After divorce I am a billionaire

Shane trudged down to the first floor, where the housekeeper and the servant carefully helped him to the main dining chair.

He slowly sat down. His thighs and calves had a sharp pain like pins and needles, and sore and tormented.

He just walked downstairs and sat in a chair. His forehead had a thin layer of sweat because of pain and his face was also a little pale.

After holding his anger and being stared at all the time, he was so upset that he picked up his spoon and berated, "Eat you breakfast!" Timothy and Rebecca hastily lowered their heads, dutifully picked up their forks, and ate their breakfast in silence.

A few minutes of calm passed. Shane looked cold and began to ask questions.

"Rebecca, did you see Melissa yesterday?" Rebecca was stunned and swallowed the sweet and freshly baked bread in her mouth.

"No, when | went over there yesterday afternoon, Lyra wasn't at the villa and Melissa wasn't there either. | don't know where they went, so | came back." Snap- The moment she finished her words, several plates on the table were lifted to the floor by Shane with his arm.

In the dining room, the crisp and loud noise came after another.

Timothy was so frightened by this sudden outburst, and by the shock, he shivered and dropped his fork.

Rebecca's eyes were instantly red and watery, like a frightened bunny.

Shane stared at her maliciously and questioned in a deep voice, "You felt at ease to come back without seeing her? Didn't you know to wait in Lyre Spiti until you see Melissa? What else do you know how to do but slack off?" Rebecca was fiercely crying. With tears streaming down from her face, she was unable to say a word.

After all, she was the most beloved sister. Shane restrained himself a little bit and ordered, "Within today, you must see Lyra, and Melissa. Otherwise, don't get back to me." "Yes, | gotit..." Tears were evident on her face, and the more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she was. She gradually cried out, which was very sad and pitiful.

Shane was unmoved, "Shut up. No more crying." Rebecca immediately covered her mouth, stifling all whimpers. Her chest was heaving and her tears were still falling down uncontrollably.

Shane didn't bother with her and turned his head to look at Timothy, who seemed to invisible next to him.

Feeling his brother's deathly stare, Timothy bowed his head even lower, and his heart was chilling with fear of being relocated.

"Did you come to the National Investigation Bureau yesterday?" "Huh?" Timothy was slightly confused, "Shane, | was very busy over at the company yesterday. | made a deal with NIB Team 9 to report to the civilian department the day after tomorrow." "The day after tomorrow? And the civilian department?" Shane's face was getting more and more livid. Obviously, he was extremely furious.

If it wasn't for the fact that his arms were so sore and weak, Timothy's head had been smashed by him.

"| let you go to work there and you're not proactive at all. But you never forget to eat. What's the use of you? Kneel down." "Shane..." Timothy looked at the servants and housekeeper in the dining room, and was shaky and angry.

Kneeling in public would really embarrasses him.

Shane's tone was callous and cold and he did not even look at him, "Kneel down or go to the hall to suffer the cane. You can choose one." It didn't even have to be a choice.

Timothy got up and bent his knees in humiliation next to the dining chair.

"Ah hiss!" The smooth marble floor had some tiny broken porcelains that Shane just broke. They were embedded in the flesh of the knees, making Timothy feel rather painful.

"Shane, it really hurts ..." He looked at Shane with red eyes, but seeing that he did not have a emotion, he involuntarily clenched his fists.

Rebecca covered her mouth and cried, not daring to plead for mercy.

when Shane got furious, he was scarier than a tiger.

Shane felt a lot better compared to his siblings’ fear and timidity.

Yesterday afternoon, he suffered a lot and vented it out on his brother. It seemed to make it even and he also calmed down a lot.

"You are not allowed to choose the civilian department. Just choose the Department of Major Crimes, Investigation Department, Detective Department ... Keep a foothold in the future as soon as possible, so that | can have a cover. Don't make me so tired to support our family alone, understand?" Timothy was in a cold sweat of pain, and even though he was reluctant, he could only grit his teeth in anger, "Yes." "Hmm?" Shane frowned at him, "Can't say anything nice?" "No, | get it, in the future... | will definitely strive ... to be your helper and do my part for our family..." Kneeling on the broken porcelain, the pain was excruciating and Timothy was struggling to speak.

Shane stared at his legs and keenly noticed a drop of blood on the floor.

Seeing the blood, he felt much better again.

"Get up. Don't blame me too harsh on you. The finest diamond must be cut. if you are spoiled like this, you will sooner or later be ruined by me." With his hypocritical words, Timothy wanted to sneer but had to answer obediently, "I understand. You have a good intention.” He was in so much pain that he couldn't get up. The housekeeper rushed over and helped him sit back in his chair.

"Don't freeze. Keep eating." Shane said coldly, scooping up a spoonful of porridge and eating.

Timothy and Rebecca couldn't eat at all, and were almost out of breath from the damned oppression.

Shane was the only one who ate the breakfast and was in a good mood.

Timothy and Rebecca finished their meal and were ordered by Shane to do what they were told to do.

On the car to Lyre Spiti, Rebecca was still whimpering and crying, feeling really aggrieved.

Her cell phone rang and it was Lyra's calling.

The moment when she picked up the phone, Rebecca cried "Lyra, | got yelled at by Shane ..." Half an hour later, she wrapped her arms around Lyra's waist, crouched in Lyra's arms, as if she had found a support, and cried with abandon.

Lyra silently smoothed her back and wiped her tears, but in her heart she sighed that she was lucky that Malcolm had gone to work. Otherwise he would have had a fit if he saw Rebecca hugging her.

"Lyra... Shane said | didn't see you yesterday, said | was useless. He said if | can't see you again today, he will get me hell out of the family ..." "Good girl, you're not seeing me here?" Thinking of something, Lyra's expression gradually went serious "The two bodyguards you brought were arranged by Shane, right?" "Yes, what's wrong?" Lyra said bluntly, "When we're talking, they even try to enter the villa to follow. They're looking around with purposes. I'll let Eleven and Twelve tie them up and throw them into the basement to lock up for a while. They are not allowed to eavesdrop. It's also considered as a lesson." Rebecca grunted, "Good job!" After crying she was much more stable and remembering what Shane had told her to do, "Lyra, where's Melissa? How is she?" Lyra said seriously, "I'm looking for you today also for this matter. Her mood is very unstable. We suspect that she was injected with nerve-stimulating drugs." Rebecca was slightly confused and sounded naive, "How could that be? She's in our house. Who could inject her with this stuff? Shane said earlier that the disease she has is contagious." "Shane is lying to you." Lyra took her hands in hers and sighed heavily, still intending to confess things and give it a try.

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