After divorce I am a billionaire

Anthony sat on the bed in the guest room with unease feeling in his heart.

He knew Shane too well. Shane was suspicious and thoughtful, and he was afraid he won't trust him easily for tonight.

With that in mind, he sent a text message to Malcolm.

The next morning, the dining room of Callahan family.

Shane didn't say a word, and everyone was silent as they took their food.

In the large dining room, there was only the sound of crisp dishes.

No one knew how long it took before Shane said, "Anthony, now that you're back, letjust announce to the public that you're not dead. And we'll throw you a welcparty." Anthony looked embarrassed, "But Shane, Malcolm would find a way to arrestand sendto a secret interrogation room for torture if he knows about it." Shane's defenses loosened a bit as he cogitated his nervous reaction.

"Don't leave the house until the party so | can guarantee your safety.” "But Shane ..." "There is no but." Shane's face looked like as if it was non-negotiable, "You just said last night you'd behave and follow my orders. You've forgotten so soon?" Anthony could only respond, "Okay." Shane: "Meetin the study in two hours. Something's been arranged for you." "Yes." The dining room regained its calm.

After a tacit meal, Rebecca went to Lyre Spiti and was forced to see how Melissa was doing.

Timothy was bitter to go to work at the National Investigation Bureau. Over the past two days, he was running errands everywhere. His whole body was going to fall apart. He suffered unspeakably. His resentment towards Shane had deepened Shane's sore muscles had eased and he could barely walk on his own.

He went to his study to work remotely on the Callahan Group's quarterly statements.

A few minutes later, the bodyguard knocked on the door of the room.

"Mr. Shane, we have checked it over. Mr. Anthony went to the Angle Group yesterday to try to see Mrs. White." Shane stopped writing with his pen and his tone went cold, "See?" "No, it seems to have been quietly driven out." Shane thought deeply for a moment, "So has he seen Malcolm yet?" "No.

Shane's originally serious expression gradually beccalm, "Okay, you can leave." The bodyguard saluted respectfully and turned to leave the study.

After a while, Anthony arrived at the study in time.

"Shane, you're looking forprivately. Do you already have a plan?" Shane raised his eyes and looked at him with a smile, "Yes, on the day of the party, | will give you a task. It can only succeed.” After a few minutes of whispered instructions, Anthony's expression was grim.

"Shane, you wantto poison him?" Shane leisurely lit his cigarette, "What's so surprising? Didn't you say you'd do anything forto get the director position of the National Investigation Bureau?" "But..." Anthony seriously analyzed the pros and cons, "The party will be arranged in our house. If Malcolm is poisoned here in our home, not only will | be caught on the spot, it will also affect the Callahan Group's stock. And our entire family has no way to escape the guilt. Shane, you have to think twice." Shane coldly snorted and was confident, "Don't worry. No one knows about this drug. It's a forbidden drug | bought from abroad.

It's colorless and tasteless. The poison will break out in a week. No one can suspect you." "If it's not easily detected, why should | do it?" Shane took a sip of his cigarette and glanced at him.

"You and Lyra's relationship is not ordinary. She has shot you, and she should be apologetic. If you do this and let Lyra pass the wine to Malcolm, it's the most foolproof.” Anthony stood with his hands behind his back and his eyes downcast, trying to contemplate the matter.

Shane tapped the tabletop, interrupting his thoughts, "You promisedjust yesterday. Your loyalty is bullshit?" "No, it's all up to you. I'll do it properly when the tcomes." "That's great." Shane lay down in the back of his chair and smoked.

He raised his head and looked at the rising smoke. His eyes looked gloomy and cold.

"Before the party, to ensure your safety, all communication devices should be handed in. Can you do that?" Anthony froze slightly, and after a couple of seconds of hesitation, he pulled the old-fashioned cell phone out of his pocket and put it with both hands on Shane's desk.

"I don't have much money, just this phone. Shane, you can have your bodyguard search my room if you don't believe me." Shane smiled amiably, "I naturally believe in you." That afternoon, the news that Anthony was still alive and only to be sent abroad for further studies, was made public on the official website of the Callahan Group.

Originally, Lyra was a suspect of shooting Anthony to death. Because of Keith, there were no heated discussions about that.

Now that Anthony was not dead, so those rumors would be dispelled.

Lyra was sitting on a couch, watching the news of the Callahan family.

Malcolm washed the fresh strawberries and took it into her mouth one by one, glancing twice at her iPad.

" didn't expect that after a year abroad, he still decided to restore his nAnthony and start his life again. Rara, what do you think? What does he cback for this time?" Lyra was eating a strawberry.

In response to Malcolm's question, she thought for a moment but did not answer.

Malcolm continued, "Honey, | always felt that he has plans for this sudden return. And he is hiding something." Maybe it was the sixth sense of a man when viewing at the other man.

When Anthony asked to leave Crana and European Swye, he showed desperation for his illegitimate identity and did not want to live as Anthony Callahan or Charles Lance anymore.

He thought that he would remain anonymous for the rest of his life.

But he, just out for a year, went back without warning.

Lyra patted Malcolm's arm that wrapped around her and asked softly, "Do you still have a grudge against him?" "No, it's been a year. Now I'm in good health and happy days. There's nothing to haggle over." Lyra dotingly stroked his handsface, "That's it. Now he is willing to help us. We can trust him for the tbeing. As long as he will not be detrimental to us, it does not matter." "Rara, you're right." He gave Lyra a rewarding kiss on the cheek, took a strawberry on the table and fed it to her himself.

Feeling at ease, Lyra accepted his feeding, and continued to say, "By the way, that Anthony is still alive is public. Shane is suspicious. You need to visit him more often during this period of time, act like real.” "Great." In the evening.

It'd been three days since he returned to the Callahan family.

Anthony could not sleep at night, and from tto time, he would take advantage of the middle of the night to look out of the window and into the penthouse.

In the past few days, he had paid special attention to the people who went up to the top floor.

All servants and bodyguards, as well as Rebecca and Timothy, were forbidden to go up to the top floor, and the butler personally delivered three meals a day.

Shane did not go up over the past two days because his body was sore. After he recovered, he would take tto go up every day.

Only the butler and Shane had the key, and the management was really very strict.

During this time, he probably did not have an opportunity to go up and search.

The welcparty might be a good opportunity to do so.

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