After divorce I am a billionaire

Malcolm sighed, remembering what Fifteen had just said, and feeling incredibly guilty.

"Hurry up. | caused her to live so hard over the past six months. | always have to pay her back something so that | won't feel guilty.” Chad wanted to say something but couldn't.

He didn't owe Miss Lyra any more! But Chad knew that his boss loved Lyra too much and wanted to please her in every possible way.

His love was too humble! Chad really felt bad for his boss, yet there was nothing he can do about it.

Lyra was awake.

The first thing to do was to check her body if there were obvious hickeys.

On the small sofa, the quilt was neatly folded.

It seemed that Malcolm didn't take the opportunity to sleep her last night.

He actually was willing to give in and sleep on the sofa. It turned out that he was an abstained man the the rumor she heard was wrong.

She still remembered all those things that happened last night before she got so drunk that she was unconscious.

But last night, because of alcohol, she was not very sensible.

The Malcolm thing was so fishy. She needed to check it out again.

When she found out that the old Mr. White had invited her to breakfast, she declined. But when she remembered the things about Malcolm, she accepted it anyway.

At the dinning table, she took advantage of the interval when she was chattering with the old Mr. White and tentatively interjected.

"Rudolph, I heard Mr. Malcolm cback only six months ago? | saw him in person last night. He's quite handsome, but how cthere are rumors that he is ugly?" The old Mr. White did not change his face, "After he gains a foothold in Suham, too many celebrities want to pursue him. He doesn't like them, so he deliberately let people spread the rumor." "I see." Lyra smiled and continued to ask, "So has he always looked like this now?" "Or what?" the old Mr. White gave her a quizzical look, a very natural expression on his wrinkled face.

Lyra smiled even wider, "| just saw Mr. Malcolm. He's so handsome. | was wondering if there are photos of him before.” "There are really no photos. Malcolm the kid hates taking photos." Hate taking photos? This was quite similar to Melvin.

She was silent and continued to eat her breakfast.

Back in the car.

She thought again of what Sylvia had told her earlier at Peachpuff.

Sylvia said "He is also quite poor. He cback from the army in a mission six months ago. His whole body was covered with blood. And his wound was serious. | heard he vomited blood every day. My grandfather was frightened ..." Melvin died six months ago, and Malcolm returned to the White Manor six months ago, scarred and bruised.

Could there be any connection between the two? To answer her questions, she made a phone call to Sylvia.

"I'm so flattered. You took the initiative to call me!" Lyra asked with a sullen look, "Sylvia, the main reason | called you today is to ask about Malcolm." "Wow!" Her tone was meaningful, "l understand, Lyra. What do you want to know? I'll tell you everything!" "Six months ago, when exactly did Malcolm go back to the White family?" Sylvia on the other end of the phone thought seriously, "It's been too long. | can't remember much." "So, for Malcolm at present, do you feel different?" "No, he was sent to the army since he was a child. He rarely cback over the years, especially after fifteen years old. He didn't cback until six months ago." After fifteen years old and he never returned to the White Manor? It was quite strange.

Lyra continued, "Last t| heard you say he was injured when he cback six months ago. Where did he get hurt? Did he hurt his face and back badly?" "I'm not sure about this. I've never seen his injuries. I've only heard from the servants at grandpa's, but it's true that he was badly injured. And during the time, he was fighting for power with uncle. He was in a wheelchair at that tand wearing a mask." After asking, she felt that there was not much particularly useful information.

Lyra exchanged a few pleasantries with her and hung up the phone.

Fifteen, who was driving in the front row, asked curiously, "Miss, why are you suddenly so concerned about Mr. Malcolm? Last night, did you have a chemistry last night?" Lyra was too busy trying to figure this out to pay attention to his garrulousness and just said, "Fifteen, | always feel something strange. It feels like Melvin isn't dead.” Fifteen did not believe, "Miss, how is this possible? Before the accident, Mr. Melvin had serious injuries. He went there single- handed. The chance of survival is very little. And Nineteen watched the cremation.” "So is it possible that the body is a fake? That someone of similar stature to replace him?" Fifteen thought seriously, "It's possible. But if Mr. Melvin is really alive, why doesn't he cback to you? He used to be dying to be by your side every day." That was what Lyra had never been able to figure out.

She looked out of the car window, and Malcolm's face from last night gradually appeared before her eyes.

The way Malcolm looked at her was well disguised, but she always felt like she knew her. And his habitual gestures he would make when he was nervous, were exactly like Melvin.

How could such a coincidence happen? But why were there no scars on his body? The burn that was caused by S40 was sure to leave a scar, and the scar was difficult to be completely removed.

It looked like it was tto ask Collin.

She went to the new building of Angle Group first. The decoration was basically perfected. She had to select a good day in a few days, then she can turn over all the business of Frayton to here.

Coming to the top floor president's office, she sat down in her chair, and Fifteen was standing guard outside the door.

She checked Collin's schedule for his flight and learned that Collin happened to be off today before she called him.

"Collin, is there a drug at the lab that is particularly effective at removing scars so that the skin can be completely unmarked?" Collin: "No, no drug can restore skins to this extent. Why are you asking this? Are you hurt?" Lyra hurriedly shook her head, "No, | was just curious." "If you want the skin to be completely restored without traces, I'm afraid you have to have a facelift and do a skin replacement surgery. The best technology in the world is currently in Howheudor.” Lyra was silent for a long tbefore she spoke seriously, "Collin do you... know that I'm engaged to Malcolm?" "I know, what's wrong?" "Malcolm, he seems to be a part of National Investigation Bureau. His whereabouts are completely hidden. It's not easy toto check it but if you can, can you find out if he has any flight records out of the country in the past six months?" Collin was wondering, "Why do you suddenly want to check his exit record?" Lyra just laughed, "I'm engaged to him. So, | just want to find out more about him." That made sense.

Collin was a little skeptical but didn't say much, "Yes, but it's really not easy to check Malcolm's schedule. It will take a little time." "How long will it take?" "As soon as possible. Tomorrow afternoon." Lyra stayed up all night.

For the last six months, she had not been sleeping particularly well.

But the last two nights she was alone with Malcolm and she slept unexpectedly well and didn't wake up for almost the whole night.

Perhaps tomorrow, all doubts can be answered.

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