After divorce I am a billionaire

After it all happened, Kathleen believed more what Lyra said earlier.

As she was thinking about it, Anne had already nimbly signed the name, fetched a box of ink-pad, pinched Lyra's thumb, and forced her handprint.

After doing this series of work nimbly, Anne's eyes looked quiet and scheming, and she no longer pretended to be a harmless woman.

She handed the document to Kathleen, "With this waiver of execution, the Lloyd's Corp is now Mr. Collin's. You can feel at ease, ma'am." Kathleen took the document, gave it a cursory glance and hypothesized, "But Lyra is only in a coma. She will wake up sooner or later. This document is not signed by her after all. What if she denies it?" Anne was calm, "Don't worry. She will not appear in a short time. | will take her away tonight. For Lloyd's Corp, you still have to persuade Mr. Collin as soon as possible, so as to avoid troubles” Kathleen frowned, "You're taking Lyra away. Where are you taking her?" "This is not a matter for you to ask. The goal of cooperation between us is to help Mr. Collin to get back the power that belongs to him and to empty Lyra's power. With this document, everything can be done. | have done what | have to do. The next is what | deserve. | don't want anything, only ask to take her away. " "You!" Without waiting for Kathleen to say anything, Anne sent a voice message by her phone, speaking Owhilian, "Get up here and take her away. She's tied up." Within two minutes, the new chef from Owhil took off his plain white chef's uniform and loincloth. He wore a dark black suit inside and dressed as a bodyguard.

The man entered the guest room as Anne had instructed, nimbly lifted the unconscious Lyra onto his shoulders, turned around and left.

Kathleen followed behind and was vaguely uneasy, "Anne, what the hell do you want? This is Crana. If you take her away, it becomes a kidnapping. If there is a murder, you think you are Owhil nationality, so you do not have to go to jail?" Seeing that it was about to succeed, Anne didn't want to care about her at all, and followed the bodyguard who was carrying Lyra down the aisle. She was ready to go downstairs.

"Stand still.” It was a low and husky male voice.

Anne stopped and slowly turned around to see Collin who was holding on to the wall, bracing his aching legs and trudging towards them.

Collin looked serious and ordered without anger, "Put her down." Anne's eyes were red, and she emphasized seriously, "I said | will give you what | said | will. Nothing less, but she owes me. | have to take her away. You can't stop me." Collin's anger flared up and he raised his hand to slap her while frowning.

Snap! The crisp ringing sound was very noticeable in the aisle.

Even Kathleen was surprised for a moment, not expecting Collin to make a direct move.

Anne's head was knocked to the side and a red mark was soon imprinted on her fair cheek.

She rubbed her face which was burning with pain, with a very sullen expression and implied displeasure.

Repressing, she finally did not lose her temper, but sneered at Collin, "Okay, Mr. Collin, good job. This slap is considered as | owe you. | won't haggle with you, but | want to take away her you can't keep." In the atmosphere of stony confrontation, she pulled out her cell phone again and called Paul, pouting in Owhilian, "Honey, are you already waiting under Anning Hill? You can send someone up now. Oh, Mr. Collin is not happy about me taking Lyra away.

You have to help me." Tonight, there were not too many bodyguards left on Anning Hill.

Many people were transferred by Lyra in advance. She said it was in preparation for a new project and there was a need for people to guard.

As a result, Paul brought people with him and came almost unimpeded.

Collin was too wounded to stop them, and can only watch Anne and Paul take the unconscious Lyra away.

As several black vans drove away in a hurry, soon descending the hill and disappearing into the night, Collin's eyes stormed with anger and he punched the wall.

Kathleen rushed over to see if his hand was injured, and whispered to reassure him, "Don't you worry. These things are in the plan of Lyra. She knows what to do. There will be no problem. We can wait for her to deal with it." Collin turned around and gave her a serious look, "Nonsense! She doesn't know what to do, so why are you following her around?" Kathleen was a little upset when she tried to persuade him and got fixed by him, so she refuted him directly, "I'm not as confused as you are. If you continue to pretend to be confused, you will make yourself a loner, and none of your family members will recognize you." Collin sighed and said in a serious voice, "Recently Malcolm went on a business trip, and several of his powerful captains were taken away, leaving Rara without her biggest support.” "Although Paul Hoare will be restricted in Crana, he is an nobleman of Owhil after all. Even if he makes a mess in Crana, Owhil will send diplomats and ask to transfer him back to the country for trial. With his influence in Owhil, he just needs a scapegoat and this matter will be solved." "Anne Windsor has him behind her. In Malcolm's absence, these things are not as easy to solve as you think. Rara can easily lose out.” Kathleen listened quietly to his analysis, and became nervous, but still trusted Lyra.

"Even if Malcolm is not here, she does have you, Collin. You have to be her backer. Although she bears grudges, she also remembers grace. Collin, this is the best time for you and her to ease relations!" Collin lowered his eyes and sighed again, shaking his head, "I've been idle at home for almost a year after my suspension. | don't have the influence | had at the beginning. There is no comparison with Malcolm's power in Crana." If there was any accident, nowadays he simply did not have assurance that he could protect Lyra.

But, he will do his best to protect her, regardless of whether Lyra will forgive him afterwards.

Thinking of this, he immediately called and arranged a team of private soldiers to take the highway monitoring, find a way to follow the cars, and wait for an opportunity to rescue her.

Lyra, who was still unconscious, was placed in the back row.

There were two bodyguards guarding both left and right. Lyra's face was extremely good-looking, and even if she fainted, there was no way to hide her gorgeous face.

Because she was tied up, her chiseled figure was in full view of the two bodyguards.

A bodyguard, who was slightly lustful, swallowed and reached out to touch her smooth skin.

Anne, who was in the front row, stopped coldly, "Keep your hands off. If you touch places you shouldn't, I'll have Paul chop your hands up and feed them to the dogs." The two bodyguards trembled with fear, "Yes, yes." Anne's face was cold, "Remember this, even if she becomes my slave and is tortured to death by my own hands, it is not your turn to touch her." "Yes, we definitely don't dare to touch her casually.” Seeing that the two were obedient, Anne withdrew her gaze, and her childish face resumed its leisurely and relaxed smile.

The two bodyguards feared after the even. This woman ... was so scary. She could change her face.