After divorce I am a billionaire

Eleven nodded, "Okay." Lyra withdrew her eyes and looked again at the phone number that Anthony had written, "Contact Darkbell and check this number thoroughly.” "Yes, Miss." At the same time.

The old Mr. White's villa.

"Grandpa, are you looking for me?" Malcolm stepped into the hall and bent respectfully toward the old Mr. White who sat on the couch across the coffee table.

The old Mr. White raised his eyes.

When he saw Malcolm who was in a tweed coat for the first time, which was very strange, he did not react that this man was his own grandson.

"Now that you have someone in charge, it's really different. Look at your outfit. It's much more humane." The old man looked him up and down with curiosity and smiled with relief.

He did not talk. His face was flat and he stood in a disciplined manner.

"Sit down." The old Mr. White wrinkled hand rubbed the cane's handle, hesitated again and again before saying, "Actually, | asked you to come here today because someone wants to meet you. And he wants to apologize to you in person, so | had to be the middleman.” Malcolm had just sat down on the side couch when he heard this and frowned.

The old man cleared his throat, "Come in." With a solemn face, Oscar stepped into the hall first.

Garrett followed close behind him, with his head down. His body was already healed from the beating he received a few days ago.

Malcolm did not raise his eyes. His expression was cold and his dark eyes were deep.

He poured himself a cup of tea, raised his hands elegantly and nobly, and blew on the ancient teacup without emotion in his eyes.

Oscar came in, sat down on the couch across from Malcolm, smiled and greeted the old Mr. White. He got close and looked at Malcolm: "Malcolm, how have you been these past few days?" Malcolm ignored it, not even bothering to pretend to be polite.

The old Mr. White stomped his cane lightly and reminded him, "Malcolm, is that the proper attitude to have in front of your elders? Why don't you greet him?" "Even unrighteous people are considered as elders? He raises such beastly children. He doesn't deserve it. | know what to do clearly." "Malcolm, you!" Garrett was standing right next to Oscar and got angry hearing him insult his father.

"It's okay." Oscar smiled kindly and didn't seem to mind as he lowered his posture and looked at Malcolm in a delicate voice and said.

"Malcolm, last time, Garrett did not do too well. | have beat him severely later. And today | brought him to you to admit his mistake face to face. If you still do not feel enough to eliminate your anger, take the whip at will! | have absolutely no complaints!" After he finished his words, he looked to Garrett.

Garrett endured the humiliation, walked around the coffee table to Malcolm's couch, bent over, and maintained the standard ninety-degree bow.

"Mr. Malcolm, | apologize to you for what happened that day. My sanity was consumed by drug. | shouted Lyra's name when | was not sober. | did not really mean to defile your fiancée, and, in my heart, | do respect the relationship between you and Lyra." His words ended with a soft laugh from Malcolm.

Malcolm put down his cup of tea and gave him a cold and hostile look.

"Whether you mean it or not, you and | know it clearly. There is no need to act this kind of pretentious apology for me. A waste of time." He got up and looked at the old man, "Grandpa, if there's nothing else, I'll go back first. There's a video conference at the company later." The old Mr. White saw that he was very determined.

They had begged him personally but Malcolm the kid did not give him the face.

Although he was a little upset, the old Mr. White was clear in his mind, "Well, you can leave. You're the head of the family now and you can make your own decision." With the old man's permission, Malcolm turned his head and walked away.

Garrett was reluctant and called out to him, "Are you really justified? I'm at fault, but I've done nothing to you, nothing to the White family, nothing to damage Lyra's reputation. I'm willing to apologize to you, so why can't you just leave our family alone and settle with me?" "You apologize to me so | have to forgive you? Who says so?" He sneered and walked out of the door.

Oscar was exasperated by his unforgiving attitude, and could only instruct Garrett in a gentle tone, "Go talk to Malcolm alone again. Talk nicely and not too aggressive. I'l talk to the old man about the family matters." "Okay." Garrett nodded and immediately went after them.

It was raining lightly outside, so Garrett ran toward Malcolm, not bothering with his umbrella.

" Mr. Malcolm!" Malcolm didn't look back. Chad helped him with his umbrella, and the two kept heading forward.

Garrett had no choice but to change his tone, "If you minded so much that | called her name at the time, how come you don't mind that she's remarried? And she's not a virgin anymore!" Malcolm stopped abruptly.

Seeing that he finally reacted, Garrett went after him, "Whether you really like her or not, it would not be wise to end all cooperation with our family for her," "Our family has suffered a great deal this time, but the foundation is still there. It is only a matter of time before we get through.

Why not give our family a favor? Isn't it good to benefit each other?" Malcolm's dark eyes narrowed and his face was grim in danger.

He didn't answer right away, but called out, "Chad." Chad complied and handed him the umbrella. Then he stepped forward and made a heavy punch into Garrett's face.

Garrett, who could not withstand Chad's force, was punched to the ground and the corners of his mouth were swollen. And his back teeth were knocked loose by two.

He spat blood on the floor, not quite understanding, " Mr. Malcolm?" Malcolm was holding an umbrella with one hand and put the other hand in the pocket of his tweed coat, glancing down at him who was on the ground.

"Garrett, when you see me in the future, you'd better get the hell out of my sight. Or I'll beat you once | see you." "On what basis? Because | said two not-so-nice things about Lyra?" Malcolm wrinkled his eyebrows. The rage in his dark eyes surged up.

Chad understood what his boss meant and kicked Garrett hard in the stomach.

Garrett wailed, covering his abdomen and curling himself into a ball in pain.

Malcolm admired his pain, and the tyranny under his eyes reduced considerably.

"A favor to the Frazier family? Mutual benefit? I'm afraid your family will not be qualified in the future. For this kind of scum like your family, it is simply a disgrace for my family that we are listed among the four big families. And you still have the luxury to hope to stand up for the day?" Garrett was furious, "Malcolm, go ahead. You'll fall hard if you climb high! I'm waiting for the day when you'll be miserable!" Malcolm didn't retort, but reached toward Chad for money.

Chad took out his wallet and was counting the bills when Malcolm grabbed it right out of his hand.

He took a cursory look. Chad didn't bring much money, only a few thousand.

But for the Frazier family, which was down and out today, it was more than enough.

He took out a handful of bills and dumped them all on Garrett.

The pink bills were scattered all over the place and quickly got wet from the rain and mud on the ground.

"This is the medical fee. Mr. Frazier, if it is too little, you can go to White Corp to find the finance according to the medical bill, but do not say | Malcolm beat you unreasonably." Sarcastically, Malcolm said those words and bitterly withdrew his eyes and turned away.

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