After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 307

Lyra was confused.

And she was furious at what he said!

Why did he think this way?

And just last night, she told him that she was not the kind of woman who was double-minded, so he had forgotten so quickly? Or did he not believe her at all?

She was about to separate his arms with brute force and give him a good lecture, but suddenly noticed his position curling up in a ball .

Last night, when she sneaked into his bedroom and turned on the light and saw him, he was hiding in the dark and his whole body cowering on the floor and against the door.

Having previously studied psychology, she knew well that this was a sign of extreme insecurity under tension and anxiety.

Her heart ached violently.

Since Malcolm got sick, under the pain of illness and mental anguish, he seemed to have developed some psychological problems.

In front of her, he became very sensitive and inferior.

Obviously, he was afraid of losing her, but he felt that he didn't deserve her.

His heart had been conflicted and struggling.

For some time now, Lyra had been losing track of what he used to be like.

Once upon a time, he was haughty and indifferent, seemingly always high above the world. When doing work, he was decisive and cold-blooded.

He was such a reserved and noble man, but became humble in front of her.

Lyra's chest felt like it was being pounded by a heavy hammer. It hurt so badly that she could barely breathe.

She eased her emotions and lay down behind him. Her arms wrapped tightly around him, whispering with her gentle voice softly.

"You're the handsome. You're Mel. For the rest of my life, I just want you."

He was held by her, and the tense muscles of his body gradually relaxed.

His arms moved away to reveal his unbelievably handsome face.

He asked uncertainly, "Really?"

Lyra wrapped her arms around him tighter, with her chin rested on his shoulder from behind. Cheek to cheek, they were feeling the love for each other.

"Whenever you are hesitant, indecisive, or even at any time, as long as you are not sure, you can ask me and my answer will never change."

She spoke softly and patiently.

Malcolm's anxious heart was calmed by her.

"Rara, thanks."

Lyra laughed, gently reminding over and over again, "We are the only one for each other, an unmarried couple known to the whole country. You don't need to thank me."

Malcolm turned around and buried his head into her arms, feeling contented.

After lying in bed for a while, the two went to the kitchen together to continue making lunch.

Malcolm cooked and Lyra helped him with the seasoning. They made dishes in a reasonable way, doing the most common and routine task with ease and joy.

Because when they got up, it was almost noon.

Lyra simply didn't go to work and gave herself a half day off to stay with Malcolm.

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Next day.

The two of them finished making breakfast together.

Lyra ate while browsing hot searches online.

She was surprised to see the headline that the Frazier Group had declared bankruptcy.

She was a little surprised and clicked in to read the news.

The Frazier family was not as powerful as the Lloyd family, the White family and the Callahan family, but it was also a family with some strength and large than other powerful families.

She did expect that this time it would be an epic disaster for them, but she didn't expect that the Frazier Group would be liquidated in bankruptcy in just a few days.

She raised her eyes, looked at Malcolm, who was concentrating on his breakfast next to her, and handed the phone over, "Mel, I'm afraid this is your handiwork, isn't it?"

Chad drove there and the two soon reached the outskirts.

Anthony was housed in a secret interrogation room in a small inn.

When Malcolm arrived, Anthony was tied to a crossed pile with his hands and feet. With his head hanging, he was unconscious.

Chad splashed a bowl of cold water on his face, and he woke up abruptly.

When his vision gradually cleared, he saw the man sitting in the opposite chair. The man was reserved and distinguished, and his face was cold to the extreme misanthropy.

"It's an honor to have Mr. Malcolm of the National Investigation Bureau arrest me twice in person."

Malcolm's face was expressionless. He did not bother to listen to his bullshit, but was straight to the point, "Do you know where the antidote for the virus in my body is?"

His eyes were slightly stunned.

"It seems Lyra has told you." He didn't intend to hide it, "Yes, I knew, from the beginning."

Malcolm: "So back at Fantalure Bar, you actually knew who I was and targeted me on purpose?"

Anthony laughed, "That's not so much. Who would have thought that Mr. Malcolm actually condescended in Frayton to become an ordinary president. In terms of hiding, you're the best."

Malcolm had little expression. His mind was clear, "Then you're targeting Rara. You planned to agree to Vincent and Caden's cooperation and seek benefits, while pretending to take the antidote to play nice, so that Rara will be grateful for you."

Anthony laughed even louder and taunted, "You're so smart. I can't believe you can analyze my thoughts at that time, and they're not wrong at all."

Just as he finished speaking, Malcolm's eyebrows knitted abruptly and cold hostility pervaded.

Chad understood and immediately took a stick to beat Anthony's stomach heavily.

Anthony gritted his teeth and grunted, and blood soon dripped from the corners of his mouth.

The pair of blue eyes can not hide the pain.

Malcolm poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip, leisurely admiring his expression and adding, "Originally you thought you had a good plan. You didn't expect that there was a variation, so you planned to act recklessly and get me killed."

"If you have known it, why ask me?"

Malcolm poured a second cup of tea, "Between you and Rara, what kind of deal was made?"