After divorce I am a billionaire

But just a moment, she abruptly understood the meaning of Malcolm's words.

"Are you trying to say that if | can't bear to let Kathleen suffer, I'll forgive Collin?" Malcolm drove the car with one hand, staring at the road ahead and smiling gently, "You know me, Rara." Lyra lowered her face, "Breaking off the relationship between brother and sister is not just talking. | almost get killed by Ethel for several times. He's my brother but defended an illegitimate daughter at my family. | feel really disappointed.” Malcolm sighed, "In the end, you're still angry and refusing to forgive him." Lyra did not explain but looked out at the window constantly receding street lights, "Whether Anne is Ethel or not, | have to check clearly so | can only have Kathleen endure a few days. Within a few days, | will definitely have an answer." Malcolm said nothing more and drove back to Lyre Spiti. After that, he was content to cuddle with Lyra and go to sleep.

For the next two days, nothing happened at the Anning Hill.

Douglas made a phone call to Lyra and reported, "Miss, there really is no one else into the hall recently. Mr. Collins legs hurt quite badly in the past two days. His voice is too hoarse to make a sound. This punishment is quite heavy, or ..." Before he could finish his plea, he was interrupted by Lyra, "His voice is hoarse, so let him copy the scriptures.” Douglas was still helping Collin to get the penalty reduced, "Then how about giving Mr. Collin a futon to kneel on? The floor tiles in the hall are too cold. Mr. Collin has hurt his knees before." If there was a futon for him, Anne will know that she was soft-hearted and she was afraid Collin's suffering would be in vain.

Lyra clenched her hand, reminding herself over and over again that Collin was now no longer her brother, just the Lloyd family's Mr. Collin. The Lloyds did not deserve to have a soft heart. He made mistakes and deserved to suffer.

"Just do as | say. As long as he's not dizzy, carry out what should be carried out. No need to tell me these things specifically.” She was assertive and hung up the phone quickly.

In the afternoon, she made a trip to the game club base.

Melissa had been working two days in a row and she wanted to check on the situation.

When she arrived at the base, Melissa was talking to another experienced battle manager, while she was taking notes and having a small meeting alone.

After listening for a while, she called Melissa out, "How do you feel? Are you used to it?" Melissa said honestly, "I like this job. Watching the players win the game, | am very happy. When they lose, | sum up the experience with them. Except when | go home at night and have to be tutored by Mr. Keith, I'm very used to it." Lyra laughed, "Keith is disliked?" Melissa pouted and complained indignantly, "Lyra, Mr. Keith is very strict. He tutors me every night and does spot check. If | make a mistake, he will punish me. | grew up in Frayton orphanage and | has never been such a strict control by anyone." Lyra stroked her head and persuade, "Isn't it great? You have the legendary fatherly boyfriend so you should be happy. And you can also experience the fatherly love that you have never enjoyed.” Melissa pursed her lips angrily, not retorting.

Lyra: "Keith is really attached to you. You guys were really in love before. In fact, when you lost your memory, he blamed himself quite a lot. | hope you can try to accept him again. If you can't accept it, it's okay. You can talk to him early and break up early." "But this is not the extent of withdrawing and breaking up ..." Melissa muttered in a small voice, bowing her head and fiddling her fingers, "I'm used to being alone and idle. Being governed like this is a little uncomfortable. I'm trying to adapt it. " Lyra coaxed, "Take your time. There's no rush.” Melissa nodded, "I've always heard you guys talk about my relationship with him over the past four years. I'm kind of curious.

Can you tell me more about it? | want to try to see if | can remember.” For this kind of favor, Lyra certainly wanted to help.

She told Melissa how they met first, how they became acquainted, the twists and turns, and the funny experiences.

Melissa listened attentively, but it was disappointing that she still seemed to be listening to someone else's story. She was unable to recall a single word and without even a single image in her mind.

Lyra saw that she was depressed and asked her to watch the players play a practice match.

The two young women watched the game match with great interest, and soon forgot about the unpleasant.

Lyra had been working on the club's investment project during the day, and before the end of the day, she will spare two hours to go back to the Lloyd's Corp for a meeting.

After the meeting with Melissa, she left the gaming club and got into a limousine ready to head to the Lloyd's Corp in time.

But she had just gotten in the car and hadn't even started the engine when her phone rang.

It was Douglas’ calling.

Lyra immediately looked serious and picked up the phone, "Miss, two minutes ago, Anne Windsor entered the villa, and is now at the door of the hall.” After waiting for several days, the fish finally took the bait.

"Don't startle her. Keep an eye on her." "Okay Miss, she seems to have no intention of leaving for the time being and want to enter the hall. Should I let her in?" "Let her in." How could Lyra ask for the answers she wanted to hear without letting Anne going in? She started the limousine, turned the wheel and headed in the direction of Anning Hill at a furious pace.

* Outside the hall, Anne peered through the doorway and looked inside for a moment.

Collin was still kneeling straight. With a small coffee table in front of him, he was concentrating on copying the scriptures.

He was coughing.

The sound of his heavy coughing echoed in the hall from time to time.

Kneeling from the afternoon to the next morning for several days in a row was hard on the knees.

Collin's body shook slightly, and when they hurt, he rubbed his knees.

Anne watched his every moves, opened the door to the hall, and slowly walked in.

When he heard the sound of high heels behind him, Collin's hand paused slightly only for a few seconds, and he continued copying.

Anne walked up to his side and slowly crouched down, looking at her side, "Aren't you Ms. Lloyd's real brother? Why did she have to be so hard on you?" Collin ignored it and concentrated on the transcription.

Anne sighed, "I know this is a family matter. | am an outsider and | shouldn't ask about it, but seeing you're being bullied so badly, | am really upset for you." Collin treated her like air and didn't even glance at her.

Anne, who was born to be good at socializing, continued, "Last time | heard Ms. Lloyd say she had an illegitimate sister. Is it because of this illegitimate sister that she is angry with you?" Collins hand paused. He finally reacted and coldly raised his eyes to gaze at her, which was a warning.

Despite that he no longer asked about the outside world, his prestige did not reduce at all. And mere his look could make people fear.

But the other person involved was Anne. Although she felt fearful, she still can not help but continue to ask, "Ms. Lloyd treats you like this. She doesn't respect you as a brother. Don't you hate her?" Lyra stood just outside the hall and could hear clearly the one-sided self-talk that was going on.