After divorce I am a billionaire
Chapter 367 Farewell to an old friend

Lyra's eyes were downcast. Her expression was cold, and she did not say a word.

The plaintiff's attorney raised his hand and continued, "The defendant does not refute because she is weak-minded and she did shoot Mr. Charles Lance that day. Your Honor, we recommend that she be taken into custody first ..."

He was making a well-founded complaint against Lyra when the paralegal, who was taking notes on his laptop next to him, suddenly received an email.

The paralegal opened the email, read the first two lines and he was shocked. Hurriedly, he turned the computer to Princess Cayley.

Princess Cayley read the email carefully. The more she read, the more her eyes turned red and she sobbed uncontrollably, losing control of her emotions for a while.

The paralegal had to interrupt the trial, "I'm sorry, Your Honor, our plaintiff has an emotional breakdown and requests another recess!"

The Lloyd family's legal team was preparing to wait for the plaintiff's attorney to finish and come up with the trump card that Anthony was not the adopted son and the evidence that Lyra was defending herself to fight back.

Suddenly the court was adjourned again and everyone was confused.

However, during this recess, Princess Cayley suddenly withdrew the case without warning.

This battle of rulings seemed to be conceded by Princess Cayley?

Lyra wondered what was written on the computer's screen when she saw Princess Cayley's grief-stricken face as she looked at the laptop before it was adjourned the second time.

Or did Princess Cayley finally choose to back down because it was a royal scandal after all?

She was led out of the courtroom with Keith.

Just as they reached the lobby, Princess Cayley and Harrod walked out from the other side.

The two sides saw face to face.

Princess Cayley glared at Lyra, not hiding the disgust in her eyes.

"Lyra Lloyd, you should thank Anthony for walking out on your feet now instead of being handcuffed and taken away as a suspect. If it wasn't for him, I would never have let you go!" Thanks to Anthony?

Lyra was perplexed.

Princess Cayley snorted condescendingly, turned her head and walked away, not giving her a chance to ask questions.

Keith patted her shoulder, "Rara, don't think about it so much. In any case, it's okay if things work out."

"Hmm." Lyra nodded.

Coming out of the lobby, Lyra saw a man leaning against a limousine at once. The familiar handsome figure made her anxious heart feel as if it had found a home in an instant. It was Malcolm.

She immediately trotted up and put her small hands through his open black coat and wrapped her arms around his strong waist, feeling the warmth of his body.

"When did you wake up? Is there anything else that's uncomfortable? While Micah is still at Suham, I'll have him clear all of your ailments!"

Having just met her and heard her words of concern, Malcolm stroked her head contentedly, wrapped her slim body in his coat, and circled her firmly in his arms.

"I probably woke up while you were in court. Don't worry. With Micah's medical skills, I won't any illness in my body."

The worry in Lyra's heart was relieved.

Malcolm leaned close to her ear and said in a small but mysterious voice, "Rara, there's a place I want to take you to."

"Where?"

"You'll know when we get there." His voice was gentle as he opened the car door and carried her up to carefully put her to the car seat.

Then he turned back and said to Keith and Micah, "Brothers, I will borrow Rara first. Christmas's Eve is around the corner. I will express my thank to you formally on Christmas day."

With an understanding expression, Keith waved impatiently, "Hurry up and get out of here. I don't want to see you displaying your affection."

Micah had little expression and no answer.

Chad drove on and waved at Isla, who was standing behind Micah and Keith.

Isla immediately and gleefully went to open the passenger door and sat in it and smiled happily.

Once their car was gone. In front of the court gate, Micah stared at the limousine, felt displeased and retorted coldly, "He borrows her as if he would return her to us."

Keith snorted, "Micah, that's not very moral of you. Why didn't you just say that in front of Malcolm?"

Micah gave him a cold look, "Get the hell out of here and go replace your girlfriend."

After saying that, Micah turned his head and left.

Keith looked at his back and sighed helplessly, only daring to say in a very low voice, "This is simply your nature. No wonder you can't replace a girlfriend for so many years!"

Chad drove the car all the way to a private airport.

Lyra looked at the airport building and wondered, "Malcolm, why do you bring me here?"

Malcolm, with a smile and no explanation, took her hand, clasped it with his fingers and led her up to the airport building.

Isla, who was dumbfounded, was about to follow them out of the car when Chad held her down and shook his head. Isla understood and obediently sat with him in the car and waited. Malcolm took Lyra along and made their way up to the fourth floor.

Through the glass, Malcolm pointed outside, "Rara, look."

Lyra followed the direction he pointed and looked over while feeling puzzled. Through the glass, she saw a person's back walking up the stairs in front of Malcolm's private aircraft. This back was so familiar, like ...

Her eyes were red and she stared unbelievably out the window.

The man walked up the highest step and slowly turned back around. Standing outside the plane's cabin with his arm held high, he was waving in Lyra's direction.

Although there was some distance, Lyra clearly saw his blue precious eyes and the doting smile, as if a silent farewell to her.

She was shocked, but did not forget to wave to Anthony in response.

Anthony saw her response and contentedly turned his head to enter the cabin.

It wasn't until the hatch closed that Lyra turned her head to look at Malcolm, "Malcolm, what did you do?"

How did Anthony leave on his private aircraft?

And how would he still be alive ...

She clearly watched Anthony get shot and fall down.

Malcolm looked at her seriously, as if he knew all her inner questions and patiently answered them one by one.

"The feud between Anthony and I has been settled. Princess Cayley withdrew the case because she received an email from Anthony to her."

"Originally, I was going to bring him to the court for testifying and proving your innocence, but he didn't want to live as Anthony or Charles Lance anymore. So he asked me not to make it public that he's still alive. And he wants to leave quietly and goes to another country for a break."

He reached out, tenderly stroked her cheek and continued, "The day when we were in the church, you were so nervous that the bullet missed. I knew you actually couldn't let him die, so I spared him."

Her teardrops slipped down. Lyra felt both moved and incredulous, "He did that to you and hurt you like that. You were willing to let him go off?"

Malcolm gently wiped away her tears. His dark eyes were filled with tenderness, "Because I can't bear to see you sad and guilty because of his death."

"Thanks."

She hugged him tightly. Her tears were welling up in her eyes, but she was overwhelmed with joy.

But this time, Malcolm didn't reach out and hugged her.

Feeling the unusual behavior, Lyra immediately let go of the embrace and raised her little face to look at him, "What's wrong?"

He lowered his eyes and his tone sounded a little bit jealous, "I heard you were able to tell Anthony's preferences in court without fail. You really know him ... well."