After divorce I am a billionaire

Lyra thought this was a very pertinent statement.

In the White family where the traditional thinking dominated, Malcolm was now in charge. Naturally they believed in these divination things.

With a sincere face, she waited quietly for Malcolm to answer.

Malcolm, behind the back of the chair, wiped the spilled coffee stains from his thin lips, and his whole body regained its noble and distinguished aura.

"Miss Lloyd, in fact, the witch toldmy fortune too. She said that | have a strong body and | am tough. And I'll conquer those women who hurt their future husbands. You and | are really a perfect match.” Lyra was speechless for a moment. She was smiling, but in reality, her heart was already rising with anger.

She gritted her teeth and her voice was delicate, "That's quite a coincidence!" Malcolm lowered his head, but put down the cup of coffee, but did not dare to drink again.

Lyra did not want to leave without accomplishing anything, and continued to make more and more nonsense.

"In fact, there is a matter my father must have lied to you. When my ex-husband and | had sex, | was so careless that | fainted and went to the hospital. The doctor said my body is too weak and | am infertile. My ex-husband minded this and divorced with me." Malcolm, who had his back to her, quietly took a deep breath.

He was glad that he did not continue to drink coffee and did not have a heart attack, otherwise he would die from myocardial infarction on the spot.

Lyra kept saying in a pitiful way.

"You're the White family's ruler. You must want to have a child to inherit your property. In this matter, | really can not contribute to the White family, so we'd better break this engagement off, otherwise it'll be a disaster of the White family. And I'll have a guilty conscience." She complained about her fate and infertility, and was worried about their future sex life.

He should have an opinion after all, right? Malcolm kept silent for a while before continuing to answer in a hoarse voice: "I don't like children. If you're infertile, it's fine with me. Usually | am busy with work. If you don't like to have sex, we don't ...

Lyra was speechless.

Can he even tolerate this? It was not like the White family's bride had to be Lyra, so what was the point of doing this to her? She gritted her teeth and asked in as smooth a tone as possible, "It looks like you're in favor of the engagement, so it's made privately by the old Mr. White, or you? Do you like me?" Malcolm : "My grandpa made the call. | have no problem with that." He was so obedient to his elders? If his grandfather told him to eat shit, would he do so? Lyra was full of anger.

She had tolerated again and again and cannot bear for any time! She was sick of Malcolm.

The first impression of him was already too bad.

She didn't bother with any more nonsense, got up and smoothed the folds on the back of her skirt and asserted herself.

"I'm not afraid to tell you the truth. | actually have someone | like. I'm very dissatisfied with this marriage contract. | believe you do not want to marry a woman who has feelings for another man. Anyway, | have to withdraw this sooner or later. If you can tell it to your grandpa to fulfill my goal, | owe you a personal favor. And we can still be friends in the future.” "That's all | have to say. I'll leave now." She cast a condescending glance at the man behind the chair, turned around and left without looking back.

Malcolm never turned around.

Lyra's words "have someone | like" stabbed him in the heart.

His long and curly eyelashes drooped slightly. His eyes gradually turned dulled and his handsface was discolored.

Lyra made her way downstairs and out of the courtyard of Malcolm's villa without.

Just as she walked to the door, she suddenly glanced at an extremely fast figure who dodged past the side and hurriedly went to the back door.

This seemed to be ...

Chad? But how could Chad not say hello when he saw her and sneaked away from the side? Lyra felt strange.

She hadn't been drinking alcohol today, so she shouldn't be mistaken like she did last night. It was Chad.

After a moment of contemplation, Lyra turned back and re-examined the villa.

She remembered that before Chad left, he said that he was going to run an errand for his new boss.

If she was really right just now, could it be that Malcolm was his new boss and Malcolm was also from the National Investigation Bureau? She also recalled the rumors from Frayton Police Department about the National Investigation Bureau that their boss wore a mask and had an ugly face, so it might really be Malcolm.

However, none of this was her business. The marriage must be canceled anyway.

Behind the black curtains of the villa's study, Malcolm's black eyes watched everything in front of the villa.

Lyra's petite figure was standing in the doorway. She was ignorantly looking at the window of the villa's study.

Chad ran wildly all the way upstairs to the door of the study when he almost didn't slow down and run through.

He gasped and calmed himself down because he was shocked by what he saw.

"Boss, Miss Lyra is here all of a sudden! You should have told me. Just now she almost saw when | entered the door. Fortunately | dodged quickly." Malcolm did not say a word and the atmosphere in the room was grim.

Chad moved closer to him, "Boss, what's wrong with you?" "Lyra said she has someone she likes ...," his tone was soft and low. And he looked sad.

He thought, after he almost died for her once, she would leave a corner in her heart for him. However, it seemed to be an extravagant hope.

Chad followed suit and went silent.

It had only been six months, and she had a new man she liked so soon? Chad was a little heartbroken for his own.

He wanted to persuade his boss to give it up. Nevertheless, he knew his boss" character too well so he can only coax.

"Boss, don't think too much. You're Malcolm, not Melvin. If she doesn't like you or love you, you can pursue her again. Anyway, you look different from before now. Miss Lyra probably can not recognize." Six months ago, he was burned by a fire in the abandoned warehouse.

After coming back to solve the White family's unrest, he quietly went to Howheudor to have a facelift, and now his face had recovered very well, but still had 50-60% of resemblance to the original face.

He ignored Chad.

It was impossible that Lyra can not recognize him. She was shrewd. As long as she saw his face, she would immediately notice it and becsuspicious.

On the way back, Lyra was still mulling over the engagement.

Since Malcolm was not willing to cooperate, the engagement was not expected to be broken off before the welcoming party in three days.

Son of bitch! The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. How could the position of the richest man be stolen by such a son of bitch! It was really too stifling.

She was so motivated that she went to make arrangements to build a branch of the Angle Group that day to expand Frayton' business here as soon as possible.

Keith had a great influence in the entertainment industry, and he was the man who held most of the power in this industry.

Then she, Lyra, would be the woman who controlled the other half of the industry! After a busy afternoon, Lyra finished selecting the building site and started arranging for the interior decoration of the company.

Eleven called her out of the blue.

"Miss, Mr. Vincent's family knows you're back. And they're in the Lloyd's hall right now, saying you hurt him with acid and demanding justice from your father." As early as she made her status public, she knew Vincent would look for an opportunity to sue her while he had the chance.

She just didn't expect him to be so impatient.

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