After divorce I am a billionaire

To test his guess, Anthony chose to drive in the opposite direction, following his own research.

Although NIB had the best investigative skills in the country, and he trusted Malcolm's findings, he wanted to test the reliability of the Dark Web.

The man who sold him the information gave a very detailed account of Lyra's true condition.

It was just... It was hard not to get him thinking.

He wanted to fight her himself.

He wanted... to get her once.

All he could think about on the drive was Lyra's beautiful smile, and even if it was the last thing he wanted to do, he wanted to try! His heart was beating so fast that Anthony felt a little nervous for no reason.

Just as he was on high alert, his cell phone rang.

It was Mavis at home.

He hasn't been back to the Callahan Residence for days because of Lyra's disappearance.

Mavis texted and even called him every day, and he didn't return any of her calls.

The phone rang until it hung up, and Anthony calmed down and was determined to find Lyra.

But then Rebecca called him, too.

He still didn't answer, and after the ringtone ended, her message was automatically played over the car's Bluetooth.

"Anthony, where have you been? You've only been married, and you're already leaving your wife and never coming home. How can you be a husband like that..." Anthony got a little impatient when she started berating him.

Just about to press the ignore button, "Mavis is sick. She had a acute gastroenteritis last night. She was in a lot of pain. Timothy and | took her to the emergency room. She's still in the hospital today. She's on an IV. Anthony, are you sure you don't want to cover?" Sick? How can she be sick at the Callahan Residence when she was eating and drinking well? Anthony looked straight ahead without saying a word, but he was a little shaken by Rebecca's words.

Rebecca sighed in the voice mail. "Oh, Anthony, | can't think of any reason to help you. It's fine if you don't care whether your wife is sick or sent to the hospital. You even disappear for a few days and don't return my messages. Is there anything more important than your wife's health?" Anthony gripped the steering wheel and slowly stepped on the brake. The limousine on the highway slowed down but didn't stop.

Undeniably, he hesitated.

Malcolm had gone to Stogairrol County to find Lyra and catch the culprit. He may have call this way for nothing, and that man may have sold him false information.

But if it was true, then meeting Lyra in this situation was too tempting.

He had a demon inside him that was screaming for him to take Lyra.

Even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance, he wanted to try.

Because of the struggle, Anthony gasped. He chose to park the car on the side of the road, thinking for a long time.

If he went forward to find Lyra quietly, even if failure, it was an explanation to his love for her for ten years.

If he turned around and went to hospital to see Mavis, he would be responsible for this agreement marriage. Mavis was sick, and it was reasonable that he, as a husband, should go to visit her.

The red sunset in the sky contrasted his blue eyes in complicated mood.

If he didn't make a choice, it will be dark soon.

Anthony took the wheel, tight and loose, loose and tight.

Finally, he took a deep breath, put his foot down, and never looked back.

Stogairrol County.

After NIB's troop arrived, the entire county had another large-scale search.

House-to-house census, identity registration.

Malcolm was idle but went down to the creek to the old man who was fishing.

But this time, he found the little old man had changed.

Although he had hunchback as usual, and walked lamely, the appearance and temperament was not the same.

He quietly went to the old man behind, and gently grabbed his back collar. His voice sounded gentle and polite, "Old man, how many year have you been fishing here?" Hearing his voice, the old man shivered almost immediately.

Malcolm sneered. "What are you afraid of?" "No, no... I..." Before he could finish his explanation, Malcolm picked up his back collar and threw him hard on the grass behind him.

The man fell to the ground with a thud. His back hurt and he screamed.

Malcolm quickly pulled off his beard, causing the man to grimace in pain.

"A 70-or 80-year-old man needs a fake beard? Do you wantto open it and see how much fake skin you have?" "No! No, Mr. White, | had to!" The man no longer disguised the old voice, and wailed to beg him.

Malcolm narrowed his cold eyes. "Where's Frank?" "Frank?" The man looked confused, "I don't know, really don't know." As the fire raged, Malcolm stomped on his stomach. His dark green army boots crushed him, and his whole body enveloped in a murderous aura.

The man shivered with pain, "Mr. White, | really don't know whom you're talking about. Our boss has already left. All the underlings who were lurking in Stogairrol County were taken away, and | was left behind. | only know that our boss's code nis sheep. | really don't know Frank." Again.

Always late.

He was so quick to strike a deal with him while planning a quick getaway.

As if he had someone on the inside.

Malcolm's eyes darkened as he kicked the man in the leg.

"All of them are leaving, but you're still such a useless fool. He clearly wants to sell you to take the blame, and you still want to cover up the crfor him?" The man screamed and waved his hand in terror, "I didn't. | know the confession from leniency, resistance from severity. | confess! | will tell what | know!" "Where did he take the women and hide?" The man paused, "Which woman do you mean?" Frank took Lyra away. How many more women were there? Malcolm, who was furious, kicked him again and ground his teeth. "Still?" The man suddenly realized in terror, "In the county behind the mountain, she is hidden into a small tree hole. I'll take you there!" They were closer to the hole in the tree that the man said Malcolm's hands trembled uncontrollably, and his heart was on edge.

He hadn't seen his wife for five days. He really missed her.

But the flood of thoughts did not wash away his last sense.

Frank fled, vanishing an hour before the force of NIB arrived. The soldiers of fourth team were in pursuit.

With the counter-reconnaissance skills he had learned over the years, it would be difficult for the team to catch up with him.

He could clearly have guessed that his location was leaked, but he actually ran away, not to take hostage.

This wasn't right.

Something was very wrong.

Malcolm stopped abruptly, followed by Brad and all the men of the tenth team. He set up his gun and assumed a full defensive posture.

The man who was walking in front of them was suddenly frightened by the muzzle of the gun and shivered.

"Mr. White?" Malcolm asked, "He left an hour ago. At this point, he could have taken the hostage. It's not in his character to leave such an important hostage behind." He smirked and took out his pistol. He aimed it at the man's head and gritted his teeth. "Are you sure the hostage in the tree hole on the top of the mountain is the one | want to see?"