After divorce I am a billionaire

Malcolm ignored her. His eyes were cold and his voice was icy. "Where's Lyra?" He asked The woman was startled and her expression becmore and more rigid.

"Honey, what are you talking about? I'm Lyra, your wife." Malcolm got up, walked to her feet, looked down at her, and repeated patiently, "I said, where's Lyra?" The woman always played a fool, lowered her head and did not dare to look at him.

"I don't understand. You're being ridiculous. I'm out of here." She tried to get up, but Malcolm grabbed her by the neck and held her back.

At close range, his red eyes had a ghostly light, and his murderous intent was more menacing than the torture devices on the wall.

"My patience is limited. If | don't get the answer | want, | will make you suffer more than death.” He would never take pity on such a damned woman.

The woman was so overwhelmed by his presence that she struggled desperately to free from Malcolm's hands, but she couldn't do anything about it.

"You... When did you see through me?" The woman asked with difficulty. Her neck was in pain that she directly cried.

This face, when it hurt, she looked just like Lyra.

Malcolm's fingers trembled uncontrollably, releasing his grip and letting the woman fall to the ground.

He turned around with his hands behind his back, no longer looking at the face that would upset him. The he said coldly, "The day | rescued you in the county, | had already begun to doubt." The woman was shocked, "Why? | look exactly like her. Although the voice is slightly different, | have been deliberately pretending to be hoarse." For this mission, she had learned Lyra's manners, expressions, and every little thing she had learned for a long time.

But she was actually on the first day in front of the man seen through.

Malcolm lowered his eyes and did not look back at her. His voice was calm as he said, "The ruby ring on her left ring finger has been worn for five years and could not be removed. Even if the ruby is cut open and forcibly removed, there would be any marks on her finger." The woman gasped and silently touched her left hand.

"To ensure your identity, | used Spencer and Momo's hair to secretly do a paternity test with you. | went to ten military hospitals and obtained the sconclusion for fear of an accident.” He went to a small table in the corner, picked up a stack of identification papers, and threw them in front of the woman, "See for yourself." The papers were scattered on the floor, and the woman didn't even have to look at it to know what the result would be.

"That was you in the back of Rara's car the day of the Irribo Tunnel accident, wasn't you?" The woman held her breath, and did not expect him to even guess these.

"You deliberately approached Rara. The accident in the tunnel was something that Frank could arrange. The purpose was to catch Rara. She was trying to escape the truck and drove the car down the ravine. | don't know where it went. Frank replaced Rara with you. What is he trying to do?" Malcolm turned slowly and bent over, putting his long fingers on the woman's chin, and examining her face.

"You must know a lot of his plans. If you confess, I'll consider letting you off the hook." The woman's mouth held a trace of sneer, and she laughed until her tears were out.

Even if Malcolm let her go, her boss won't let her go.

"I don't know if the Frank you're talking about is the boss who orderedto be an impostor, but | really don't know any of his secrets. I'm just doing things with money. | don't know anything. I'll do whatever my boss says." "What did he tell you to do?" The woman was stunned. "He askedto get close to Lyra Lloyd... After | succeeded, he asked his men to tieup in a hole in a tree on the top of the mountain. He said that | would be Mrs. White from now on, and that all the money and power would be mine." Malcolm tightened his grip on her chin and said, "I want to hear everything about how you got close to her and how you succeeded. Rara is not stupid. If you meet her with this face, she won't let you get into the car without any defense.” "You've been talking about Spencer and Momo for the last couple of days. Did Frank tell you to get close to the kids and figure out a way to get them out?" At the end, the strength of his fingers increased again, and hatred and anger surged in his black eyes. Even his voice was muffled with suppressed rage.

The woman frowned.

Her jaw hurt like it was about to break.

She shook her head under Malcolm's pressure and said, "I'm sorry. | can't remember many things. | really don't know. I'm only under the control of others. Please letgo." Malcolm laughed instead of getting angry, released his hand from her chin, and smoothed the cuffs of his shirt.

He straightened his back. His cold and murderous eyes looked contemptuous. "You'll remember. | don't think anyone knows the whole story better than you do." "Originally, | just wanted to negotiate with you, but you are not willing to confess. Then | have to resort to other means." The woman was frightened by him to tremble. He regarded his tone of voice and choking her neck as negotiation? What about his non-negotiating attitude? Half an hour ago, she was trying to sleep Malcolm because of his look and body, and now she can't wait to get away from this horrible man.

Malcolm said nothing more and turned to leave the brig.

He went out for a minute, and the door opened again, and in cthree men.

One of the men, the woman knew him, was Brad.

Brad was put his sleeves up, and he'd got a lot of swagger.

The woman retreated to the corner, with no way to escape, "What do you want to do? You..." Outside, Malcolm wiped his hand that just touched the woman, then wiped it a second twith a sterile wipe.

Leaning against the wall, he fished out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket and opened it. There was only one cigarette left.

Without Rara around, he'd been so presumptuous lately. He'd smoked the whole pack.

His eyes darkened slightly as he picked up his last cigarette, lit his lighter, and puffed in the dark tunnel.

Here was a quiet secluded cell in the suburban woods, and only the rustling of leaves could be heard.

Every room in the brig was soundproof, and Malcolm couldn't hear the woman screaming in the room, even though he was leaning against the door.

Ten minutes later.

The door opened.

Brad walked out and respectfully reported, "Boss, it's done. She's willing to tell us everything." "Good." The emotionless response was clearly a compliment, but it didn't sound like a compliment.

Malcolm had just finished smoking his cigarette, crushed the butt with his boot, and went back in the brig.

The woman lay in the middle of the empty space, panting with difficulty. Her thin fingers were trembling badly. There was no blood on her white skirt. Her clothes were intact, and her skin was not even red, swollen, or bruised.

But she was sweating profusely, and when she saw Malcolm cin, her whole body was shaking with pain.

When NIB interrogated stubborn felons, it always used a sharp, efficient and fast approach.

Malcolm sat back in his chair, and his face was blank. "This is the last chance," he said