After divorce I am a billionaire

Abigail was secretly upset and declined his invitation for a date, "No, your work is done, but mine isn't. I'm not going." Micah's back stiffened in place.

Was this a subliminal message that he didn't help her with that part of the job? He walked back, "What other urgent business is there? | can help you out and spend your birthday with you for the first time.

Abigail, do you really not want to go?" Abigail lowered her eyes, "I have spent the birthdays for more than twenty years. There's no point in having one every year." Micah took a bold step and held her hand, "This time is different. This is my first birthday with you, a special one." Abigail didn't say anything.

Dating, watching movies, having dinner and finally going to the hotel together ..

She was actually a little excited and expectant, but she continued to play it deep and didn't say anything.

Micah continued, "Before leaving home today, your mom told me she would lock the door, so even if you want to return, you can't. You can only come with me." Abigail was really speechless.

Was she her real mother? Why was she so anxious to betray her daughter? Micah seemed to notice her upset expression, as if she was taunting, and explained, "Abigail, don't worry. She is doing this because she loves you too. I'm your fiancé. She's at ease with me by your side." Abigail was moved, "What movie are we going to see?" "So pick a great romantic movie?" Abigail nodded secretly. Well, there was still progress. At least he did not say to go to see horror movies or science fiction or criminal investigation movies.

As the president of Matton Corp, she wanted to skip a few hours of work this afternoon, and no one dared to say no.

The two soon left Matton Corp together and drove to the Grand Arcade movie theater, where they bought popcorn and Coke to start their date time leisurely.

* For half the afternoon, Lyra was busy planning this new e-sports venture.

Towards the end of the day, her cell phone rang.

But this time the caller was not Malcolm who was urging her to go home.

Instead, it was Anthony.

Lyra was suspicious when she picked up the phone. Anthony seemed to be in high spirits and his tone was relaxed, "Rara, do you remember when you said you would take me to dinner before you returned to Crana? How long has it been since you returned home, and when will you honor your promise it? You haven't completely forgotten, have you?" Lyra was momentarily mute.

She was busy dealing with the disease of mania at night, the Lloyd's Corp business and Anne's identity during the day.

She did get busy and forget it.

With her hesitation to answer, Anthony helped her think of a reason, "I know you have ambitions and you're not willing to stop at the position of being the richest in Crana. It's okay to be busy and forget it. Do you have time tonight?" "Okay, I'll call Malcolm. I'll talk to him where to eat, and call you back in half an hour." After all, it was Lyra who gave the promise because Anthony took care of the babies, so Malcolm didn't argue with her but decisively agreed to help choose the gourmet restaurant afterwards.

More than half an hour later, the dinner stuff was handled.

To avoid having Anthony be forced to endure their affection later, Lyra called Melissa and asked her to join them.

Siblings and couples, eh! At least there were all male and female, looking coordinated.

Malcolm and Anthony drove to the restaurant alone, and Lyra arrived late with Melissa in her car.

When the two young women arrived at the place, Malcolm and Anthony had been waiting at the entrance of the restaurant for a long time.

Both men were tall with handsome faces, standing like guards at the edge of the restaurant.

From a distance, it was an extremely attractive landscape.

The moment he saw Lyra, Anthony's eyes didn't leave her face and he walked over two steps ahead of Malcolm.

"Rara, you must have had a busy day. Are you tired?" Lyra first glanced at Malcolm who was sullen and stood by the door, and replied, "It's okay. | just negotiated about an investment contract before coming here. But Melissa accepted a new job. She will have a lot of jobs to deal with in the future.” She said as she walked side by side with Melissa and approached Malcolm.

Melissa took a big step back and stood in line with Anthony.

Malcolm took Lyra's hand and joked lightly, "Since this is a thank-you dinner, how come you didn't bring the watch | bought you tonight? Is it because you didn't like the gift | gave you?" Anthony looked at his watch, which was already slightly worn on his hand.

"Mr. Malcolm, the gift you sent me is too valuable. | am afraid it will be accidentally broken, so | put it at home ..." He touched the watch where there was abrasion, and continued, "I used to have a neat freak. And | thought | don't like the used things, but | know until now, | am a person of nostalgia. | had neat freak because | just haven't met the person who can make me change." Malcolm's eyebrows tightened and his face looked slightly cold.

Others people may not understand, but he always felt that Anthony's words had a different meaning.

The atmosphere at the door became a little unusual because of Malcolm who was a little upset.

Finally it was Lyra who broke the inexplicably weird atmosphere, "Well, don't stand around outside. Melissa and | have been busy all afternoon and are hungry. Let's go in and order." The four quickly shifted positions and sat in the private room.

Seating assignment was an natural occurrence Lyra and Malcolm sat side by side and Anthony and Melissa sat side by side.

This was an upscale barbecue restaurant where waiters brought a selection of fresh meat and vegetables to the table.

He was about to help with the grilling when Malcolm took the grilling tools from the waiter.

"Get out. I'l do it." Malcolm didn't think the waiters here would be as good as him in terms of barbecue skills.

As he got up to grill the meat himself, Anthony stared across the table at Lyra and launched into small talk.

"I remember you loved barbecue when you were little, but | didn't expect when you grew up, your taste don't change much. | remembered when | was a child, | took you to the grassland for horse racing and had a picnic on the grassland when you were hungry. And you loved to eat the mutton | roasted.” Lyra looked up at Malcolm's face and saw that he had no particular expression before she opened her mouth and prepared to answer.

Before she could speak, Malcolm was the first to answer Anthony.

"The roasted mutton is still a thing of the past. She has always disliked nostalgia. She likes to grasp the present and look to the future, just like she loves the food | cook now. What do you think, Anthony?" Anthony's blue eyes looked slightly bitter, and he lowered his head without saying anything.

Lyra was very pleased with Malcolm's remark, and said in a delicate tone, "After all, | know how your cooking skill is developed. It means a lot." Anthony looked at the two who were affectionate, and drained the glass of wine in his hand.

He felt alone and miserable, smiling and blessing, "Malcolm, you're her choice. | hope she will always be happy. You must protect her." "However, even if one day in the future you can not protect her, I, Spencer and Momo's godfather, will always stand behind the three to protect them.” Malcolm's bony hand was holding a tool for grilling meat, and after hearing his words, he stopped grilling.