After divorce I am a billionaire

In the pouring rain, Malcolm followed Brad to see Lyra's car race down the hill.

It was a pale green Maserati.

Because Lyra liked green, this was his third anniversary gift to Lyra, which was a limited edition, not many in the world.

It was indeed her car.

His dark red eyes were staring straight in front of the nearly smashed limousine. His long eyelash stained with raindrops, but also made his eyes hazy.

He always remembered that Lyra loved the car so much that she drove it eight out of ten days, and it was as good as new.

What happened to her in the tunnel that drove her off the hill in this car out of control...

A group of NIB soldiers surrounded the car in the rain to check the damage, looking for anything suspicious.

Brad took an umbrella from the person next to him and stood silently beside Malcolm, holding it for him.

The cold aura on him was even more frightening than the gloomy rain. Brad looked at him sadly.

"Boss, don't be too anxious. Madam is skilled, and... there is no one in the car. That means Madam is still alive. We will definitely find her." Malcolm endured the bitterness. When he opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse.

"How's it going? Did you check around the ravine?" Brad lowered his eyes and sighed. "Madam's car fell down the hill before the heavy rain. Fortunately, our people found it quickly.

If it had been a little later, even the traces of the car falling down the hill would have been washed away by the rain." "There's mud everywhere. We can't find any traces of it, but our people have checked the nearby and even brought a Alsatian.

There's no blood. Madam shouldn't be hurt." Malcolm exhaled slowly.

No blood, no injuries.

This was the best news so far.

"Keep looking. Send a tow truck. Take the car back for inspection, and see if there are any extra fingerprints or footprints on it." He had to make sure Lyra got out of the car on her own or was carried out.

It must have been an uncontrollable dangerous situation for her to take the initiative to fall into the hillside.

Malcolm clenched his fists, with the veins in his arms bulging. And he hated himself.

In the afternoon before the accident, he was upset that Lyra was speaking up for Anthony, only to lose contact with her a few hours later.

He should have been there for her...

"Mr. White, we have an update. We found her cell phone in the car!" Having random thoughts, he saw someone running at him.

To preserve fingerprints and usage marks, an officer handed Malcolm the phone in a clear, airtight bag.

Malcolm took it, and his eyes fixed on the shattered cell phone.

His fingertips tapped it, and he stared at the shattered phone, frowning deeply.

Along the way, he made numerous calls to Lyra. Instead of knowing her to turn off her phone, he was told that the signal was weak and out of service.

In the cell phone fragment, the GPS tracking component was intact, and Brad was able to pinpoint Lyra's location in the ravine.

The more he thought about it, the more horrified he became. Malcolm said in a low voice, "This is not Rara's phone." Before it happened, someone else was sitting in Lyra's car...

Brad took a breath. "If it's not hers, then... has she been kidnapped?” Until they found Lyra, anything was possible.

Malcolm handed Brad what he was holding and calmly ordered, "Call the tow truck. Go back to NIB, and don't miss a single detail in the car." "Yes." Brad tried to hand him the umbrella, but he had already turned away and walked in the rain. The man's broad back looked especially lonely at this moment.

Brad felt sorry for him and worried about Lyra's disappearance, so he did as he was told and arranged for a tow truck.

Not far from the scene, Malcolm's cell phone rang.

He took the cell phone out of his pocket and found it was Anthony.

Staring at the screen of the mobile phone, he was absent-minded for a long time.

Lyra's disappearance ca series of thorny questions.

Where the hell was Lyra? Did her disappearance have anything to do with the murder of the Stone family? Anthony and Chad were at the lab with Spencer and Molly, waiting for him to cback with a message, but Lyra still hadn't been found. How to explain it to their children? Malcolm stared at the screen for a moment, and was stunned.

He can't find his wife. That was the most important thing.

He restrained his rage, refused to take Anthony's call and edited a text message.

Malcolm: [I'm busy. I'll leave the kids with you. If you don't bring them back to the White Mansion tonight, let them sleep in the lab. I'll send Chad back to Lyre Spiti to help pack sclothes. You can ask for a leave of absence from the kindergarten for Momo. The lab is the safest place to be in a crisis.] His fingertips quivered slightly, but he managed to calm himself down by sending Anthony an edited text message on his cell phone.

For less than half a second, Malcolm hadn't even put down his phone when he received another message.

Anthony: [What About Rara? Spencer and Momo, you're not gonna do anything to them today?] Malcolm read and re-read the first few words of the text, and his eyes turned red in the rain.

He steadied himself and edited a text again.

[She's fine. She's working on a case with me. Suham's not safe these days, so you'll have to look after the kids.] After tapping the send button, Malcolm turned off his cell phone to get speace and quiet.

Spencer and Molly were safe in the lab. The most important thing right now was to find his wife.

Without seeing Lyra being safe, he was anxious.

He got out of the ravine in the rain and took a taxi to NIB.

A few minutes later, Brad went back to NIB, and the tow truck picked up Lyra's car.

The body was badly damaged, but the interior of the car was almost intact.

After sexamination, the experts found a different fingerprint in the back seat.

"Mr. White, before the accident, there was indeed someone in the back seat of the car. The cell phone was tested and it was indeed not madam’s. her cell phone is missing. Also, there were no signs of a struggle on the car, and there were no sharp tools used to commit the crime." Brad handed Malcolm the evidence slip and said, "We've checked every available camera in the area. Her car went down the hill in a blind spot, and there's no way of knowing what happened before it." Malcolm looked at the printout of the surveillance photo with a serious expression.

On the fourth page, Brad continued, "I went back through all the surveillance footage from the Lloyd's Corp to the tof the accident, and | found that there was no one else in the car when she cout of the Lloyd's Corp underground garage. It was just her." "Madam drove to the bridge and parked there for a few minutes. From the surveillance cameras, | could vaguely see that there was a person in her car. Judging from the figure, it must be a man." Malcolm looked over at the magnified surveillance photos and shook his head gravely.

"It couldn't have been a man. Rara was very alert, and she wouldn't have stopped to pick someone up if it was a strong, obviously threatening man." Also, Lyra knew that he would be jealous, and that she was always trying to distance herself from other men.

She couldn't have picked up any man in her favorite car.

On the other hand, the other party should be a vulnerable group, women, children, the elderly, and in danger and difficulties.

Otherwise Lyra could not let anyone on the car.

Brad knew what he meant, and he was deep in thought.

There was a long silence in the office before Brad said, "Boss, is there another possibility that she stopped because she saw someone she knew?"