After divorce I am a billionaire
Chapter 655 Three kinds of suspicion

"I will only use your suspicion as a reference. I may not fully accept it, so don't worry." Malcolm's black eyes were stern and cold, and his slender fingertips were fiddling with the delicate teacup. With his words, Anthony sorted out the thoughts of the whole thing and said, "The old formula has been found to be problematic, so with the exclusive method, there are only a few cases."

"One is that the formula is produced from the Aurarts' factory. Perhaps during production, this batch of formula to be sent to the White Mansion was specially chosen. So, maybe people of senior management of Aurarts Group hate your family and deliberately add it when the formula is produced."

Malcolm's eyes were deep and unwavering, and he listened quietly.

Anthony finished talking about the first possibility, and said lightly, "Aurarts Group has my largest holding, and the executive officer is my former subordinate. After leaving the army, he chose to inherit the family business and start a business."

"He is meticulous. Because it is for babies, he is very strict with the internal control of the factory, which is why I choose their product. It has the highest safety factor."

"The milk baby formula delivered every month was indeed chosen especially, but it is all under the supervision of the executive officer. It is unlikely there will be problems from there."

"I know him. He doesn't have the guts."

Anthony nodded thoughtfully, "If you're 100% assured about this aspect of the factory, then there is another situation."

"Someone in the White family is going to harm Spencer. You and Rara both have jobs and often go out early and come back late, so it's best to do it under the same roof."

Malcolm stopped talking. His fingers which were holding the teacup lightly tapped the gray-white porcelain body of the tea set, as if he was deliberating.

Anthony raised his blue eyes, observed his expression from time to time, and continued, "I remember not long ago, you sent Spencer and Momo to your grandfather's villa and let them stay there for a long time. Sophia and that pile of baby items should have been the villa with them, right?"

Malcolm frowned slightly. His fingers that were holding the teacup tightened, and his expression became more serious, "You doubt my grandfather?"

"No. Although he's retired at home, he has built a good reputation over the years. He would not do such a thing to harm his own great-grandson."

Anthony continued with reason, "However, it is not ruled out that other people in the White family did this kind of thing, and quietly replaced the batch of formula on the pretext of visiting your grandfather." Malcolm fell into a long silence again.

During that time, the babies were sent to grandpa because of Lyra's mania for fear of hurting the babies.

At that time, Malcolm focused on Lyra's mania, and he was very relieved to have their two little babies stay at his grandfather's home, and he didn't pay much attention at all.

If it was said to be a mistake at that time, it was also possible.

Malcolm said, "I will check this possibility. Since it is related to my family, it is inconvenient to tell you more."

"I understand." Anthony said nothing.

In the quiet few minutes, Anthony was bored and drank the tea. Malcolm took out his mobile phone, typed quickly and sent an order to the prison.

[Wake up Ryan White and take him to the secret visit room. I'll be there later.]

In less than a minute, Malcolm received a replying message, [Understood.]

When he investigated the real cause of death of his parents, he promised not to care about Travis's life. Now, he did not know whether Travis went abroad by ferry, or where he lived. Before sending someone to replace Travis, it was better to ask Ryan.

The atmosphere in the office was quiet, and neither of the two men spoke any more, and both fell into deep thought.

And they were thinking about the same thing.

No one how much time had passed. Malcolm said slowly, "Besides, do you have any other suspicions?"

"Of course there is." Anthony quickly returned to his senses and said solemnly, "If the above two situations are ruled out, then there is the most likely one."

"That is, when the formula leaves the factory and before it's delivered to your home, there is a problem. It is unknown if anything is found during the transportation, which causes the formula sent to your home to be replaced."

"However, I know you have suspected this. Otherwise, you would not have asked Chad to check the shipping document and the people who handle it."

Malcolm didn't answer and looked calm, "You deserve to be the elite who took the first place in exam in Security Agency. It has been a year and a half since you were dismissed as director of Security Agency. During this period, you were beaten and reformed through labour, ran for your life, and went to a small island country to be a teacher in the mountains. The knowledge you have learned has not changed at all. You can still think very fast."

Anthony stared at his face and smiled evilly, "It's rare to hear you compliment me. Could it be that the bureau is short of manpower, and you want to recruit talents?"

No one could know what Malcolm was really thinking. "If you can really win Chad in the future, and you want to get a position in the bureau, I can consider writing a letter of recommendation."

Gradually, Anthony smiled brightly, "Then I would like to thank you first. I will do my best for the fight with Chad in the future."

Malcolm stopped talking and gradually became unfathomable.

Anthony was ambitious as the former director of Security Agency and now the man in power of Callahan family.

Malcolm knew he was just as hard-hearted as his half-brother, Shane.

For such a person like him, the more rights he had, the easier he would become a variable.

He could be a friend easily but also an enemy.

If he could really win the fight with Chad, Malcolm will probably let him reduce the number of visiting Lyre Spiti to nip in the bud.

When thinking about it, Malcolm's phone just received a message.

He put down the teacup, got up and straightened the collar. He was meticulous and extremely noble.

"I'm afraid it will take a while for Chad's side to collect everything. I'm going to prison. Do you dare to follow me?"

Anthony's face changed slightly.

Prison... was what he hated the most.

In the past six months in High-order Prison, he was like a walking corpse, and he was in hell every day. Except for special circumstances, he was very reluctant to approach the prison.

Malcolm could see clearly his expression and raised his eyebrows, "It seems you don't dare. Then sit in the reception room of the bureau. We'll discuss it when I come back. If you are sleepy, you can always go home."

Anthony stood up, "It has all passed. Everyone has their dark past. I dare. Mr. Malcolm, can you lead the way?"

Malcolm gave him an interesting look and left the office first.

At the same time.

Suham Prison.

Ryan, who was sleeping, was shone by a strong flashlight.

The prison guard shouted, "Prisoner 5803, get dressed. Get out of bed immediately and come with me."

Ryan worked hard during the day, and was woken up.

Not daring to resist, he quickly got out of bed as instructed, and followed the prison guard.

It was already late at night, and the dormitory of the entire prison was strangely quiet. Ryan followed him in a daze, feeling very uncertain.

"Excuse me, where are you taking me? What kind of thing needs to be done in the middle of the night?"

Unless...it was to kill him...?