After divorce I am a billionaire

Molly was still in Anthony's car. Lyra's situation was still a mystery. Malcolm wasn't going to talk about it, and certainly couldn't let Molly follow him into the dangerous tunnel.

He said calmly, "She's fine. | go to pick her up. I didn't want her to wait too long, so | drove a little too fast. Take Momo to the lab first and meet Chad and Spencer. Otherwise, you'll be surrounded by the fourth team's military vehicles behind you. It's too conspicuous and will affect the other vehicles." Anthony was smart enough not to ask. "Got it." After hanging up the phone, Malcolm quickly saw in the rearview mirror that the limo was no longer following him. Anthony must have gotten off the inner ring expressway at the nearest ramp and switched the direction to the lab.

He floored the accelerator and sped to the Irribo Tunnel.

Nothing can happen. Nothing can...

His eyes were horribly red, and he repeated it over and over in his mind, trying to calm himself down.

The rain hit the window silently, like a roar from his heart that he had nowhere to vent.

The gloomy sky gradually began to rain, pattering, but there was a trend at any tthat the rain would get heavier.

The armed vehicle sped down the road and it only took eight minutes to reach the site of the tunnel.

Because the two large vans had overturned and severely blocked the tunnel, the traffic police set up a cordon to allow other vehicles to borrow the road from the opposite lane to avoid damaging the scene of the serious car accident.

When Malcolm arrived, the tunnel was filled with smoke.

Fire trucks, ambulances, traffic police...

Brad and the police officers cto the scene to check on the situation.

"Boss, I've already interviewed them. There were 11 victims in this accident. Two big truck drivers died on the spot, and two small truck drivers died due to ineffective first aid. Four people were seriously injured. Two were slightly injured, and one child was very well protected when the accident happened. It was only a small scratch on that child, but | didn't see Madam." Malcolm clutched his palm and glared at him with red eyes. "Lyra's GPS signal disappeared in the tunnel. The entire length of the tunnel is blocked, but there's no sign of her or her car. Tellwhere she went." Brad was frightened and held back by his angry expression.

"Boss, don't worry. This might be a good news. | didn't see Madam, nor did | see anything happen to Madam's car. That means Madam may not be injured... For now, at least. I've got a full team here, and I'm doing everything | can to find it near the tunnel.” Malcolm took a deep breath and was silent for a moment.

No news was really a good thing.

At least this big crash had nothing to do with Lyra.

He can't get through. He can't locate the signal. What was jamming it? Without seeing his wife, Malcolm was worried and couldn't settle down at all.

Leaving the scene of the accident to Brad, he turned to his car and decided to take a look around the tunnel himself to see if there was anything suspicious.

Brad carefully advised, "Boss, it's raining outside and it's getting worse. Please don't go. I'm sure we'll hear from Madam soon." Malcolm looked back coldly. "Next t| tell you to lose your wife for a few hours. | want you to be calm, too." Brad's face turned pale and didn't know what to say.

"I'm sorry boss. I'll go with you to find Madam." Brad weakly followed behind him and wanted to sit in the passenger seat.

Malcolm rolled his eyes. "Control the scene. Keepposted.” "The scene does not need us. Is has the serious rear-end traffic accident only." He answered weakly.

Malcolm glared at him coldly. "Two big truck drivers died instantly, and the small car driver who was hit by the rear end didn't die so quickly. You call this an accident?" It was unusual for drivers of large trucks to die faster than a car driver in a rear-end accident, which was the least life- threatening.

Brad was startled and soon realized that something was wrong with the accident.

"| see, Boss." He turned and went into the police cordon to investigate the accident.

Malcolm floored the accelerator and drove out of the tunnel.

Not finding Lyra, not seeing she was safe, Malcolm was on edge.

Outside the tunnel, it was raining.

The sound of the rain splashing against the window was clearly audible and disturbing.

Inside the car, Malcolm was still trying to get Lyra on the phone.

Over and over again.

Only a gentle customer service woman reminded him the other side of the cell phone that the signal was weak, not in the service area, please dial again later.

With all this rain, Lyra was out of contact. Where could she be? Malcolm drove around the tunnel a few times. After half an hour, he found nothing. It was a gloomy day, as if it were going to be dark at any moment.

It was even harder to find people at night.

Looking at the rain that had stained the car windows, Malcolm's mood becmore and more irritable.

A call cin to his mobile phone and he immediately checked it.

Not Lyra, but Brad.

The moment the call was connected, Brad excitedly called out, "Boss, Madam's car has been found! Just 100 metres ahead of the tunnel, the tenth squad of soldiers had just seen the crash that had driven off the road in the ravine. Following the trail down the hill and finding Madam's car, but ..." Before he could finish, Malcolm had hung up the phone and slammed the gas pedal to the end. The screech of the tires against the floor was getting louder in the rain.

Off the road, down a hill, into a ravine...

Under that impact, Lyra's car must have rolled down the hill.

Malcolm felt it hurt.

His eyes were so red. He told himself over and over that she would be fine! Rara was gonna be okay! With the limo's factor of safety, she was not gonna die. She was not gonna-.

Misty-eyed, Malcolm squinted, squeezed the steering wheel, and ran out of the road fence right where Brad said.

The armored car ran straight down the hill in the heavy rain.

"Boss!!" Brad yelled and fell down the hill. Under the rain, the mud was so slippery that he didn't care about anything but chasing Malcolm's armored car.

"Crazy Crazy! Shouldn't have told him. What if something happen!" Brad was about to cry, sliding down the hillside in the rain and mud.

The armored car drove down the hill at an astonishing speed, and the scene was out of control.

Inside the car, Malcolm's eyes were red. He put his foot down, turned the steering wheel with great precision, controlled the balance of the armored car to prevent it from rolling over, and crashed straight into a tree in a small canyon.

The sturdy old tree forced his car to stop. The front half of the car was smashed by the tree trunk. The windows cracked, and the airbag popped out.

Malcolm turned his face to the side. The splashing glass had nicked his face twice. He wasn't in any danger. He was falling violently into the ravine in such an extrway.

The rain was still pouring down the gaping front windshield and into the car.

Malcolm's hands gripped the steering wheel so hard that the knuckles turned white, and the rain splashed on the back of his hands, making his slender hands look a little pale.

Brad made it all the way down the hill with ease and was forced to stop under another tree.

He rolled over and saw Malcolm sitting in the driver's seat in a daze.

"Boss? Are you okay? Don't scare me..." Malcolm let out a breath and said to himself, "Rara’s car is as good as mine. I'm fine, she's fine." "Brad choked for a moment.

To test the death odds of a car sliding down a hill? "Boss, you hung up without listening to me. Our people found Madam's car, but... They couldn't find madam..."