After divorce I am a billionaire

Coming out of the interrogation room, Malcolm did not return to his office immediately.

He stood for a long tin the quiet and remote corridor, with his back half leaning against the wall. His black eyes looked quiet and introverted, thinking about something.

He was slightly annoyed and subconsciously touched the pocket of his uniform, wanting to quietly smoke a cigarette.

There was no cigarette in the empty pocket.

He suddenly remembered that since the S404 biochemical virus was known to Lyra, Lyra told him to quit smoking. Later, he recovered. Lyra was pregnant and couldn't smell the smoke.

And then again, he couldn't smoke because of the babies.

After all, he had not carried anything like a cigarette case almost a year and a half.

He restrained his intention to smoke quietly, took out the phone in his pocket and called Charles.

"Mr. Malcolm." Malcolm's voice was cold, and he said directly, "Tell old White, | can let Travis go and don't pursue it. It is considered | have paid off the years of teaching from him, but Ryan must be responsible for the mistakes he made in the past. This is not negotiable.

Please don't meddle in the car accident that year.” Charles, who was on the other end of the phone, was stunned.

"Mr. Malcolm, you..." Charles noticed in shock that Malcolm's address for Rudolph had changed from grandpa to the old White.

Malcolm had always respected Rudolph the most and listened to his words very much, but he always... called him Grandpa.

"Mr. Malcolm, this thing... Mr. Rudolph..." Charles’ voice trembled slightly. He was really frightened by his indifferent attitude. He wanted to help explain for Rudolph, but didn't know where to start.

Malcolm didn't want to hear it either, "My position has been made clear. If the old White wants to make his eldest son's family to be taken advantage and get a bad reputation in order to protect his second son's family, then I..." He paused for a moment and clenched his fingertips on the phone, and his tone beca little colder, "I'd rather not have this elder." "Mr. Malcolm!" Beep- Charles screamed in horror, and Malcolm hung up.

He coldly clicked on the phone screen and decisively pulled Charles’ number into the blacklist. He didn't want to accept any sophistry and explanation.

The position had been made clear. He turned around and went to the cell.

Because of his frowning and cold face, he looked extremely aloof and the police officers passing by were so frightened that they greeted him with trembling.

The cell door opened.

Ryan, sitting in the corner, was leisurely smoking.

Seeing Malcolm coming in, Ryan didn't look up but continued to smoke on his own.

Because he didn't even need to look up, he could feel the cold and brutal aura belonging to Malcolm, which rushed towards him as the iron door of the cell opened.

He breathed out the smoke, and his tone was relieved a lot for a moment, "It seems you have already found out the truth. You feel | am lying and frhim, and my father is covering up and condoning." Malcolm didn't speak, but walked towards Ryan and stood up straight.

Ryan snorted lightly, "Actually, no one is innocent in this accident. Although the accident was caused by me, Rudolph, Albert, Charles who has served for more than thirty years, and even your auntie Alice who likes you a lot, they are all helpinghide it.

They are all accomplices.” When he spoke, he watched Malcolm's fists clenched with blue veins under the cuffs of uniform, couldn't help feeling better, and took two sharp puffs of cigarettes.

"Why do you think Alice leaves Crana for so many years and refuses to cback?" "It's because she feels guilty and dares not cback to face you every day." "The Whites knew | killed your parents, but you haven't heard the slightest rumor for so many years. If | hadn't been involved in this matter, you might have been kept secret for the rest of your life." "Malcolm , you were forced to lose your parents when you were a child. And all the relatives around you who showed love for you all helped the murderer to hide it from you. Don't you think you are very pathetic?" The more he spoke, the more frantically he laughed.

Malcolm's black eyes narrowed coldly, hiding the intent of killing him.

"Looks like the single room is so comfortable for you that you'd better to be locked up with other suspects until the outcof your trial for trying to murder the director of NIB." Ryan snorted coldly and was disdainful. Malcolm's revenge didn't frighten an old fox like him.

Malcolm saw his reaction and sneered, "Do you think my sanctions against you are just revenge before going to prison and torture after?" Ryan's hand which held the cigarette paused.

The smoke rose, and he slowly raised his cloudy eyes to Malcolm.

In the quiet environment, Malcolm spoke every word very clearly, "I will hold a family meeting. Expel your nfrom the White family genealogy, and also remove your wife and son from. Ryan, your most beloved son will never be able to return to the White Mansion in the future. How do you think he will be able to live without the protection of the White family?" Ryan grimaced and with his statement, even his cigarette-puffing fingers were stiff.

"You expelled my family from the White? Malcolm, do you really think the White family is yours to decide?" Malcolm said softly, "Then give it a try." He turned away.

Ryan was unwilling and roared from behind, "I don't believe it! Rudolph won't allow you to be willful, let alone reveal the truth of the car accident in public. He will never cut off the father-son relationship with me! Absolutely not!" Malcolm didn't look back but said coldly, " The old White has retired. And he can no longer be the head of the White family in the future." "Malcolm ! My dear nephew, don't leave!" At this point, Ryan began to panic.

He would be removed from the family, and without the protection of the White family, he would be sent to prison and be a criminal.

What he had done would affect Travis in the future, and even affect Travis's future children. With the file of his father being a criminal, Travis will not be able to reach into the wealthy circle on his own.

Travis's life would be ruined.

He would be a stain on his son's future.

The more he thought about it, the more panic Ryan was. He didn't expect Malcolm to be so heartless this time.

He threw the unfinished cigarette, got up quickly from the ground, and chased after Malcolm, wanting to discuss the terms again.

"Malcolm, listen to me. | was drunk to cause the car accident. | didn't do it on purpose. | have been guilty over the years. You can't expelfrom the White family, no!" The iron door of the cell just closed, and he didn't even touch Malcolm's clothes.

"Malcolm!" Accompanied by Ryan's incompetent rage, Malcolm was calm and left at a steady pace.

When he returned to the office, Lyra was already waiting for him at the door.

It seemed that he hadn't been back for a long time, and Lyra was worried about him and stood at the door waiting for him.

"How's it going?" Lyra asked with concern when he got close.

Malcolm touched her soft face, and said in a calm tone, "It's all taken care of. It will be over soon. | can travel with you without any problems." Seeing the ease on his face, Lyra didn't let go of her worries.

"What are you going to do with Ryan?" "Remove his nand registered residence in the family. He will be handed over to judicial judgment and sent to prison for repentance.” Lyra took the last two punishments for granted.

But the first two were not necessary.

"After all, he is Grandpa's biological son. Grandpa probably won't agree to sever the father-son relationship with him. Besides, according to everyone's account, Ryan drank a lot of alcohol at the tof the incident and was in a state of drunk driving.

Although he caused a serious car accident, it was not premeditated. It would be very difficult for the White family to agree to remove him." Malcolm remained calm, "It was Albert who was drunk. Ryan is good at drinking himself. He was able to win Albert in a clear way while driving. He was pretending to be drunk.” He wanted to use an excuse to cover up the crof the intentional murder.