After divorce I am a billionaire

The pleasant and harmonious time passed and Malcolm led Lyra downstairs.

The door to the basement opened and the inside was completely transformed after a night of remodeling.

Lyra was shocked to look at this. The floor mat was made by special material. It was soft and if she fell, it did not hurt. Even the entire wall was pasted with such protective material.

The basement was no longer filled with clutter.

In the middle, there was a line from the roof, hanging two sturdy leather sandbags, and a number of gadgets that could provide venting, but did not hurt herself. That was abundant.

The basement door was reinforced with heavy metal. It was not easy to crash, but in order to prevent Lyra from being injured in the rampage, Malcolm affixed a layer of special soft padding.

Alow bed was placed in the corners, with the fluffiest of quilts, pillows and mattresses.

What Lyra could feel was Malcolm's love and heart.

Malcolm held her hand tightly and intertwined his fingers, "How about you sleep here tonight and I'll wait at the door all the time.

If you are lucky enough not to have an attack, I'll carry you back to our room and sleep. If you have an attack, I'll wait until you are done venting before | come in and go to the lab for an infusion?" This will not hurt Malcolm, and did not require Lyra to wear handcuffs to abuse herself, which was by far the most worthwhile approach to try.

"| really like this arrangement. Thank you honey." She stood on her tiptoes and gave Malcolm another kiss on the face, which she couldn't seem to get enough of.

Malcolm took her hand, staring at the bandage on her wrists and feeling distressed.

He carefully placed a kiss on the bandage, "The suffering will pass. No matter what happen, | am with you." Lyra smiled and fervently agreed with him, "Our suffering will soon be over, but Ethel's is coming." She meant it, and there was a dark light of revenge in her eyes.

After exiting the basement, Lyra drove to the Lloyd's Corp as usual.

Two days ago, she sent quite a few of her trusted subordinate to interfere Anne's cooperation.

It was finally time to see the result.

As every dog had its days, Ethel should also feel the pain of the impending doom.

She had just sat down in her office chair when there was a quick knock on the door and Bruno Wallace, who had managed to snatch the collaboration from Anne, walked in with the documents.

"Ms. Lloyd, this was originally a partnership between AN Group and TOA. | have been dealing with the head of TOA recently and finally managed to get the contract, especially since this contract was still on the verge of being signed by both sides when TOA pulled out.” She thought she could get it securely, but the result was a last-minute interference before signing the contract, which was most exasperating.

Lyra was satisfied, "Well done for detailing things out.” Bruno nodded respectfully and began his statement with great interest.

"That's about it. You don't even know. When | saw Anne Windsor walking out of the conference room, her eyes were red with anger. She was quite upset obviously. That is awesome." Lyra inwardly snorted. A mere cooperation meant nothing.

Anne's backer was Paul anyway, then she will fight against AN Group, so that Anne had no backer to rely on.

Being arranged for a car accident, being shot and being hit in the back of the head with a stick, one by one, she wanted Anne and Paul to pay a terrible price.

The cooperation was interfered and the initial loss was just the beginning.

And she was bound to dig Anne's true identity out.

Thinking resentfully, her interest was also high, "You take this cooperation. Well done. You can go to the finance to receive the bonus you deserve." "Thank you Ms. Lloyd." Bruno bowed repeatedly. His eyes could not hide his delight, and soon he left the president office to go to the finance to receive the award.

Shortly after he left, the assistant knocked on the door again.

"Ms. Lloyd, business director of AN Group, Anne Windsor has requested an appointment to meet with you in the next few days.

Will you meet her?" Anne was currently abroad and far away from her. With the operation of being robbed by Bruno, she returned to the country overnight. She was afraid she was really angry.

It was only then that she couldn't wait to make an appointment to meet with her.

Lyra was all high and mighty, "No, just say I'm fully busy for the week and tell her to wait." "Okay Ms. Lloyd." With her assistant left, Lyra had a relaxing and leisurely half afternoon, and was in a good mood.

Eleven had checked Anne's parents’ details for several days in a row and finally got something, which he called and sent to Lyra's email.

Lyra tapped the keyboard, entered her email password with precision, and viewed the fax document.

Anne's father, who was arrested when she was a teenager in a company accident.

Information showed that her father's company had a mole. Its financial fraud led to serious tax evasion. After the incident, that person took the initiative to leave and Anne's father as the company’s legal representative, can only bear the responsibility.

As to whether or not he was wrongly accused, that was unknown.

Her father was driven insane less than six months after he was put in jail and later transferred to a mental hospital, where he died of suicide two months after being there.

Her mother raised Anne alone, working three jobs to send her abroad to study.

The year after Anne went to study at Crana, she died of a brain attack, leaving Anne orphaned and relying on her mother's inheritance and the Owhil State subsidy for poor single mothers to complete all her studies.

Before she was about to graduate in her senior year, she participated in a school outdoor activity, a trip to the countryside to experience life in agriculture, which would add a lot of credits.

Anne decided to attend and somehow met Paul who was visiting Crana.

Paul fell in love with her at first sight, and financially almost adopted her, bringing her back to Owhil during her college internship to work for AN Group, blatantly taking the advantage of his influence.

The more Lyra saw, the tighter her brows knitted.

How can it be such a coincidence? Ethel disappeared in the countryside and Anne met Paul there by chance.

She pondered as the mouse wheel continued to slide and turned to the last page.

It was a photo of Anne's degree in her senior year.

It was the same look she saw a while ago, not changed at all, the face, even as simple and childish as ever.

In addition to the degree, a photo of Anne dancing in a cultural performance at the college was also attached.

Lyra exported both photos and quickly sent them to the company's professional department for inspection.

Five minutes later, she got the results.

There was no trace of PS. The photo were taken by the original camera.

All the evidence seemed to be fine. If Anne had no any possibility of being switched, she was a native of Owhil, then perhaps her previous speculation was overdone? Was it really all just a coincidence? Although this was the case, Lyra was uneasy, always very uneasy.

Anne always gave her a feeling of extreme danger and had to be explored.

But there was only so much information, and no clue to ponder on. Lyra thought clearly, and decided to turn off the mailbox page.

If she was not in a hurry, someone will be in more hurry than her.

When Anne personally visited her, within a short time, she will not be able to leave Crana again. She may only be able to get an answer by coaxing.