After divorce I am a billionaire

Lyra hummed twice with arrogance, "Then we'll see.” They were looking at each other with a strong desire to conquer.

Crana was a long way from Atria, more than 20 hours by plane.

With Malcolm's company, Lyra wasn't lonely at all on this trip.

The two leaned over the plane window and watched the first rays of sunlight.

And they watched the mountains with clouds stacked up.

And they also saw the extremely beautiful sunset glow.

Lyra pointed to the clouds in the sky that was flushed with purple and red, playfully smiling and teasing Malcolm.

"Do you like that color? When we get off the plane and check into the hotel, I'll give you a coat of fuchsia on your skin, okay?" Malcolm wrapped his arm around her waist, "It must hurt. You sound cruel but you definitely can't do that to me." Lyra tilted her head and placed a shallow kiss on his chin to represent her answer.

Indeed, she couldn't be that cruel.

Although it was Malcolm's disobedience that led to the exotic honeymoon this time, what was done was done, and she hoped the business trip would be a sweet and unforgettable experience.

The long 20 or so hours passed quickly because it was a harmonious duo between husband and wife.

The two entered Atria's territory as they had hoped, and it was after 9:00 p.m. when they got off the plane.

There weren't many people at the airport, but the few people that Nil Grey had arranged to pick them up had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing Lyra and Malcolm walk out of the aisle hand in hand, Nil Grey's assistant Quinn exclaimed and jogged over enthusiastically.

"Mr. Malcolm, you're here too!? What an honor! | am so honored for welcoming both the richest woman in Crana and the most powerful Mr. Malcolm of the National Investigation Bureau.” Malcolm held Lyra's hand tightly and smiled in a friendly way, "My wife is on a business trip, and I'm just accompanying her as her little assistant for a few days this time." Quinn was looking back and forth enviously between the two, "Mr. Malcolm has such an enviable relationship with your wife." With the praise, Malcolm seemed to be very receptive and did not let go of Lyra's hand from the beginning to the end.

"She's tired. Please lead the way to the hotel.” "Okay, okay." Quinn bent down and made a gesture of invitation, respectfully leading the way while inviting the two to get into the car.

Ten minutes or so later, they arrived at the hotel.

Quinn handed over the room card of presidential suite, "Mr. Malcolm, this is the hotel room prepared by Mr. Grey for you and your wife. It's late. You must be tired. Please rest early tonight with your wife. The day after tomorrow is the bidding meeting.

There will be a special car to pick you and Ms. Lloyd up from the hotel.” Malcolm casually took the room card from her hand, "The tender will be the day after tomorrow. It's her first tin Atria. I'd like to take her out tomorrow. Do you have any good places to recommend?" Quinn thought seriously, "I wonder if Ms. Lloyd would be interested in visiting the Great Museum of Atria to learn more about our country's customs and culture? In addition, if Ms. Lloyd likes it, | can ask Mr. Grey to show you around the Grand Castle." Lyra thought about it, "Museum is better." "Okay, I'll ask Mr. Grey. Whenever you want to leave tomorrow, givea call and I'll send a special car and someone to show you around the museum.” Lyra nodded gracefully, "Thank you." "You're welcome.” Quinn left with her bodyguard.

The staff of the seven-star hotel immediately cforward and sent Lyra and Malcolm to their room with VIP courtesy.

With a click, the electronic door lock of the room was automatically locked.

Lyra narrowed her eyes and grabbed Malcolm's tie with her long, slender fingers.

That was preemptive.

Malcolm did not resist but looked at her eyes in a gentle and doting manner. He allowed her to take his tie and lead him to the bedside.

Lyra pressed against the back of his waist with her palm and pushed him on the bed.

Then she straddled on his waist.

"Mel, are you ready for your punishment?" Malcolm curbed the lustful meaning in his dark eyes, like a dog listening to his wife, "You're going to start so soon?" "Why not? I'll beat you up for not being active and reckless." Malcolm stifled a laugh and took advantage of Lyra's trance as he immediately rolled over.

In an instant, his petite wife was pinned back underneath him.

Lyra's hands struggled, but he imprisoned her wrists, lifted them above her head and pressed them to the bed.

Malcolm, who had recovered from illness, had good physical strength and strong hands.

Lyra was not weak either, but compared with him, she was still not as strong as him.

She was deflated unhappily and grunted, "Bored. | can't resist. Mel, you're still a little cuter when you were injected with 023 special drug.” Malcolm was suspicious, "That means your husband is strong, right?" Lyra shook her head fervently, "I still prefer the delicate, sickly, frail Mel that | can bully." Malcolm digested her words for a while, looked at her oddly and was slightly hurtful, "So you don't like me, but handsyoung boy?" Lyra watched his expression and gave him a mischievous smooch on his cheek.

"I don't it. | just like you. | like you whatever you look, but | especially like you when you show weakness." That was implied quite clearly.

Malcolm was very agreeable and dutifully loosened the shackles on her.

But his arms, which were still braced, circled her beneath him.

"Rara, it's been a hard trip. Why don't we take a shower together? Tonight | want to be in the bathroom and make good on the bet we made." "Bathroom?" Lyra thought for a moment and smiled, "It's a romantic place. I like it." Receiving her affirmative answer, Malcolm picked her up in his arms and headed straight for the bathroom.

With the sound of clattering water, the bathroom heated up with a hazy mist.

The water poured down, making Malcolm's exquisite looking body wrapped in water droplets.

Lyra found a bath brush from somewhere.

While Malcolm was concentrating on wetting his body in front of the shower, she snuck up behind him, aimed at the tip of his dripping buttocks, and waved the shower brush playfully and badly.

Snap! "Ah hiss!" Malcolm was in pain and was about to turn around when Lyra grabbed him by the waist.

"Brace yourself! Don't move. I'm punishing you. Raise you buttocks higher!" Malcolm shook his head helplessly and chose to indulge.

The sound of crashing water accompanied by the sound of Malcolm's being beaten.

And occasional grunts of pain were weird and harmonious.

Seeing that he was well behaved, Lyra did not beat him hard.

The force was just right to tickle Malcolm.

He wanted to have sex but could only brace himself against the wall and get his ass beaten by his wife hard as hell.

Lyra noticed his expression and asked, as she had hoped, "Forget the bet we made? Are you going to cry like begging for mercy?" Malcolm endured it.

It was okay to beg for forgiveness. There was no shin giving in to his wife.

But it was not okay to cry. It was too humiliating.

Lyra didn't stop beating him with the shower brush while stroking the tip of his ear.

"As long as you cry and beg for mercy, | will not only let you go, but | will also let you do the poses you want as you wish. Don't you really want to think about it?"