After divorce I am a billionaire

"Malcolm, I..." When Chad tried to explain, Malcolm ignored him and walked right past him out the door.

Not far away in the hallway, Anthony stood in place, with a pair of blue eyes staring at him.

With a little guy standing beside him, he was holing another little one in his arms. The picture had a kind of indescribable harmony.

Spencer trotted up to Malcolm, and outstretched his arms, staring at his daddy, and silently asking for a hug.

Malcolm bent over and gently pulled his son into his arms so he could sit on his arm.

Although Malcolm took a quick shower, Spencer's sensitive nose smelled the scent of cigarettes and alcohol.

"Daddy, you're not being good. You know that | can't smell the smell of cigarettes, yet you're still hiding in the office drinking and smoking secretly. If mommy knows, she will definitely punish you!" Malcolm suppressed the bitterness in the corners of his eyes and slowly forced a smile. "It's my fault. | won't smoke anymore. | won't make your mommy angry anymore. The corridor is cold. Let's go into the office first." He carried his son back inside, and Anthony and Chad followed.

After entering the office, Molly quickly looked around the room and asked with a frown, "Daddy, Where's Mommy? Anthony said that mommy is accompanying you to work overtime. Why didn't we see mommy?" Malcolm's expression stiffened and he lowered his head to find an excuse. "Your mummy went back to the Lloyd Manor in Anning Hill. She said that there was an emergency in the clan and she needed to go back to deal with it." "Why don't you go back there with mommy as you used to do?" asked Spencer, who was in his arms Malcolm's jawline tightened as he explained awkwardly, "Because there's an urgent mission at the Bureau, | can't leave. | have to work overthere. Tomorrow at the latest... maybe the day after tomorrow, | will go and pick up your mommy personally.” Chad and Anthony looked grim, and although they could tell there was something wrong with Malcolm, they didn't expose him in front of the kids.

Spencer bowed his head and looked upset, "Daddy, I'm panicking because | can't see mommy." He put his little hand over his heart and looked at Malcolm weakly.

Malcolm felt a strange pain in his heart. His face turned pale and he could not speak.

Molly struggled out of Anthony's arms to get to the ground, running to Malcolm's feet and cradling his knees .

"Daddy, | miss mommy. | can't sleep without mommy." Being pestered by the two children, Malcolm tried hard not to show it, even though he was upset.

He frowned, feigned anger, and pretended to lay Spencer in his arms on the ground.

"I've already told you that your mother is busy. You're already five years old, yet you're so disobedient and want to pester her.

Also, you hugbut say that you want mommy. Then go and look for your mommy directly.” Spencer was afraid he was going to put him down, and immediately his little arms wrapped around his neck and his little head lethargically against his strong shoulder.

"Daddy, don't be mad. I'm just had an IV and I'm tired." When Lyra was around, the kids tried everything to get rid of Malcolm and take over her.

With Lyra gone tonight, the kids were desperately dependent on Malcolm, who was the one person they trusted more than Chad and Anthony.

Spencer breathed weakly in his arms and whispered uneasily, "Daddy, Molly and | had a dream tonight. We dreamt that mommy was hurt and that she didn't want us anymore. It's fake, isn't it?" Malcolm's face paled, and he nodded, suppressing the pain in his chest. "Of course it's fake." He answered lightly and bent down to hold Molly by his legs. He held the two kids tightly in his arms and held the ends of their red eyes against their small foreheads to dispel their uneasiness.

"Chad, go to the next closet and get two blankets.” "Okay." Malcolm spread his long legs and sat down on the sofa, placing the two kids next to each other. With the blankets, Molly and Spencer slept by his side.

Seeming to be really sleepy, and having their daddy around, the two kids were very well-behaved.

He gently rubbed their little heads and stroked their backs to help them sleep better.

After a rough night, the two little ones sniffed their Daddy's scent and fell asleep after a while.

Chad and Anthony were watching, and little stunned.

Chad had no idea that the crying kids in front of them would behave so well in front of Malcolm.

Was it kinship? Anthony looked at Molly's lovely sleeping profile and was silent for a long tbefore he said, "You've done a really good job as a father." The fact that they trusted Malcolm so much showed how well and carefully he had taken care of his children all these years.

"But Malcolm, what's Rara up to? | know you're lying. | want to know the truth." Malcolm looked down at the two children on his lap and said in a calm voice, "Since you're here, | can't hide it from you. | don't plan to hide it. There's sinformation in the desk drawer. Just take a look yourself." Anthony was about to get up, and Chad got to his desk before he did and didn't want him to touch Malcolm's office.

After reading the information, Chad was too stunned to speak.

Anthony's expression was deep and serious. He was grinding his back teeth with depression.

"Malcolm, Rara has been missing for 12 hours from afternoon until late at night. You actually had the tto sit in the office and smoke and drink just now. How could you let her down?" "Keep it down. They're asleep. If you wake them, I'll have you carried out in the morning.” Anthony knew he shouldn't overreact in front of his children. He took a deep breath and asked quietly, "What are you going to do now?" "Wait." "Wait?" Anthony squinted at him in disbelief, "The people behind this are obviously for you. Although you have a high position in Suham, you have many enemies. You're the one who can't protect her. What if she really gets hurt if we wait any longer?" Mother and her children were linked.

Spencer and Molly both woke up in the middle of the night with a dream that Lyra was hurt, and Anthony didn't believe it was without warning.

Maybe... maybe Lyra was already hurt.

Those people were crazy. They even dared to kidnap the richest person in Crana. Why wouldn't they dare? Losing an arm or leg was nothing serious. What if she was injected with skind of poison or lost her life? The more he thought about it, the more he can't find peace.

His eyes were red with anger, and for a this emotions were out of control. Even his hand, which was holding the information sheet, was shaking.

Malcolm looked up at him and said sarcastically, "Anthony, you're forgetting. You're in a relationship. You have a girlfriend.” "Yes, | was negligent this time. | didn't protect her, but if it were you, can you guarantee you'd do a better job than me?" Anthony's face went pale.

Over the years, he'd seen how well Malcolm and Lyra were getting along, how well Malcolm was taking care of his wife, how well he was taking care of their kids, and how perfectly he was able to handle his work and his family.

Anthony asked himself and there was no guarantee he'll do better than Malcolm.

He had a lot of enemies in the business compared to Malcolm, but he didn't have Malcolm's power, and he was afraid it was going to be very difficult to find out these information by him.

Anthony got discouraged and stopped talking.

Chad said sternly, "Now is not the tto be angry. The most important thing is to find a way to save her. Malcolm, tell us your plan. We three will cup with more ideas together.”