After divorce I am a billionaire

Hearing her gentle coaxing, Shane's eyes were reddened and gradually turned watery.

"Mom, I'm sorry. Your son wants to live. | don't want to give up the honor and power I've gotten now, let alone go into High-order Prison. | don't want to live worse than death and live like a walking corpse.” He held the fading woman in his arms tighter and tighter.

"Don't worry. It was the appearance of that bastard son that caused your mental problems and lost my sister. | know how much you hate him." "I will, for sure, make him pay for it." In the late afternoon, Timothy returned hwhile rubbing his back and whimpering.

He was forced to so assignments for the National Investigation Bureau over the past few days, and his whole body was aching.

Shane was really ruthless. Shane knew he was weak and couldn't withstand the bureau's high-intensity mission.

He simply wanted to cry, being oppressed every day like living in the hell.

If this continued, when would it end? But once he remembered when Anthony was beaten until two cane were broken last night, he was scared to death and restrained himself from scolding Shane.

He grasped wall. His legs were shaking with weakness, and he moved little by little towards the garden.

A male servant hurried by and he stopped him, "What are you running for? Cand help me." The servant didn't move at first and froze before stepping forward and holding his arm, "Sorry, Mr. Timothy, Mr. Shane is having the penthouse cleaned up. Everyone is busy so | forgot to greet you." "Why is he cleaning up the penthouse?" The male servant shook his head, "How would we know about it? It's after six, and Mr. Shane has asked to have it all cleaned up by nightfall, or we'll all get fired." Timothy was puzzled, but was quite understanding, "Then go do your job. No need to help me. I'll walk by myself." "Thank you, Mr. Keith for being considerate.” The male servant bowed deeply, turned his head and ran to the backyard.

Timothy looked at his back, and the suspicion in his heart deepened.

Only last night, Shane suspected Anthony of stealing something from the penthouse, and today he was going to clean it all out.

What did Shane want? Intuition told Timothy that there must be a secret here.

He moved his steps and slowly went over to the backyard.

The closer he got, the sound of breaking glass rose and fell, which was very sharp.

There were many servants and bodyguards in the backyard. Even the butler was there. They were all busy with the matter at hand. No one paid any attention to him.

Speople were burning something and swere smashing glass containers. And swere digging pits to prepare for landfills.

Timothy looked confused at the scene.

In the corner were containers that had not all been destroyed. They were thumb-sized glass tubes with a little of clear liquid left at the bottom that had not been poured clean.

He picked up a glass tube at random and held it in his hand to check it out.

The butler, who was busy not far away, saw his action and was so shocked that he hurried over, took the glass tube from his hand and put it back in the corner.

"Mr. Timothy, these are all garbage. Mr. Shane wants to destroy them. Don't hurt your hand. Everyone is too busy to care about you. Go back to the villa. It's tto dinner later." Timothy froze and responded, "Okay, you guys get busy. I'll go to my room." "Mr. Timothy, take your time." The butler bent respectfully and turned around to go on with the unfinished business at hand.

Timothy watched the messy and busy scene, and observed it.

While everyone was not paying attention to him, he quietly picked up the glass tube just now, quickly stuffed into his pocket and hid it, pretending to leave the backyard with a leisurely gesture.

After a long day of work, Malcolm returned to Lyre Spiti to find Rebecca who was quirky in the house.

As everyone gathered around the table for dinner in the evening, Rebecca couldn't stop staring at Malcolm's face.

Lyra noticed, took her hand and lightly knocked her head, "What are you looking at? Eat!" "Oh, good." Rebecca rubbed her slightly pained head, withdrew her gaze, and eat the food. And she was still glancing cautiously in Malcolm's direction.

Malcolm's dark eyes were lifted to look at her.

She immediately withdrew her gaze again in a sheepish manner, not daring to look again.

Malcolm was baffled, "I have something on my face?" "No, | think you're very handsome. | haven't looked at you up close like this seriously before. | only found it when I looked closely Malcolm: "What was found?" Lyra was also looking at Rebecca, with a quizzical gaze.

Rebecca looked at the two over separately, being a little afraid to say anything.

Hesitantly, she spoke cautiously, "I always think Mr. Malcolm is very much like a person, a bit like him." Lyra and Malcolm looked at each other, "Who?" Rebecca moved over and whispered to Lyra, "Lyra, do you think Mr. Malcolm looks a lot like your personal manservant from Frayton?" Malcolm cleared his throat.

The sound was not at all small in the relative silent dining room, and Malcolm almost choked by the food.

Lyra watched his reaction in stride and pursed her lips.

What happened to Frayton before was dark past to Malcolm now.

Lyra got into the mood to tease him and asked Rebecca, "So who do you think is more handsome? Mr. Malcolm or the servant from Frayton?" Rebecca may be simple-minded, but she know what to say at this moment.

"Of course Mr. Malcolm. After all, he's your real husband. No one can't compare to Mr. Malcolm. He's powerful, handsand rich!" She complimented and secretly glanced at Malcolm's face.

But it was strange to see Malcolm with his head down and his expression was a little cold and sullen.

But at first, Rebecca kinda liked the manservant. Then she continued in a whisper, "Lyra, have you fired that manservant? Is he still with you now?" Lyra pursed her lips and thought it interesting, "What's wrong? You like him?" Rebecca slightly felt shy, "Although it happened unpleasant things between he and me, | still quite like his appearance and his body shape. If you don't want him, | want to hire him privately. Even if he's placed on the side, it's also extremely eye catching when | can see him everyday." She continued to talk to herself, "However, | remember what happened before. He is quite stubborn and still needs to be tempered.” Malcolm put down his fork heavily and his face looked incomparably aloof.

"You guys talk. I'm full. I'l go up and check on the babies.” Rebecca looked at Malcolm's cold back and wondered what she had said wrong.

Lyra curled her eyebrows and smiled as she continued to eat her food, agreeing with Rebecca's opinion in a serious way, "It's true that he's stubborn, but he's been trained byand is only soft onnow." "Hmm?" Rebecca instantly wanted to gossip and said softly, "Lyra, you actually still keep that servant? It seems you still like him very much. Do you have an affair? Does Mr. Malcolm know it?" Lyra calmly continued to eat her food, "He knows." Rebecca felt it perplexed, "It's been rumored that Mr. Malcolm is hen-pecked. He's okay with you having a lover outside?" "Who says | am having a lover? The male servant who signed the agreement at the beginning, has been upgraded and beca full member." "Full member?" "Well, he's my husband now." Rebecca, who realized it afterwards, stared at her blankly.

Oh no, the person she offended in Frayton before was Mr. Malcolm?