After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 496

Callahan Residence.

The two bodyguards, who had returned from Lyre Spiti, limped upstairs and knocked on the door of Shane's study.

"Come in."

The two of them held each other in misery.

Shane was annotating a document and noticed the two moving inexplicably.

"What's going on? Where's Rebecca?"

"Mr. Shane, Miss Rebecca is staying at Lyre Spiti and is not coming back."

Shane put down his pen and raised an eyebrow in interest, "That's not bad, so why don't you two follow her? Do you come back for what?"

The bodyguards looked bitter, "We're forced out by Mrs. White. She had Eleven beat us both. Saying we should go back to wherever we come from."

Snap-

A teacup flew to the feet of both men.

The tea splashed everywhere and the sound was appalling, signaling his anger.

"Useless things. Get out."

He grimaced, held his forehead and rubbed his temples. He had a nervous headache.

Melissa was tightly regulated and Rebecca was too simple to make things work.

It was tricky.

He annoyingly opened the drawer and took out a transparent crystals that were colorless and tasteless like rock candy.

He inhaled violently, stimulating his nerves, which made him feel comfortable quite a lot.

Knock-knock-

The door to the study was knocked on again.

He put the crystal away and put it back in the drawer while keeping his countenance.

The person who came in was Tom, the butler.

Tom stepped forward and respectfully handed something over to Shane's desk with both hands.

Shane looked down at the mud-stained penthouse key.

It was the key he gave Tom.

"Where did you find it?"

Tom: "It's in the garden, hidden in the dirt, under the grass. With only its golden side is exposed. That is why we have searched all night and found nothing."

Shane picked up the small key. His fingers were stained with dirt.

He rubbed the earth carefully. The clear crystals made him pleasant so it was rare that he didn't lose his temper immediately.

"Tom, tell me your guess."

"At last night's party, only Mr. Anthony came close to me because he bumped into me. I suspect that it was Mr. Anthony who purposely buried the key for fear that he would go exposed."

Shane listened quietly and analyzed the matter in a clear and organized manner.

"He didn't bury it. It is impossible for him to leave such obvious traces. If he really buried it, the key would be buried deeply. I'm afraid you couldn't find it in years."

"So, he should have tried to return the key secretly. But he found out that I was alert. He panicked and threw it out of the room, and that's what happened."

Tom nodded, "You're right. That should be the case."

Shane laughed slightly and eerily. Gradually, he turned cold, and soon became furious.

With rage, he directly threw all the papers on the table to the ground, even the computer was smashed.

"Anthony! This bastard!"

The key was taken by him, and the missing potion on the top floor must have been stolen by him.

He really did conspire with Lyra to set him up.

At the end of the conversation, he put the gun in his hand and heaved it onto the table with a loud pop sound.

He instructed the butler methodically, "Counting the time when the potion was stolen. Malcolm is expected to have finished checking the ingredients of the potion."

"While he is still collecting evidence of my crimes, dump all the remaining potions and liquid in the penthouse. Glass containers should be smashed and buried in the earth. Even the boxes containing the potions should be all burned. To ensure not a single trace is left."

"And those rooms on the top floor. Anything that looks like it would arouse suspicion, destroy it all. Have the servants take a disinfectant spray and clean it up."

"The penthouse must be packed up by tonight. No delay."

The butler nodded, "If you want to leave no trace, why not just take it out and throw it away? Mr. Shane, you bought those potions at a high price. If they are destroyed, you have to lose a lot of money, right?"

In times of crisis, the small amount of money meant nothing.

Shane looked serious, "Malcolm White may have sent people to quietly guard outside the Callahan Residence. It'll be too flamboyant if they throw things around. It's easy to be caught. Just do as I say."

"Yes, Mr. Shane, please rest assured."

The butler stopped arguing and nodded his head and immediately went to do it.

When the butler left, Shane got up and straightened his collar. The he went out of the study and went up to the top floor.

Opening the heavy iron lock on the top floor, he entered the third room on the left while looking steadily forward.

After he opened the door, a thin woman weakly slept on the bed. Her hands were bound by heavy chains. Around her wrists, there were deep circle of strangulation marks.

Shane walked straight over, sat on the edge of the bed, helped her untie all the chains, and patiently rubbed the red marks on her wrists.

His voice was gentle, "Mom, don't blame me. You had said that you would give anything to me."

"Now that Anthony, your most hated bastard, has joined forces with Malcolm to harm me. Only you can help me."

He took Caitlin patiently into his arms, with his palms gently smoothing her back, but his eyes looked cold.

Seeming to smell something familiar, Caitlin blinked gently, and her thoughts cleared up a little.

She lifted her eyes to her handsome, awe-inspiring son and smiled in a content but sickly manner.

"Shane, mommy's favorite son. As long as it's what you want, even if it means asking me to die, I will fulfill you."