After divorce I am a billionaire
Chapter 614 Get business done in the office

Lyra wasn't being polite either.

"Then Charles, you can go back first. Malcolm is busy with work. I'm afraid he won't be free for a while, and he has to get off work overtime until ten o'clock tonight. When he gets off work, I will let him return to the White Mansion as soon as possible and come to see grandpa."

Charles' face was stiff, feeling a little embarrassed.

But he didn't leave. He didn't complete the task given by the old White, and he wouldn't go back.

"Ma'am, I'm here this time for Mr. Travis and Mr. Ryan. Mr. Rudolph already knew that he kept Mr. Travis together with the gangsters, which caused Mr. Travis to be bullied badly. Mr. Rudolph..."

The more Lyra listened to him, her brows became tighter, and she interrupted him unhappily, "Charles, Malcolm is helping Grandpa and me to seek justice. Travis is just suffering. Grandpa can't bear it?" Charles smiled awkwardly, "I didn't mean that, ma'am. You misunderstood. Mr. Rudolph is strict. Mr. Travis did something wrong this time. Mr. Malcolm wanted to beat him with the whip and Mr. Rudolph didn't say anything. Since it's a family matter, it should be dealt with at home and don't make trouble at the judicial level of bureau."

Lyra slumped lazily into the back of the sofa, with her expression gradually becoming solemn.

Was it for dignity?

Grandpa didn't want the private affairs of the White family's descendants to be known by the outside world? He didn't want to leave criminal records and impact on Travis?

Or was grandpa worried that Travis will be completely unable to adapt to survive in the environment of prisons and cells, and will be driven mad or even killed?

Or, were these excuses, and grandpa was hiding his true thoughts?

Lyra sighed and glanced inadvertently in the direction of the bathroom, feeling a little distressed for Malcolm.

She alone had begun to speculate on the motives of Rudolph, whom Malcolm had once regarded as his most important kin.

What would Malcolm do if the day the truth was revealed, and the truth was really not so good?

Lyra retracted her gaze and lowered her eyes dimly, "Does Grandpa think that with Travis' body, he can withstand 60 whips?"

Charles: "Mr. Travis is weak and will definitely be beaten to death, but the purpose of Mr. Malcolm's punishment is to teach him a lesson. So that Mr. Travis will not dare to do it again. It doesn't have to stipulated so rigidly."

Lyra: "Just tell directly what you think."

"Mr. Rudolph means, sixty times of whipping can be divided into three. After each time of whipping, give Mr. Travis half a month to recuperate."

Lyra was silent, but her expression was not looking very good.

This was punishment. Why were they still haggling over and over again, testing Malcolm's limit step by step.

Even mentioning the instalment repayment, did they think it was a loan?

Rudolph loved his grandson, which was obvious.

Seeing that she didn't refute, Charles continued, "Mr. Rudolph said that as long as Mr. Malcolm agrees to this condition, he will immediately tell all the truth that Mr. Malcolm wants to know." Lyra fell silent again, peeking in the direction of the bathroom.

Malcolm didn't seem to want to come out directly.

She couldn't make any decisions for Malcolm because of the truth about Malcolm's parents' death in a car accident.

"Charles, go back. I will convey the intentions of you and grandpa to Malcolm word for word. Whether he accepts it or not, I will let him call grandpa as soon as possible. How do you feel about this?" Charles compromised. "It's too late. I hope Mr. Malcolm will call back within half an hour because Mr. Rudolph is old and in poor spirits, and needs to rest early in the evening."

"Okay, it's important for grandpa to rest. I understand." Lyra's tone was calm and decent. She got up and walked towards Charles, sending him out of the office in person. "Charles, take care."

The office door was closed again, and Lyra walked towards the bathroom.

The glass door to the bathroom opened, and Malcolm was leaning against the wall, contemplating, as if considering the condition the old White said.

"Honey, what are your plans for grandpa's condition?"

Malcolm asked her, "If it's you who make the decision, what will it be?"

Lyra knew what Rudolph meant to Malcolm, and she chose to back away from Travis's nearly implicated part of his crime.

"Travis almost hurt grandpa after all. Since grandpa doesn't want to care, it doesn't matter if you deal with him lightly."

"Anyway, with Travis's character, it is estimated that he will be stupid in the future. Next time, there will always be a chance to catch his vulnerabilities and fix him, but the truth of the car accident must be known. Compared with Travis, this is more important.

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Lyra had a clear mind and helped him, "However, we can't guarantee what grandpa said must be the truth. I think we can take advantage of Ryan's imprisonment, and there is no way for him to communicate with grandpa. We can listen to the truth on both sides."

Malcolm stared at his wife who was standing in front of the bathroom door.

Just standing there to help him analyze the situation, Lyra's whole body seemed to be covered with a white radiance by the ceiling light in the office.

Every word, every action, can affect his heart.

He walked to Lyra and hugged her waist strongly.

"You're the luckiest thing in my life."

He leaned down and kissed Lyra's red lips.

Unexpectedly, the kiss intertwined their breaths, and the two were turned on at the same time.

Malcolm's chest heaved and his teeth bit her lip lightly.

Suddenly, the feeling was overwhelmed

"Babe."

His voice was hoarse and eager, "First finish the business between us. Then deal with Ryan, and go back to the White Mansion to see grandpa."

"But..."

Before the hesitant words were finished, Lyra was directly supported by Malcolm's big palms, and her body was hugged from the front.

Lyra's legs were forced to wrap around his waist to prevent herself from falling.

She was picked up by Malcolm.

"Honey, we're in NIB, where you work."

"It is, but this is my office, my sweet wife."

His thin lips fell on her but Lyra's palm resisted and pushed his chest away.

"No, no... lock the door..."

Malcolm immediately carried her to the door, locked the door himself, and gently placed her on the desk.

His eyes looked doting and affectionate.

"Now? What reason do you have to stop us from it?"

Lyra wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, blushing at the excitement.

The slightly red cheeks made her look playful and charming.

It was even more attractive.

She blinked and thought for a while, "It seems... there is no more."

Being satisfied with the answer, Malcolm kissed her collarbone as he wished...

In the office, the temperature warms up and the atmosphere was sweet.

Knock knock --

After kissing for a while, before they could start, there was a knock on the door.

Lyra: "Someone's coming."

Malcolm's arms were stiff, and he hugged his wife regardless, "Ignore it and finish the business between you and me first."

Lyra was able to let him do so, but the policeman at the door, who was unaware of what was going on inside, kept knocking on the door.

"Mr. Malcolm, Charles called us as he got back to the White Mansion, saying that something had happened. Your grandfather is unwell and faints again. Charles wants you to go back and have a look right away."

Rudolph fainted?

Malcolm and Lyra looked at each other, looking serious at the same time.

Malcolm: "Okay, I see. I'll go back right away."

The sweetness in the office was completely broken, and Malcolm walked to the coat rack, took off his military jacket, and quickly put it on.

It was no small matter that Rudolph fainted again.

Lyra could see the obvious worry and anxiety on Malcolm's face, and he couldn't hide the nervousness about his grandpa.

She jumped off the desk herself and held Malcolm's hand as he put on his military coat.

"Come on, go back to the White Mansion. I'll be where you are."

Malcolm put one hand on the back of her head and gave her a soft kiss.

"Go back and compensate you."

He was extremely upset that he failed to have sex with her, and even felt that he owed Lyra something.

But grandpa fainted and he had no choice.