After divorce I am a billionaire

Smoking? He just received the punishment, and now he was still in pain. How dares he...

Malcolm sighed helplessly, and cast a reassuring look at Lyra.

As soon as Malcolm left, the two kids clung to Lyra completely and did not let go.

"Mommy! Mommy! How did Daddy find you?" Molly blinked.

Spencer also said, "Daddy said you were back at the Lloyd Manor to do business, but | overheard the conversation between daddy and Chad that day, and knew you were missing." Hearing her brother talking about it, Molly suddenly remembered another very important thing.

Well, she was going to complain! "Mommy, you don't know. Daddy has been very arrogant recently. He hadn't cto see us for many days. Last time, Spencer and | caught him smoking in the office! Drinking too! He's not good! Mommy, teach him a lesson!" Lyra chuckled, and gently pinched her little cheek, "If your daddy hears your complaint, I'm afraid you will be taught a lesson first." Molly's complexion changed, and she retracted into Lyra's arms again, "I'm not afraid! I'm not afraid! You will protect me. He should be taught a lesson!" Lyra stifled a laugh.

There was constant laughter in the ward, and with the arrival of Lyra, the two little kids were very cheerful after the gloom disappeared.

Coming out of the lab, Malcolm went to find Lucie.

Lucie was placed in a high-end hotel owned by White Corp.

The downstairs was guarded by police and bodyguards, and the door of the hotel room was also guarded. The entire hotel did not accept guests tonight, except for one guest, Lucie. The monitoring was so strict that not even an ant can crawl in.

Malcolm was not in a hurry to go upstairs, but sat on the sofa in the hotel, listening to Brad's report first.

On the tablet were sphotos of simple items taken by Brad. There were many photos, and no details were missed.

One of the most important photos was the gold bars found under the floor tiles in the back room.

"Boss, I've already checked. There are logos of HCY Bank on the gold bars. That bank is a joint venture with a foreign company.

The head of the bank is from Atria, and he is not in the country at the moment. The bag of gold bars in Lucie's his the best on the market. Totally, that's worth two million dollars." "Besides the bag of gold bars you mentioned, there are also ten gold bars hidden in the floor tiles under her bed. The numbers of the two batches of gold bars are different, and the banks are also different. The ten gold bars under the bed are very damp and should be stored in a long time." Malcolm looked stern. His brows were slightly frowned, and he tapped the tablet with his fingertips, turning the pages of photos one by one.

In such a poor small residence and small family, before saving Lyra, Lucie had already hidden ten large gold bars, and stored them for a long time.

This was not normal.

"Have you found out about her husband and son?" Brad nodded, "I've found them. There are a few yellowed group photos in the drawer in the back room. It looks like they're her husband and son. Boss, if you scroll down, you should be able to see the photos." Malcolm continued to turn the pages meticulously.

Brad was still saying, "The group photo of Lucie's family has no plastic package and it is not framed. The edges are yellowed, covering most of her son's face." "According to the investigation, Lucie's son died many years ago. She and her husband often quarreled and had disagreements.

In the end, her husband moved out and went to the city to make a living. She never heard from him again." So Lucie said before that her son and her husband all went to work in the city and would cback once during holidays, which was all a lie.

Her son had passed away a long tago, and she had been separated from her husband for many years. She had always lived alone on the mountain in isolation.

Malcolm just turned to Lucie's family photo on the tablet.

The photo was very old, and the yellowed and faded edges were very obvious. It can be seen that it had been sealed for a long tand had not been taken out.

In the photo, Lucie and her husband stood side by side when they were young. She had a smile on her face and held their young son in her arms, while her husband had a serious face and no expression.

Because the son's figure was in the upper right corner of the photo, his face had been completely blurred, and he can only faintly see the mouth which has a bright smile.

Judging by his height, Malcolm can probably guess that he was around seven or eight years old.

Malcolm tapped with his fingertips, zoomed in on the photo, and examined it carefully.

"Can you find out when and why Lucie's son died?" Brad shook his head, "Because they live in the mountains, their son has no household registration at all." He didn't even have a household registration, so how could he find out the death data? Malcolm's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and he faintly felt that there was something tricky inside, "Did you find her son's grave on the mountain?" Brad shook his head again, "The cemeteries on rural hills usually don't have names. | really can't find them. I'm afraid | can only find out after asking Lucie." Malcolm stopped talking and flipped through the photos silently.

A few minutes later, a police officer who had been guarding the door of the hotel room went downstairs, "Mr. White, Lucie couldn't stay any longer. She insists on leaving, and she is yelling and wants to go home..." At first they were able to appease her, but now Lucie becmore and more agitated, as if she was about to hit someone.

Fearing that she would make a fuss, the police had to cand report to Malcolm.

Malcolm closed his eyes, turned off the tablet and handed it to Brad. Then he got up and walked to the elevator.

The police immediately took him there.

As soon as they went upstairs and walked on the corridor, they could hear Lucie's shrill voice yelling something in the dialect.

Although they didn't quite understand it, the cursing sense was obvious.

Forced to stay here for the whole afternoon, Lucie was about to collapse. Her previous gentle image could not be maintained, and she only thought about how to get out of here.

With one hand in his pocket, Malcolm walked over at a leisurely pace.

As soon as Lucie saw him, she fell silent instantly, turned around and entered the room angrily, and sat back on the bed.

Malcolm gestured at the two officers and closed the door behind him.

He entered the room alone.

He took a soft chair from the window, placed it directly opposite Lucie, and sat down slowly.

Subconsciously, he took out his hand from the pocket, wanted to touch the cigarette case, but found nothing.

He withdrew his hand, stroked the texture of the watch with a cold expression on his face, and his tone was so deep that no emotion could be heard.

"Didn't you agree that | would treat you to dinner and treat you well? You just stay here for a while. Why do you want to leave?" Lucie twisted the hem of her sackcloth with both hands, and sighed helplessly, "Mr. White, | am very grateful for your hospitality, but | have been a village woman all my life. | have never stayed in such a high-end and luxurious hotel. | really don't like it. | can't get used to it, Mr. White. Please letgo back.” Malcolm sat lazily, raised his eyes and said, "Lucie, don't be afraid. No matter what your purpose is for saving Rara, I'm grateful to you, and | won't do anything to you." Lucie looked away unnaturally, "I don't have any purpose. | went to pick mushrooms after the rain and happened to meet Lyra who was injured. | really like her from the bottom of my heart. | don't ask you to thank me. If it happens again, | will still save her." This was true.

Malcolm believed that when she saved Lyra, she was sincere.

His eyes lightly narrowed, and Malcolm curled his lips, "It's fine for you to leave here, but you have to answera few questions honestly. As long as you tellthe truth, I'll let you go immediately .” Lucie was nervous and swallowed hard.

"You... what do you want to ask?"