After divorce I am a billionaire
Chapter 807 Look how much you care about her

"Chad, send a team to the lab right away to protect Spencer and Momo. I'm going with you to replace him."

Chad didn't dare disobey Lyra, so he agreed to her request.

Except for the soldiers from the bureau, Chad had to send Anthony a message to keep Spencer and Molly from waking up.

[Anthony, we're going on a mission tonight, so if you're awake, please come to the lab as soon as you can and keep an eye on Spencer and Momo. Thanks.]

Anthony, fresh from the shower, came out of the foggy bathroom to dry his damp hair.

He hadn't taken a break yet. After returning to his normal work and life, the Stone family's annihilation had affected him greatly. He was still investigating the suspicious aspects of the incident.

When he heard from Chad, he picked up his coat and was on his way out.

Mavis heard the noise, sat up from her bed, and asked, "Are you going out?"

Anthony replied faintly, "You should go to bed early. Don't wait for me."

Then he strode out the door and drove away.

Mavis watched from the window, feeling a little surprised.

It was raining so hard outside, and he was in such a hurry to get out. Who could it be?

It can't be about the company.

Or was it that the Stone family's annihilation was spreading on the internet again?

Or did he do something about his childhood sweetheart?

Though being suspicious, Mavis didn't dare contact Anthony, much less ask him, for fear of upsetting him again.

Then he left, and Mavis was wide awake, scouring the internet to see if she could help.

Outside the lab.

Lyra stood in the doorway, pacing back and forth anxiously.

Chad hurried to the lab and picked up Lyra.

After getting into the car, Chad said, "Lyra, you don't have to worry. Apart from a team from the bureau, I've got Anthony here to protect them. The lab is the safest place. Spencer and Momo will be fine with him."

"Uh-huh."

Lyra replied softly, "Do you know where they are? Do you have enough men with you?"

Looking at Lyra's anxious face, Chad handed her the tablet.

A red light glowed in the middle of the tablet, surrounded by detailed lines of latitude and longitude. "This red dot is where my brother is now, in the cemetery," Chad said

Looking at the flashing red dot in the center of the screen, Lyra was relieved.

The rain made the roads slippery, and several armored cars sped through the night. An hour-long drive was a torment for Lyra. When a group of people rushed to the cemetery, Brad, who worried about Malcolm, had got Frank's secret man under control.

Swish.

Brad threw Frank's men in front of him, all tied up, and said sternly, "Frank, I have your men under control. Surrender!" Malcolm frowned when he saw the men lying on the ground.

Brad felt sorry and said, "I'm sorry boss. I can't watch you get into danger, even if you have to punish me afterwards." Malcolm's face looked grim and he didn't say a word.

Frank smiled, grabbed Malcolm, put a gun to his temple, and said with a wicked smile,

"That's great, Malcolm. I didn't expect your dog to be disobedient for so many years. They came to you so quickly. If I were to shoot you to death, even if we had a companion on the road to hell, wouldn't you agree?"

Hearing this, Brad quickly advised, "Frank, just surrender, then you still have a chance to live. If you insist on struggling, you will die! Do not hurt him!"

Frank raised his head and laughed a few times. He used force at the muzzle of his gun and threatened Malcolm. "Tell your men to back off and put down their guns. If they dare to make a move, let's see who can move faster."

Brad didn't dare let his men move, so he told them to back off.

Frank still held the gun to Malcolm's head and sneered. "I didn't expect your dog to care about your life. Malcolm, aren't you powerful? Why don't you fight me?"

Malcolm said nothing, squinting his cold eyes and letting him say so.

Just then, Chad arrived with Lyra.

Lyra ran out of the car, and from a distance she saw Malcolm being held at gunpoint by Frank. "Malcolm!"

She gave a shout.

Malcolm, who had been unresponsive, raised his head and saw Lyra standing unharmed not far away.

Frank never had a chance to control Lyra and the two children. He was the one who jammed the signal. Malcolm grimaced. "You tricked me."

Frank grinned. His features distorted by his arrogance. "Yeah, look at how much you value her. She's out of control just because she can't get through on the phone." Malcolm was silent again.

The wound in Frank's leg was simply addressed, and the pain from the gunshot wound was excruciating. Malcolm knew he wasn't going to last much longer. He was just hanging in there. "Mrs. White, long time no see."

Lyra took two steps forward. "Frank, you can ask for anything you want. I'll give it to you if I can."

Frank sneered. "I want to drink his blood and skin him. Because of him, I lost the love of my life!"

His eyes were full of madness. The muzzle of the gun inadvertently moved two inches.

At this half-second mark, Malcolm quickly counterattacked, kicking Frank in the leg where he'd been shot.

Frank took two steps in pain. His hands uncontrollably loosened, and Malcolm spun his leg and kicked the gun out of his hand.

Seeing this, Brad immediately brought Frank under control.

The situation reversed in an instant.

The people of the bureau stepped forward and handcuffed Frank.

Frank laughed, and with the hideous scar on his face, he looked horrifying, a complete lunatic.

"Malcolm, you'd better ask to execute me by shooting. You know the prison can't hold me. I'll come back for you sooner or later."

Malcolm ignored him completely, and after untying himself with ease, he hurried to Lyra's side to check on his wife. "Rara," he said, "I'm glad you're okay."

God knew how worried he was when he couldn't get in touch with her.

Having lost her so many times, Malcolm didn't dare make any mistakes.

Lyra caressed his face, feeling sorry for him. "I'm fine. You've already arranged the manpower for the lab, but you, why didn't you resist being pointed at with a gun? Do you want to be punished again?" "You promised me you'd take care of yourself. Why risk it?"

The more she talked, the more Lyra lost control and hugged the man in front of her.

She just looked at Frank's gun pointing at his head, and even gasped, afraid that the crazy's hand would shake and really pull the trigger.

Fortunately, fortunately...