After divorce I am a billionaire

The situation on the small basketball court was getting more and more intense.

The two seemed to have entered a tense real fight with each other now.

They didn't entered the state before, and they were still warming up.

The sound of fist to the flesh made the honeydew melon in Molly's hand almost fall.

"Jesus! There's blood all over Anthony and Chad. So scary!" Spencer chatted with her calmly, "Chad's body is covered with Anthony's blood. Anthony can never beat Chad." He saw that Molly's little face turned pale with fright, and immediately stretched out his little hand to cover his sister's eyes.

"Don't watch it. Children should not watch this bloody fight. Be careful. When you go back at night, you might have nightmares." "Ugh... you're also a child. Why aren't you afraid?" Spencer raised his chin and looked arrogant, "Because I'm a brother, a man." Molly pouted, feeling very dissatisfied, "I'm not afraid. Although I look flustered and nervous, I'm also looking forward to who will win. I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to sit here and see the result of the bet between Anthony and Chad!" She was so angry that she didn't even eat the honeydew melon, and continued to watch Anthony and Chad fight seriously.

The outcof the bet was undecided, but Lyra and Malcolm arrived at the basketball court first.

"Mummy ~ Daddy!" Molly took the initiative to run over and called softly, "How did you know we are here?" Lyra: "I went to Spencer's ward and found that there was no one there. So | asked Uncle Jimmy, and cover when | learned that you are on the basketball court.” "Oh, then Daddy and Mommy, let's watch the fight together~ There are still melons and fruits to eat!" Malcolm bent over and cradled Molly in one of his strong arms, but his dark eyes kept staring at the two men still fighting in the middle of the basketball court.

"What happened to them? Why does the fight suddenly start?" Molly: "Anthony made an appointment with Chad. The loser will wear small skirt to take pictures and go shopping, and clean the laboratory toilet for a month. Spencer even adds an extra condition to Anthony. He will serve as Chad's attendant for a month if he loses." Lyra and Malcolm were speechless.

Both men were 30-year-old. Why were they still so immature? Lyra's eyes also fell on the two men fighting on the field, especially Anthony, who was covered in injuries and clearly at a disadvantage. He was not much to Chad, but he had to hold on.

"It's tto end. They've already fought this point. Why are they still serious?" Lyra asked with a sullen face.

Spencer cover and explained, " Anthony and Chad have signed the life-and-death contracts. A lawyer has drawn up the contracts to act as a referee. " Lyra knew her kid too well. "It's your idea?" Spencer didn't lie but nodded, "It was Chad who said that he had an appointment with Anthony a few years ago. He was too busy, so he forgot. He's free today, so he'll fulfill the bet." Malcolm recalled, "There was such a thing." Lyra stared at the intense fight on the basketball court, "It's enough to just make an appointment. Looking at their posture, do they have to die before it ends?" Malcolm followed her gaze and found that she had been staring at Anthony, who was seriously injured, and he furrowed and felt secretly unhappy.

The tone was envious for no reason. "Are you worried about Anthony?" "What?" Lyra stared at him inexplicably.

With a sullen face, he quickly yielded in front of the gaze of his wife, "It's true that the fight is a bit too much. I'll stop them and decide who will win according to the injury.” Spencer stopped him.

"Daddy, you can't participate. This is a matter between Anthony and Chad. Since they signed a life-and-death contract, they should bear the consequences. It should not be up to you to decide who wins or loses.” Malcolm stopped talking.

Among men, fights were normal.

What was more, even if Anthony was seriously injured and a leg bone was broken, he felt normal.

Lyra didn't think so.

She squatted down, looked at Spencer, put both hands on her son's thin shoulders, and asked softly, "Is it you who let them sign it? You really want Anthony to die in this bet?" Spencer blinked his eyes and shook his head, "How boring if he dies? He can only pay off the debt towhen he lives." Lyra was startled, just didn't expect him to say that, but didn't think much of it.

As a child, it was normal to say anything.

She rubbed her baby son's little head and said earnestly. "I know Anthony. He's a man who won't admit defeat. Once he decides to win, even if he really loses his life, he has to fight to the death. It could be life-threatening. That's what you want to see?" Malcolm watched her instructing her son and defending Anthony, frowned so tightly and was jealous for no reason.

Puff- In the middle of the basketball court, Anthony had fallen down for countless time.

He choked several mouthfuls of blood. This fight might have made him break a rib, causing serious injury.

But in order to win and to fulfill the second request Spencer gave him, he held his breath and tried a few times with his trembling arms, trying to get up from the ground.

Spencer looked at him and felt a little uncomfortable.

Lyra smiled, looked at the soft-hearted expression of her baby son, and said at the right time, "When he is alive, you can see him wearing a pink skirt, and can see the dignified CEO of Callahan Group will be Chad's attendant. Isn't it fun?" Spencer thought so too.

He ran a few steps in the direction in which Anthony fell to the ground, and said loudly, "Anthony, | changed my mind. | want you to lose. In terms of injury, it's Chad's mercy. You've already lost!" Anthony no longer struggled to get up, but lay on his back. His weak and painful blue eyes wewre staring at the sky, but he was smiling.

It was a smile which showed that he could finally relax.

Since Spencer had added one more condition to this bet, he had long guessed that Spencer didn't want him to win. Spencer just wanted to see him try his best, only to be abused by Chad.

Today was Anthony's suffering day.

Spencer was really like his dad, a scheming brat.

With a relaxed smile, Anthony coughed, "I admit defeat.” Chad wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, was completely unaware that he was a tool man, and took the initiative to step forward and extend a hand to Anthony.

Anthony glanced at him and stretched out his arm to accept his support.

"Can you stand still?" Anthony said lightly, "Well, | can't die." "Why do you sound so infuriating? From tomorrow onwards, you will be my attendant, so be polite to your boss." Chad put on airs.

Anthony smiled slightly, "Okay." He was supported by Chad and limped to the door of the basketball court, where Lyra, Malcolm and Molly were all standing.

Molly broke free from Malcolm's embrace and ran over to him, giving him a distressed greeting, like a small talkaholic.

Malcolm's face grew grim.

His wife helped Anthony, and even his daughter helped Anthony. The inexplicable sense of crisis made him very uncomfortable.

As soon as the two approached, Chad looked up and saw Malcolm's face.

"Bro, what's wrong?" Malcolm looked at him and said coolly, "As the deputy director of NIB, it's a shto compete with Anthony who has not been trained for many years and his limbs are deteriorating, because you're injured too. It's really humiliating. From tomorrow on, wear skirt and clean toilet for a month. You do it too." "What?!" Like a bolt from the blue hitting Chad's head, it made him bewildered.

How can he still fulfill the bet after winning! He was so aggrieved.

With a bitter face, he wanted to cry but without tears, "Bro, | am wronged." "Not happy with that?" Malcolm hummed, "Then cto my office tomorrow morning and | give you a high-intensity training session in person?" Chad's back froze. His cold sweat poured out, and he twitched the corners of his mouth and said weakly, "I don't dare to make you work so hard. I'd better wear a skirt to clean the toilet!"