After divorce I am a billionaire

Shane's eyes were deep as he stared at her, "How can it be considered a sale? I'm just helping you choose a better husband.” Melissa stared at him incredulously, "Shane, we're in a modern world! Freedom of marriage should be revered. If the price of regaining my identity is the loss of choice and freedom, then I'd rather be an orphan for the rest of my life!" In the face of her strong opposition, Shane quickly softened his tone and dragged her back to his side.

"Well, it's just a discussion with you. There's no need to be so angry. If you insist, | won't force you." It was only with this comment that Melissa was relieved and continued to accompany him to socialize.

* Lyra and Malcolm's side.

Together with Malcolm, the Lloyd Group was able to secure another major international trade deal as they had hoped, and had an appointment tomorrow to discuss the contract.

Malcolm gave Horace a friendly handshake on Lyra's behalf.

Horace said politely in less than fluent Cranian, "Miss Lyra, | look forward to working with you in the future." Lyra smiled, "Mr. Horace, it's good to work with you." The deal was made and Horace was quickly pulled away by other guests.

Lyra and Malcolm looked at each other and smiled.

He wrapped his arms around her slender waist as if no one was watching, "Rara, don't forget the reward you promised. You can't stand me up this time no matter what." She pursed her lips and smiled, nodding her head in a serious manner, "You did a good job tonight. You helped me negotiate a big deal. You really should be praised.” Malcolm looked at her beautiful face. His heart throbbed, and he wanted to carry her away now and bring her straight back to Lyre Spiti to have sex with her! After suppressing it for half a second, he still couldn't hold back and came close to Lyra's ear, whispering, "Honey, why don't we withdraw early and have sex later? The evening is so wonderful that we can't waste it all on socializing." "That won't work. Things have to be done one by one. You can't go over the top." She quietly pinched his waist. The force was not heavy, but very ambiguous. She was warning him.

"Mel, keep entertaining. | go check on Melissa." She tantalizingly patted his strong waist and turned away.

Malcolm looked at her silhouette and sighed silently.

"Mr. Malcolm?" The soft female voice interrupted him who was looking at Lyra.

He looked back and it was a woman.

"Who are you?" Aleena Holmes was slightly stunned, as if she hadn't expected his tone to be so cold.

"You don't remember me anymore? I'm Aleena, the third daughter of the Holmes family, and | ate with you before you went into the army.” Malcolm cast a casual glance at her. Noting only that she was wearing a long pink gown, he didn't even see what she looked like and replied, "Well, good." The attitude was so perfunctory that Aleena was instantly upset.

"Mr. Malcolm, in any case, | know you since we were kids. Can't you just talk more to me?" Malcolm lowered his eyes to the glass in his hand and his tone was indifferent: "I can't." Lyra, who was about to go over to see Melissa, stopped and glanced back in Malcolm's direction.

Because just now when she came out, she seemed to hear a girl's voice calling out to Malcolm.

Sure enough, as soon as she turned around, she saw a delicate woman standing in front of Malcolm.

She just left and he was about to have an affair.

With a slightly cold gaze, she decisively went back and reclaimed her sovereignty as his wife.

* Despite the relentless rejection, Aleena didn't leave, nor was she embarrassed.

"Mr. Malcolm, you're so indifferent. | heard you have devoted yourself to your family since you become a father. The rumor is true. You give all your tenderness to your wife and babies." Malcolm frowned and was about to correct her when he caught a glimpse of Lyra's familiar figure approaching.

Lyra came over with a strong aura, as if invisibly bringing over an intimidating force.

It was difficult for Aleena to ignore her presence, "Miss Lyra, you are really getting more and more beautiful. | heard that after giving birth, women will have the problems of sagging belly, stretch marks and loose skin. It seems that these problems do not bother you." Lyra smiled, which was decent and noble, "Naturally it doesn't bother me. After all, with my husband's personal love and affection, | recuperated well from the birth." She took a step forward, sized Aleena up and continued, "Ms. Aleena, you're young and good looking. How come you don't have a good sense? You don't even know the rules of the business." Aleena was slightly stunned and didn't understand, "What do you mean by that?" Lyra took Malcolm's arm and said coldly, "This is a married man. You are not in love yet, are you? You should go hit on those single young talents." "Besides, 'Miss Lyra’ is what my cooperative partners or subordinates call me. You're attending this party as a female companion, and you can't call me that." "You should call me, Mrs. White." Word for word, she declared her sovereignty and slightly raised her beautiful neck. She looked noble and cold at the same time, as if she had silently labeled Malcolm exclusively.

Malcolm was flattered and listened to her as she taunted Aleena.

Aleena was slightly startled and embarrassed as she changed the way of calling her, "It was my ignorance. | should have called you Mrs. White." "It has long been rumored that Mr. Malcolm is henpecked, and now that | see it, it really lives up to its name. However, why do you see me as an object of hatred? It is not good to be possessive." Henpeck? If Reginald were still alive and if he hadn't gotten the marriage license, he would have made it right! He needed to defending his position. Rara was cock-pecked! But now, he had no worries and could safely admit, "Ms. Aleena, just now you made a wrong statement. | didn't devote myself to my family because of my wife's pregnancy. All my tender has long been given to Rara. Even the babies can't shake her position.” He clutched Lyra's hand, clasping his fingers together. His eyes looked gentle.

Aleena paled slightly, "Mr. Malcolm and your wife are still so in love. I'm so enviable." Malcolm didn't even look at her but only Lyra. Then he said with his low voice, "Honey, I'm tired of socializing. I'd like to request to go home early." Lyra looked at him and this time she said, "Granted." That was unprecedented.

Malcolm was overjoyed at the answer and picked her up in his arms and left silently through the uncrowded back door.

Sitting in the car, Lyra was not too happy.

Malcolm keenly sensed that her mood was not right and said innocently, "Honey, what happened tonight has nothing to do with me. | don't know her well. You can't take it out on me." She turned her head to stare at him. Then she reached over and gently pinched his cheek.

"In the future, when you go out, it is better to put on your silver mask to cover your handsome face so that | am relieved." Malcolm was enjoying her jealous look, "Fine, but you're also so beautiful. Shouldn't you wear a mask too? Lest some other men try to get their hands on you." Lyra refused, "I don't want to wear it. It's so ugly.” Why did he feel that Lyra made insinuations? * Twenty minutes or so later, the limousine arrived at the White Manor's garage.

Malcolm was the first to get out of the car and carry Lyra out without her feet touching the ground.

Lyra had her hands around his waist, trying to be polite, "Or | should walk by myself? This long dress is several pounds weights.

It's quite heavy, right?" "Just drain a little bit my strength. Otherwise I'm afraid your little waist can't stand it tonight." After these words, Lyra did not laugh, but stared at him with a serious face.

Malcolm immediately sensed from her serious expression that something was wrong.

Damn! It just seemed to be a test.

He seemed to have answered it wrong ...

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