After divorce I am a billionaire
Chapter 667 Change of mind; don't let Spencer go

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Lyra nodded with satisfaction and her delicate face had a wanton smile, "Mr. Price, you really know what to do."

Lennie slackened his shoulders and left with a sullen look. He only felt that the couple was difficult to cope with. To cooperate with Malcolm of NIB, the risks they had to take were not small. However, if he didn't take a risk, how can he get better benefits?

He stopped thinking and left the basement.

Levi's brows were furrowed, and he was about to speak again to persuade, but Lyra turned her head and her dissatisfaction in her eyes flicked. Therefore, he didn't dare to say anything more.

Glancing at the dark and dusty the basement, he sighed and turned to go out.

Outside the villa, under the shade of heavy trees, several black cars were silent.

Levi quietly called and communicated with Malcolm, "Mr. Malcolm, the person who came just now is Jude, the bodyguard of Mr. Griffiths. He was here to check the truth, just to confirm Lennie really kidnapped your wife. And there is one more thing..."

He paused, "In order to convince that Mr. Griffiths, Lennie tied your wife and locked her in the basement..."

As a member of NIB, years of training did not allow him to hide from his superiors, but he still told the truth one by one.

When everyone heard this, they gasped.

Malcolm's face looked displeased. He clenched his fists and the veins were bulging. His eyes were red, and his anger was suppressed.

Levi, who was on the other end of the phone, could almost feel his anger and quickly explained,

"Mr. Malcolm, it was your wife who asked to be more realistic. In order to dispel Mr. Griffiths' suspicions, she also asked to live in the basement..."

Malcolm looked furious.

He could imagine that Lyra's wrists were reddened and she was alone in a dirty basement...

This Lennie!

The carriage was suddenly quiet, and everyone dared not make a sound.

Malcolm stared at the villa which was not far away with eagle-like eyes, and gradually calmed his breath.

He knew Lyra's stubbornness too well.

Now, she was already in the game and had to take risks. He was afraid of her injury, but he can't stop but can only cooperate... "Mr. Malcolm?"

Levi asked in a low voice, breathing carefully.

After a long while, Malcolm let out a low and inaudible sigh.

"Protect her well and report if you have any news."

"Yes."

Malcolm's eyes, in the darkness, gradually became clear, and he said in a deep voice, "Bring three teams to station nearby." He commanded and had a clear thinking.

In order for the scene to be realistic, he had to let Griffiths' side know that he knew Lyra was kidnapped and took it very seriously.

The villa in the forest was left unattended for three days in a row.

The defence Malcolm had set up around the villa was gradually tightened, almost forming a huge net.

The sky was getting brighter, and the light shone through trees.

In the small hall on the second floor of the villa, Lennie was half lying on a chair, smoking a cigar leisurely, half-squinting his eyes, and feeling very comfortable.

This time, he felt safe to be able to cooperate with Malcolm. But his wife insisted on living in the basement, which really made him anxious. "Mr. Price!"

Suddenly, Lennie shuddered, and the cigar ash fell down.

Turning his head, he saw that the person coming was his subordinate, and glared fiercely, "Didn't you see me resting!"

The man bowed his head, "Mr. Price, Mr. Griffiths sent someone here."

Lennie stopped when he got up, and frowned, "It's not him again?"

"It's still his subordinate, and he himself probably won't appear easily."

Lennie's mouth twitched and he sneered.

This Mr. Griffiths was deliberately mystifying.

It was almost at a critical juncture, and now he didn't even show his face. Was he extremely ugly?

In the villa's hall, three men in black suits stood there with no expression.

"Mr. Price, Mr. Griffiths sent us to speak with you."

Lennie sat on the sofa and sneered, "What else can we talk about? He wanted to see her and I showed him, but he never shows up. He has no sincerity in cooperation at all."

He picked up the teapot and poured the tea slowly, with displeasure in his tone, "You know, Malcolm White's wife is locked in my basement!"

Jude, the head of the bodyguards, sat opposite him and said, "Now, Mr. Price, you don't have to say these complaints anymore. Mr. Griffiths sent us and it's the greatest sincerity."

He said with his hands on the coffee table, and slowly got up and leaned over to approach Lennie, "The soldiers of NIB have been surrounding your shabby villa for three days. Even if a bird flies out of here, they have to shoot it down and check. I'm afraid it won't feel good, right?"

Jude sneered and gloated.

Under the sunglasses, his eyes were sharp and he was devising strategies.

As everyone knew, Malcolm's subordinates were responsible for all the villas themselves, and no one dared to neglect them.

Lennie said calmly, "You know my situation very well."

Jude raised his eyebrows, "Your troubles have been spread all over. I'm afraid no one will dare to come again. Mr. Griffiths is here to help you solve your predicament. Won't you listen?" "Please go into detail."

Jude put on airs, beckoned the bodyguard next to him to pour himself a cup of tea, and took a sip before speaking slowly.

"You tied up Malcolm White's woman and wanted to make a fortune. Unfortunately, after so long, he was indifferent and even sent an army to besiege. It shows how stupid your method is." He smiled sarcastically. Seeing Lennie's gloomy expression, he added,

"Lyra Lloyd is not an ordinary woman. Malcolm White won't be afraid of you at all, so if you want to step on his sore spot, you have to kidnap his son together, then you can have whatever you want?" Jude was very proud.

Lennie stared at him for a while, played with the transparent jade teacup in his hand, and suddenly chuckled,

"I want to make money and extort, but I'm not a fool."

"Mr. Griffiths has a very high regard for himself. He doesn't even want to show his true face, but now he condescends to cooperate with me, and asks me to kidnap Malcolm White's son as a bargaining chip. He wants to lend my hand to do something shameful, right?"

After a two-second pause, he seemed to be curious, "Why don't you tell me?"

Jude's face suddenly changed, and he looked extremely displeased, "This is not something you should ask about. We each take what we need and share the risk. What else is there to be dissatisfied with?" Lennie didn't speak but waved behind himself.

Levi, who was pretending to be a bodyguard, stood two steps away behind him. At this time, he walked up to him and obeyed his instructions.

"What do you think of this proposal?"

Levi seemed to be thinking, but half of his attention was on his right ear.

Malcolm's voice came through the headphones, "Promise him."

Mr. Griffiths showed his true purpose at this time, and actually wanted to lure Lennie to kidnap Spencer. It was definitely not as simple as exchanging benefits... The baby formula case probably had a lot to do with this Mr. Griffiths.

Levi nodded, "Boss, it's not the way for us to waste time. We really need to change our minds."

Lennie replied, "Okay."

After a few snaps, Jude applauded approvingly, "To speak bluntly, Mr. Price, the people around you can see the situation better."

Lennie glanced at Levi, thought about it, and roughly guessed what Malcolm meant, so he followed the topic and said,

"The successful kidnapping of his wife is all because of my subordinates. He does things well. I just know people and make good use of them. If you have any ideas, you can communicate with him. It's better." 100 meters away in the jungle.

Malcolm listened to several people's planning to kidnap Spencer, and through Levi, he helped lay out the whole plan.

Dark night.

In Hopevale General Hospital, there were few people.

Anthony stayed by the crib, sighing as he watched the little figure sleeping peacefully on the crib.

Lyra went deep into the den alone, and he was wondering what the situation was now...

His phone buzzed on the table. It was a call from Malcolm.

"How is Spencer?"

His voice was faintly exhausted, and Anthony could hear it, "Everything is fine. With me by his side, you can rest assured."

Malcolm: "Well, someone will kidnap Spencer at the hospital tonight. Get ready. I need your cooperation..."

"Kidnap Spencer?"

Anthony narrowed his eyes in surprise.