After divorce I am a billionaire

When she was accompanied by a caring friend, Mavis's mood had improved a lot during this period, and her appetite had also improved.

Anthony was busy with sdifficult business affairs of the group, and only visited her two or three times a week.

But usually he just sat and left and can't say a few words with Mavis.

A month passed quickly, and Mavis' belly got bigger.

"Listen, Ella, the baby kickedagain. A really strong baby." Ella put her ear against Mavis's abdomen, feeling the baby's movement seriously, "If you are so naughty, you must be a lively and active fat boy in the future!" Mavis disagreed, "Who says it must be a son when the baby is lively and active? Look at Lyra's Molly. She is very lively, but Spencer is quiet and mature." "That's true." The two laughed.

Ella was sitting aside, helping Mavis peel apples and counting the days on her fingers.

"Letfigure it out. Is there still at most two months before your due date?" Mavis leaned against the pillow and nodded lazily, "It should be." Ella was still counting the twith her fingers, "Anthony hasn't been here for a few days. He leaves his wife in the hospital and leaves you to the nursing workers, nutritionists, bodyguards andto take care of you. He is happy to be at leisure." Thinking about it made her a little angry for Mavis.

The smile on Mavis's face gradually disappeared, and she stopped talking.

She wasn't very happy when Anthony was mentioned.

"Mavis, now | finally understand why you want to leave him. Such a husband is really not good. You've worked so hard to conceive a baby for him, but he only comes to see you every now and then." In this matter, Mavis no longer cared so much.

"It doesn't matter. It's better if he doesn't come. | don't want to see him anyway." Moreover, Anthony didn't know that the baby was his, so he didn't care so much, and on the contrary, it relieved spsychological pressure on her.

Ella took her hand distressedly and said firmly, "Mavis, don't worry. | will always be with you. No matter what you decide, | will support you." At the stime, on an unknown island.

A young fisherman found several beautiful shells by the sea, and waved to a gentle girl not far away.

"Abbigail, | found something good. Cand have a look." The girl he called "Abbigail" was exquisite and beautiful, with beautiful eyes shining like stars. She ran towards the man, Blaze, with a smile.

"Do you like it?" Blaze put the small shells on her palm, "I'll make these shells into bracelets tonight, and also as our wedding token. How about it?" In the small island with backward technology, there were basically poor people who relied on fishing for a living.

They had never seen diamonds in their lives.

Since Blaze found Abbigail, the two had been in a relationship for several months, and their relationship was getting better every day.

Abbigail was silent and didn't answer right away.

Her beautiful eyes stared at the small white shells in the palm of her hand. They were beautiful, but wasn't it a bit too sloppy and cheap to use it as a token of their marriage? But she still agreed, "It's all up to you. Anyway, the token is just a form, and I'm okay with everything." As she spoke, she took out an old newspaper from her pocket.

This was the colorful old newspaper she accidentally found at the neighbor's two days ago. The newspaper's publication date had been a few years old, and the headline was a news reporting about Crana's new richest person.

She pointed to the woman with great temperament in the newspaper, and asked Blaze, "Do you think I look a bit like her?" Especially the eyebrows and eyes, even she herself felt that they were at least 50 or 60% similar.

But the biggest difference between her and this richest lady was their temperaments, and her aura was even more incomparable.

Blaze took the newspaper and looked at it carefully, "It does." She was very happy. "Do you think it is possible that | am the younger sister of the richest lady before I lost my memory? If it is true, she is so rich, so we can enjoy the happiness along with her?" She was yearning, but Blaze was worried.

Blaze had never read a book and could not read, so he could only point to the newspaper photo and ask, "Is her nwritten in it?" "It's written. Her nis Lyra Lloyd." Blaze's expression changed drastically.

He had never heard of this name, but he was alerted, and immediately crumpled up the newspaper she brought and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Don't read these newspapers anymore. It's not a good thing. Now that you're here, live your life steadily and don't worry about the past, okay?" Abbigail could guess what he was worried about. "I know you're worried about me. If I'm really the daughter of the richest family, how could | end up on such a deserted island?" "It's been so many months, and no one has cto find me. | have many old scars from knife and welts. My life must not have been very good." Blaze didn't hide it, "Yes, I'm afraid this Lyra is a bad woman. What if she finds out you're here and brings someone to hurt you?" To be the richest woman in Crana, this woman was absolutely extraordinary and must be very powerful.

He was afraid that the residents of the entire small island would not be enough to resist.

Abbigail retorted, "Have you ever thought about why I look like her? Maybe I'm the illegitimate daughter of the the Lloyd family?" "Is an illegitimate daughter that important?" "It's about who | am, what I've been through, and of course it's important." Blaze's tanned hands gently grabbed her shoulders in a comforting gesture, "You said that you can't remember the past. If you think about it seriously, you will get a headache, so why bother?" "Also, didn't you promisebefore that you would stop worrying about the past and only think about the present and the future?" Abbigail fell silent.

He softened his tone, "I didn't mean to be mad at you, let alone surround you and restrict you. We're going to get married soon. I'm afraid that something will happen to you." Abbigail didn't say any more, but nodded obediently, "I know, | won't bring up the past again, and | will cherish every day | spend with you." Blaze was very moved when he heard that, and hugged her tightly.

The setting sun reflected the sea surface red, casting a soft and beautiful halo on the silhouette of the two embracing each other.

The waves rose and something washed ashore.

Abbigail caught it out of the corner of her eye, and took a closer look. A ... person? She exclaimed, "Look, Blaze, is that a corpse?" The two stepped forward to check together.

It was a woman, still breathing. She was not dead, just choked on water.

Despite being unconscious, she clutched a gun tightly in her hand.

Blaze was busy giving the woman first aid for drowning, but Abbigail's attention was on the gun.

She took the woman's gun and looked at it carefully.

There were still bullets on it, unloaded.

She was startled that she seemed... very familiar with this weapon. It was a muscle memory.

The suspicion in her heart only increased, and while Blaze was busy saving this woman, she silently put the gun in her pocket.

With a puff, the woman choked on a big mouthful of water and woke up with the sound of coughing.

Both Blaze and Abbigail looked around at her, asking, "Hey, how are you?" The woman's blurry gaze fell on Abbigail's face.

After gradually seeing her face clearly, she was extremely frightened, as if she had seen a ghost.

"Jaqueline Buckner???"