After divorce I am a billionaire
Chapter 601 Travis is caught and helps Malcolm avoid misfortune

Charles' face was full of wrinkles, and he smiled very kindly, "Since I was a teenager, I have been working here. At that time, I went with the driver to pick up Mr. Rudolph from school. Time flies really fast. I didn't expect me to be here for half my life."

Lyra nodded and said, "No wonder grandpa trusts you so much. You're such a faithful and reliable butler. It's White family's blessing."

"I'm so flattered to be praised by you."

The atmosphere was harmonious, and they both smiled.

When they were about to go down to the first floor, Lyra continued to ask tentatively, "Mr. Charles, you should be the one who works longest for the White family now, right? Then you should have met Malcolm's parents, my parents-in-law."

The smile on Charles' face gradually disappeared, and he said in a little dejected way, "Yes, I had met them before. Mr. Denis is Mr. Rudolph's favorite and eldest son. When he and his wife died, they were still so young, leaving only the young Mr. Malcolm alone."

Think of these things, he sighed with emotion, "At the beginning, Mr. Malcolm lived a miserable life. He had no parents and was so small at that time. Mr. Ryan and Mr. Denis all wanted the power. As the eldest grandson, he lived a hard life. Fortunately Mr. Rudolph raised him himself. Although Mr. Rudolph was very strict, he helped Mr. Malcolm block many backstabbing and dirty tricks."

"Backstabbing and dirty tricks?" Lyra quickly seized on the key words in his words, "It is true it's more eventful in rich and noble families and there are more dirty ricks."

She paused and took the opportunity to ask Charles, "He was such a small child but someone still played tricks on him and back-stabbed him. His parents really died in a car accident? Not human-made?" Charles was confused, "Why you ask so? At that time, Mr. Rudolph was a powerful man in the military field. He did the investigation of the accident on his own. There can be no mistake."

Lyra observed Charles' expression. There was nothing abnormal and it seemed that he really did not understand the situation.

Rudolph personally closed the case and judged they died from the car accident.

However, Ryan said it was not a car accident, but something else, even man-made.

Who was lying?

With Rudolph's shrewdness, did he really not know the truth?

If there was another reason, he did not even tell his most trusted servant, which showed that he attached great importance to this matter.

She can't think too much about it because the more she thought, the more she felt there were a lot of problems, especially Rudolph's attitude which made her very suspicious.

"Mrs. White? Mrs. White!"

Seeing that she was in a trance, Charles called her several times before calling her back to her thoughts.

Lyra: "What?"

"Why do you suddenly want to ask about Mr. Malcolm's parents?"

"I just feel I've never met my parents-in-law before. It's a pity, so it's not a big deal. I'm just curious about them."

"I see."

Charles expressed his understanding, "Madam, we've arrived at the villa gate. Are you back to your home or go to the garage to drive out?"

"Go to the garage. There are a lot of things in the company to deal with. Don't worry about me. For White family's lanes, I'm now very familiar. I won't get lost."

Since she was not willing to let him see her off, Charles did not say anything, but bowed respectfully, and watched Lyra leave, "Madam, take care. Drive safe." Lyra nodded slightly and went to the garage.

Charles stood at the gate of the villa, watched her back disappearing around the corner, then turned back to continue to serve Rudolph.

*

Ted was particularly effective at tracking down.

Before that night, he found Travis who was ready to aboard an unregistered cargo ship.

Travis planned to leave Crana quietly, but was caught on the spot at the dock.

He was no match for Ted's group of professionally and trained soldiers.

He could not run on the land, and almost drowned himself by jumping into the sea.

Finally, Ted led the group of soldiers to save Travis who cried for help, and handcuff him.

Travis was very desperate, "Malcolm is too ruthless. He really wants to kill me! Why not turn a blind eye and let me go!?"

"Let go of me! Are you going to take me back to the hall to be whipped? Or to serve my sentence in the prison?"

"I won't go there even I might die! I want to see Malcolm!"

Ted and the group of people didn't want to talk to him, but he was too energetic, like the last struggle before death, and keep clamoring.

They were really vexed and directly tore a seal to glue his mouth.

"Ryan is recently in a small room of NIB. Mr. Malcolm invites you to experience with him together."

Would he be locked down in NIB?

Travis soon stopped struggling. As long as he wasn't whipped or sent to the hell of prison, he still had a chance. The bureau would release him in a week at most.

But it turned out he was too naive.

Ryan didn't make a big mistake and was an elder. And Malcolm let him live in a single room. Although there was lacking of resources, at least he didn't have to share the bathroom with others. However, he was thrown into a group of people.

There were more than a dozen grown men, no beds, and only one toilet.

There was a bunch of suspects who committed crimes, and those were not small cases.

Travis was thrust into the room. As the door was locked, he grabbed the iron railing and kept shouting, "I want to see Malcolm! Let that son of bitch see me!"

As he was just locked there, he directly called the director of NIB the son of bitch. Although it was a very dirty curse, his arrogant attitude made him look like he was a superior young man who needed to be taught a lesson.

An officer was so annoyed that he didn't bother to say a word to him. He locked the door and left, leaving his haughty back.

"You stand still!

Travis shouted from the iron gate, but the officer was already far away.

He always felt spooky and uncomfortable with all the eyes watching him.

He looked back fearfully and looked around.

There were many people, all shapes and sizes, in this room. And they were looking at him.

He had never been in a place like this before, and suddenly he was not as cocky as he was at the beginning.

A man nearby asked him, "Hey, newcomer, what did you do to get in here?"

Travis clenched his fists and his handcuffs were shaking, "I'm framed by Malcolm White. He refuses to have anything to do with all kins. He wants to kill me." Malcolm White?

Even if none of these people had anything to do with NIB, this name was familiar to everyone in this city.

Everyone looked at each other, not quite believing him.

"Who are you? Why does he do this to you?"

"I'm his cousin. He took power away from my father by any kind of means to get where he's today. Now he wants to spare non and kill everything. He's a son of bitch."

Travis decisively exposed his identity because he thought he could scare this group of people. During the days when he was locked there, he could recruit a few attendants so he could live better here. But what he didn't expect was that the strongest man in the room was from the mob, and he had a grudge against the bureau.

As soon as Travis said that, his hair was grabbed and pressed against the prison door with a loud bang sound.

He screamed. It was completely too late to react. And his head was almost dizzy by the blow.

The big man pulled his hair and held him down. He gnashed his teeth and said, "Malcolm White cracked down gangs last time and captured many of my brothers. He also brought me in. I hate him."

Travis was confused.

He tried his best to phrase to clear himself, "Malcolm White harmed you so it's none my business. Why are you hitting me?"

Instead of letting go, the big guy pulled him even harder, so hard that he almost ripped off Travis's scalp.

"He's too powerful for me to do anything about him, but I can take care of his cousin and vent my anger out!"

Travis felt wronged.

Oh shit, he was simply a doormat. He was locked up and even became a punching bag to block the misfortune for Malcolm.