After divorce I am a billionaire
Chapter 302 I don't want anything, just you

Malcolm was satisfied, "Good point. I'll give you a pay raise."

"Ahaha, thank you boss! Boss, you and Miss Lyra are a perfect match ..."

Garrett looked at the distant backs of the two men. His eyes were red with anger, and slammed his fist into the ground.

After they went back to Lyre Spiti, Malcolm immediately looked straight and instructed Chad, "Keep the pressure on the Frazier Group three days at most. Bankruptcy, liquidation and property forfeiture. I want the Frazier family to never get up again!

"Okay."

He continued: "Irene has done a lot of evil things before. Her family always help her afterwards. Go to the underground network and post a reward. I want the evidence. Help Rara send Irene to jail!" The Frazier family now was fallen out of favor, so there would certainly be a lot of people adding insults.

With the pent-up resentment for years, now these people can take advantage of the opportunity to step it on. Certainly they would not miss this good opportunity.

"Boss, don't worry. I'll do it carefully!"

After arranging the business, Malcolm looked at the sky outside.

It was winter and it was raining so it was dark early.

By this time, it was completely dark outside.

Malcolm's eyes drooped and he felt a little bit desolate.

Lately, Lyra had been going out for a whole day without making any phone calls in the middle of it.

He looked at the time and it was after seven o'clock.

It was another day when Lyra was late and he collapsed on the couch in dismay and disappointment.

Chad sighed as he watched him listlessly from the side, "Boss, thinking about Miss Lyra again?"

Malcolm ignored him, sadly looking out the window at the peaceful and quiet garden.

Lyra's car was parked at the corner of the two hundred meters away the White Mansion.

Her face was cold and she sat quietly in the car, listening to Eleven's report.

"I'm sorry, Miss. Our men were spotted by him and lost him after a few detours. We were not able to follow him."

Lyra's face sank even deeper.

Eleven's head dropped even lower, feeling frustrated, "I'm really sorry..."

"Forget it, after all, he is trained in the elite army. He is not weak. And he is smart. It's easy for him if he wants to get rid of you guys."

She looked at the unfamiliar number Anthony had left on the the scrap paper, and recited silently, "Have you checked this number out?"

"The serial number is indeed from Crana. Although it doesn't have a real name registration, our guys chased down the number's current location and it's in European Swye." European Swye?

Lyra narrowed her eyes, thinking carefully.

She remembered that Anthony's mother was from European Swye, but when she was little, she had never heard Anthony mention his mother or say a word about European Swye. Except for those blue eyes, he seemed to be a native of Crana.

Could it be that... he had private contacts with European Swye?

Could there be any ulterior motive?

"Check out Anthony's mother. I want details, and check out the last six months of European Swye flight records to Crana for any suspicious arrivals. Give me a list."

Eleven was confused, "Miss, six months of flight record is too many. It is very time-consuming. Even if Mr. Collin checks the data personally, it is not so easy."

"It's okay. Take your time. I'm not in a hurry for the results on this one."

The phone rang.

It was Malcolm's calling.

Unknowingly, it was already eight o'clock. It was estimated that he was still waiting for her.

When she thought of him, Lyra felt sweet.

She turned on the mute, didn't answer, and said to Twelve who was in the driver's seat, "Turn around, go to the Mia Grand Restaurant next door, then back to the White Mansion."

Malcolm, who was in the living room, waited until his heart was cold when the sound of door opening came.

He rushed to the door.

The moment he saw Lyra, he pounced on her, circling her waist. It was so tight that his arms shook.

This was a tormented day. If she continued to let him wait like this, he would be a statue.

Lyra was caught off guard by his hug and took a step backward before she could stand.

She was afraid that he would spill the soup in her hand if he moved like this, so she hurriedly raised her arms to keep the soup away from him.

She lightened her tone and coaxed, "Today is Thanksgiving. According to custom, we need to eat roast turkey, but I got off work too late. And I guess it will oo late to make it myself, so I went to the restaurant and bought ready-made. That's why I was delayed a bit."

Malcolm buried his face in her neck, sniffing her nice scent. His voice was muffled.

"I don't need to eat roast turkey ..." He just wanted her!

Lyra sighed quietly and wanted to stroke the back of his head to soothe it, but found herself carrying roast turkey's packing bag in both hands.

She had no choice but to use words to calm him down, "Okay, are you hungry? Let's go and eat first. I'll stay with you every day after the busy work, okay?"

"So how long before you're not busy?"

"Maybe... is just a few days away."

Malcolm's displeasure was written all over his face, "What's going on with the Angle Group these days? You're going to be busy for a few more days?"

Lyra was stunned and thought before saying, "I recently recruited a group of new artists. Doing training. After all, they just come here. I have to personally train them so I'll feel at ease. And then... also planning some new cooperation. Really busy."

Malcolm was feeling uncomfortable all over his body, resting his head on her shoulder.

Lyra was a career-typed woman, and it wasn't the first day he knew it.

But... he was dying. Can't she spend more time on him?

But these complaints, which were with personal emotions, he will never say them to her.

He supported any decision or choice she made.

Even if she said she would leave him now, he would not stop her.

Lyra was also out of her mind, thinking about Anthony.

It wasn't until the soreness came from her hindquarter in this position that she came back to her senses, "OK, let's eat roast turkey."

It was a meal with two people with their own thoughts each.

After dinner, Lyra went to his bedroom to keep him company for a few hours until bedtime and then went back to bed in the next room, as was her custom.

Just sitting on Malcolm's bed, Lyra suddenly remembered that there was something wrong today. Chad hadn't even reported on his medication tonight. "Have you taken your evening medication?"

Malcolm blushed and had a moment of hesitation, "No."

Those drugs were not very useful at all, but also very bitter. He just did not want to eat.

"Wait, I'll go get you ready."

Lyra got up and went back in a few minutes with warm water and a box of pills.

Malcolm lifted his face to look at her. His tone was weak, "You're late tonight. Is there a feeding service to treat me for waiting so hard?"

"Okay, I'll feed you."

She sat down, dotingly rubbed the back of his head, skillfully drank water, kissed him, channeled the water into his mouth, and stuffed two pills at once.

The action was very fast.

But it still was not hidden from his eyes.

Malcolm finished swallowing and immediately wrinkled his eyebrows, "Rara, you want to be lazy. You need to feed one by one!"

Lyra had a busy day today without a break, so she would have liked to do it less time.

She was angry, "You have to take a dozen of medicine every day, so I have to kiss you the same amount of time. Will you not get tired of it?"

Malcolm instantly turned wan, "You are tired of it already?"

Lyra noticed his change in mood.

As a patient, he was always suspicious and more thoughtful so she had to follow him.

She immediately kissed him two times, "No! You're so delicious. I will not get tired of it. Come on, we continue!"

Just as she was about to kiss up, her cell phone suddenly rang on the bedside table.

Lyra glanced at it, and it was an unsigned and unknown number.

But when she read the number, her eyes instantly went cold.

Why was Anthony calling her all of a sudden at this time!?

Malcolm turned back and looked at her.

"It's late. Who's calling?"