, and took the real punch.

His hands were tied behind his back, and it was not right for him to fight back, even if he pretended to be.

Then Frank's fists rained down. He kept shouting, "Malcolm, the mighty Malcolm White, Suham's powerful man. You're in my hands now. The day you killed April, did you ever think that | would take revenge on you?" Malcolm looked at Frank, who had gone mad, and his voice was as cold as winter's ice. "Stubborn and self-deluded," he said He and Frank had been close and unending companions, knowing best what each other was like.

"No!" "You shut up!" Frank tore at Malcolm like a madman and said viciously, "Don't you dare slander April! You murderer! Con!" Hearing the call, Frank's men rushed over and bowed their heads. "Yes, Boss?" Frank let go of Malcolm, who was already covered in wounds, and pulled out a white handkerchief to wipe his dirt-stained hands.

"Give him a shot," he said coldly "Yes!" Three or five men approached Malcolm. Two men clamped down on his arm, and one man pushed a refilled potion into his arm.

Frank smiled, and his eyes were full of hatred.

"Malcolm, this is the new X Virus. If you don't get an antidote in three days, you'll die." Malcolm sneered. "Frank, you're a loser, a total loser, and you've been used your whole life." "Shut up!" Frank went crazy, pulled out his pistol, loaded it, and shot Malcolm.

Bang, bang, bang The succession of gunshots was especially creepy in the dark.

Malcolm stood motionless, as calm as a cucumber.

Frank's every shot landed on the ground around him, not a scratch on him.

Boom.

There was a thunderclap in the sky, and Lyra, who was sleeping in the laboratory's ward, woke up with a start.

She had a nightmare.

In the dream, Malcolm appeared in front of her covered in blood and told her to live well.

The dream was too real.

The fear in the dream can not go away for a long time.

The thunder also woke the two children, and Molly whispered to Lyra, "Mommy, I'm scared. Hug." Lyra took a breath, held her baby girl in her arms, and said softly, "It's okay, Momo. Mommy's here. Don't be afraid.” Spencer opened his eyes, and there was a little fear in them.

No matter how precocious he was, he was still a five-year-old boy who was afraid of thunder.

But he pretended to be calm, except for sneaking up on Lyra and pinching the corner of his mother's dress.

It was raining again outside. It was raining hard.

The glass rattled, and Molly, frowning from tto time, clung to Lyra and shouted in fear.

After putting the two children back to sleep, Lyra played a soft song in the room that drowned out the rumble of thunder and rain.

Watching the children sleep, Lyra crept out of the room and dialed Malcolm's number.

Somehow, she always had a bad feeling in her heart.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is turned off..." She made several phone calls to Malcolm in quick succession, all with his phone turned off.

She told Malcolm a long tago that whenever he was safe, his phone couldn't be turned off and he had to answer it.

He was afraid that she would not be able to find him, and even if he went to do something, he would definitely inform her in advance.

Why was it off tonight? The dream...

Lyra's heartbeat was so fast and she called Chad.

It was quickly picked up.

Chad tried to hide the panic in his voice and asked calmly, "What's wrong, Lyra? Why are you calling so late?" "Chad, is something wrong with Malcolm?" Hearing this, Chad's heart skipped a beat and he retorted, "No, Lyra, my brother just called me. You don't have to worry." "You're lying." Lyra sounded worried. "I just called Malcolm. His phone is off. Tellthe truth. Is something wrong with him?" Chad hesitated. Malcolm was going to be head-to-head with Frank this time. It must be dangerous.

But if Lyra had known, she would have asked to go with him, and if anything happened to Lyra, Malcolm would have killed him.

"Lyra, don't worry. My brother must be dealing with something important. That's why he turned off his phone. I'm not lying to you.

| really contacted him just now." "Chad, if you don't tellthe truth, I'll call Keira right now. You know she hates men who lie." At the mention of Keira, Chad was defeated and said in a low voice, "Brad calledand toldhe volunteered to go with Frank. We're on our way." Volunteered? Was his brain damaged by the heavy rain tonight?