After divorce I am a billionaire

Unfortunately, it had happened and she could never go back.

After only a few seconds of regret, her mind grew turbid and her whole being fell into darkness.

President's Office of the Lloyd Group.

Lyra had just taken over the family's large listed company and was still unfamiliar with the business, so she inevitably had to take more efforts to the group.

During this time, Malcolm followed her around every time, thoughtfully helping her annotate the documents and concerning about her. He was even more thoughtful than her assistant.

At that time, Malcolm was sitting quietly on the sofa. With a stack of complex documents in front of him, he was writing his analysis line by line with a red pen.

All of these contents were by definition company secrets and should not be shown to Malcolm.

The Lloyd Group and White Corp had a partnership but also a competitive relationship.

But for Malcolm, Lyra was completely assured, and not worried that he would steal data, and even had thought of the White family and the Lloyd family would merge to reach unprecedented success.

Lyra sat in her chair and gave a distant glance at Malcolm who was on the sofa.

When he was working, his handsome face looked solemn and righteous.

The sunlight outside the floor-to-ceiling windows came through, coating his whole body with light, like a god.

She unconsciously looked at him for a while and was smiling wryly, with a bad idea in her mind.

While he was concentrating, she quietly left her seat, lightened her footsteps and went around to the back of the sofa.

Then she pressed him down into the sofa, kneed against his abdomen, and fiddled his tie flirtatiously "Rara?" Malcolm stared at her with a bewildered expression, like a dumb and innocent puppy.

She wrapped his tie around her hand and leaned in close. Their breaths intertwined, and her voice sounded delicate and seductive.

"Mel, you are more competent than my assistant. If | offer you a high salary, will you come to the Lloyd Group to be my personal secretary?" Malcolm was slightly stunned.

His hourly rate was not low.

However, if Rara had hired him, it would have been a different story.

He smiled, and his low voice implied evilness, "I am so honored to be your secretary. And | can take no pay. My service is meticulous. | can accompany you when you have meal and sleep.” Lyra raised her eyebrows and smiled, "So great! Am | that lucky?" "Of course." Malcolm grunted, "My Rara, how can | do a loss-making deal.” Being satisfied with his performance, Lyra leaned down and kissed his thin lips in an absolutely overwhelming position.

In the office, the atmosphere heated up, and the breath was flooded with sweetness.

"Miss Lyra, Mr. Robert is here and says he's looking for you ... Sorry!" Lyra's new assistant, Audrina Combs, pushed open the office door absently after knocking on it.

She bumped into a scene on the sofa.

She quickly blushed and closed the door tightly.

Robert Hunt was waiting just outside the office. His expression looked grim and serious, asking, "Why don't you go in? What's Miss Lyra doing?" "Miss Lyra ... is taking care of a personal matter. Mr. Robert, could you wait a moment?" "A personal matter?" When Audrina opened the door just now, Robert glanced inside and just saw the scene on the sofa as well.

He quickly lowered his face, being incredibly angry.

Did Lyra have leadership skills or not!? What did she think the office was ! A dating mecca!? Besides, she worked with Malcolm. Didn't she know that competitors, even boyfriend had to be guarded!? How could he be confident about the future development of the Lloyd Group with such an unprofessional Lyra? The more he thought about it, the more he got angry. Robert grunted heavily and left in depression.

Seeing him leaving, Audrina sat back down in her office, not intending to go back in and disturb the good things going on inside.

Audrina just came in that little episode, which did not have any effect on the two people in the office.

Lyra's knees parted and she straddled Malcolm. Her icy fingertips slipped along his collar of his shirt.

That was unbridled and teasing.

Malcolm pursed his lips, with his chest heaving with increasing intensity.

At the last moment, Malcolm grabbed her slender wrist just in time to break through the defense.

"Rara, don't. It's not proper here. Beware of eavesdroppers!!" Lyra raised her eyebrows and smiled, "I am the CEO of the Lloyd Group. Who would dare to peek and listen to what my fiancé and | are doing in the office?" That was s true, but ...

The door was unlocked! Malcolm adjusted his breathing and coaxed, "Stop it. I'm helping you analyze the documents. It's serious." Lyra pouted reluctantly, playing with his tie, and leaning seductively closer to his ear.

"That's serious as well. Mel, don't you want it at all?" Malcolm gradually blushed, and his ears were red, "I would like to, but, this is not the right place.” Lyra snorted coldly and rolled her eyes at him, "I'll be tired when | go home after a long day of work. When the time comes, even if you cry and beg me, | won't give you a chance!" When they went back home, it would be gone? He couldn't accept going home without benefits more than office flirting! Thinking again and again, he compromised.

"Well, do it now." He closed his eyes. His whole body relaxed, and he looked as if he was at her mercy.

Instead of getting close to him, Lyra got up and pulled him away.

Her face looked extremely sullen and her tone sounded not good.

"Sorry, now I'm not in the mood. Since you like your work so much, keep writing notes." She pointed to the stack of papers Malcolm put on the coffee table, "Before the end of the day, help me to annotate all of them.

Otherwise, after we go home, if there is one page short of the annotations, I'll hit your hand ten times." Malcolm looked at the papers on the coffee table, and was stupefied.

How could he possibly finish writing that pile of papers before the end of day?! For no reason, why did he refuse Lyra's offer?! What was the big deal if they did it at the office? Even if they were really seen, it was not him who would be embarrassed.

The loss outweighed the gain.

He regretted a lot and pulled her with grievance, "Rara, don't..." "Write!" Lyra mercilessly wrenched his hand away, looked at him twice in a haughty manner, returned to her chair and continued to handle the task at hand.

Malcolm didn't know what to say.

Oh my God, could you make him take back those words he just said? He looked at Lyra who was behind her table with sad mood.

But Lyra already started working, concentrating on the files on her computer.

Since her pregnancy, she had been wearing maternity radiation-proof fabric clothes, and her office had been placed with radiation-proof green plants to purify the air so she could not worry about the radiation affecting her babies.

Malcolm stared at her for a moment and found that she was unresponsive.

What was supposed to be a small reward was turned into a punishment without warning.

He could not accept this fact.

Reluctance drove him to his feet and towards Lyra, with his fingertips carefully poking her shoulder.

"Rara, let's talk again?" Lyra tapped on the keyboard. Her tone sounded irritated, "Five minutes closer to the end of the day. Your hand is sending you a danger alert!"