After divorce I am a billionaire
Chapter 375 Brother's wine is really not ordinary

At the sound of Lyra's voice, the woman looked ta her, and the smile on that stunning little face was gentle.

"Miss Lyra, long time no see. It's Christmas' Eve, how are you and Mr. Malcolm doing?"

"Very good, Miss Ethel. You don't have programs today? Then how come you didn't go back to reunite with your family? Who let you into the Anning Hill?"

"The bodyguard at the foot of the hill let me in. Miss Lloyd, don't get me wrong. My endorsement contract with White Corp about the Rossi Project is about to expire. I heard Mr. Malcolm is here, so I came in person just to talk to him. I hope he will give me another endorsement opportunity."

Lyra narrowed her cold eyes incredulously, "Miss Ethel, you're the most sought-after star, and now you need to personally talk business? Are your agent and the company all just idle?"

"After all, White Corp's endorsement contract is not easy to get, and I'm afraid the agent team can't handle it. I don't want to miss this opportunity to make money, so of course I have to do it myself." Lyra looked at her askance, not believing her at all.

If she was really looking for Malcolm and could get here in Anning Hill of the Lloyd Manor, then she was really well-informed.

Ethel smiled with arched eyebrows. She was not yet twenty years old, but her beautiful eyes were more mature than Keira's, who was the same age with her.

She looked to the villa, "Miss Lloyd, your family reunion is so lively today. Is it convenient to invite me in?"

"It's all family, not convenient."

Lyra decisively refused and didn't make it nice with her.

"Well, it seems you have prejudice of me." Ethel didn't feel embarrassed and still smiled.

"It's getting late. I'll have my bodyguard send you down the hill. Malcolm has something to do. I'm afraid he won't even talk to you about endorsement cooperation lately. Please go back." Lyra did not bother to continue to argue with her and directly evicted her.

Lyra had not returned so Collin was not quite at ease. He came out all the way to look for her, but in the moment of seeing Ethel, he stared at her.

"What brings you here?"

Hearing it was Collin's questioning voice, Lyra turned around and looked at her brother in wonder, "You know each other?"

Ethel didn't say anything, and Collin didn't have much expression on his face.

"Not familiar, just met a few times on TV. Rara, it's cold here. Come inside with me."

Collin came out with a fur cloak. He put it on Lyra, and carefully wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

Again, he told the bodyguard on duty at the entrance, "Send this young lady down the hill."

After the order, he wrapped his arms around Lyra and led her back to the villa without giving Ethel an extra look.

Ethel didn't leave and stood in the doorway for a long time.

She watched the backs of both Collin and Lyra for a moment in silence.

The cold wind blew her hair, covering the chill in her eyes.

It was only when the two disappeared completely from sight that she turned away and was led down the hill by the bodyguard.

On the way back to the villa, Lyra kept watching Collin's demeanor and noticed that his expression was weird since he saw Ethel, yet she can't tell what he was thinking.

Lyra could only ask tentatively, "Collin, you don't seem to like that Miss Ethel very much?"

"I can't say I like her. I don't know her well." Collin was expressionless, then he said: "Instead of caring about this, you should care about whether Malcolm is having a good time later."

What happened to Ethel really didn't matter much compared to Malcolm.

She did not continue to think deeply and immediately went into the villa's hall.

Micah and Collin had already brought the prepared wine to the coffee table.

Three small glasses which were full of wine were placed in front of Malcolm in a regular manner.

Lyra quickly step forward to look at the liquid in the glasses. The color was clear, like good wine.

But Lyra, who knew her brothers too well, knew exactly that Micah would not really let Malcolm drink three simple glasses of wine.

She looked to Micah, "Micah, can I drink this stuff? It looks pretty good. Why don't I try it for Malcolm first?"

"Don't!"

"No way!"

They shouted in unison, and all were so excited that they stood up and rushed to stop her.

Lyra hadn't even touched the rim of the glass before Kathleen took her by the arm and led her to the couch.

"Lyra, I know you love him, but you can not interrupt this. Don't worry. Your brothers will not kill him. He made you accidentally pregnant before marry! Later, no matter what happens, it's the punishment he should receive!"

"But..."

"It's going to be okay. Trust me," Kathleen said this, patted her hand and kept reassuring.

Malcolm stood unassumingly across the coffee table, quietly looking at Lyra.

He bent down and took the lead in taking the middle glass representing Collin and toasted in Collin's direction.

"Mr. Collin, this is the last time I call you that. When we meet the next time, I hope to call you Collin!"

Collin raised his eyebrows and gaze at him.

Meeting everyone's gaze, Malcolm lowered his eyes to the glass of wine and swallowed.

He didn't hesitate and drank the glass of wine in one go.

The liquor was very spicy that his whole mouth was on fire. It was really difficult to swallow it.

He maintained his facial expression and swallowed hard. The spicy feeling had been sliding down the throat to the stomach, burning all the internal organs like a million steel needles stabbing. It seemed that ... was mustard?

His eyebrows furrowed together and his face was red. He did not hold back and coughed a few times in a small voice.

Collin saw that his expression was well controlled and smiled, "How does it taste?"

Malcolm slowed down and gave a light laugh, "Good wine! The taste is really unique!"

Collin didn't answer. Let's see how long he can hold back.

The second glass of wine continued.

Malcolm held back the burning sensation in his chest. His fingertips trembled slightly as he lifted the glass to his right and toasted Micah, "Thanks to Mr. Micah for saving my eyes the other day!" This time, he looked into the glass of wine and did not drink it immediately.

Collin's wine was spicy. Micah's wine, what will it taste like?

Micah saw that he hesitated, and gazed at him.

Keith, the only one among them who had accepted Malcolm, reminded him in a whisper, "The taste is unusual, but it's good for the body."

After all, they all loved their sister. Micah won't really give him those torturous drugs. Three glasses of wine were actually health tonic wine, but with a little flavoring.

With Keith's assurance, Malcolm drank his wine in one go once again.

Bitter! It was very bitter!

It was a hundred times more bitter than the previous times when Micah deliberately screwed him!

Not only was it bitter, it was also sour and astringent!

After drinking it, his stomach soon flooded with acidity, and he was unable to control the desire to vomit.

To keep Rara from worrying, Malcolm swallowed the bitter wine hard, holding it back until his face turned pale and his jawline muscles tensed.

Lyra's heart thumped as she watched, "Forget it, stop drinking!"

This time it was Keith who spoke up to stop it, "No. There's still one last drink left. If he doesn't finish it, won't he suffer for nothing with the first two glasses?" Lyra stared at him and received the hint in his eyes before silently releasing her clenched palm.