After divorce I am a billionaire

Lyra watched his movements and didn't answer.

Lennie sighed.

As a black market boss, he looked sad and helpless at the moment, "To tell you the truth, my wife is very strict and fierce. Since we have a child, | am not allowed to smoke or drink at all. If she finds out, | will bear all the consequences after | go home.” "But... | believe you also know it. In business, how could we not smoke, let alone drink alcohol when socializing, so | only dare to do it secretly every time." "Before going back at night, | need to take a shower outside to get rid of the smell on my body." He sighed as he spoke, smiling in a little embarrassed way.

Lyra noticed that although he was complaining, there was light in his eyes. Obviously he felt that it was a very happy thing to be managed by his wife.

Seeing his expression, Lyra thought of Malcolm for no reason.

He was also hen-pecked, not allowed to smoke, not allowed to drink, for fear of affecting the babies.

Will Malcolm secretly smoke and drink outside behind her back like this? This idea only existed in her mind for a second, and Lyra sneered and denied it.

Malcolm dared not.

In this regard, he was still much more honest than Lennie, and he valued his family more.

Lyra brought her mind back from it and chuckled, "Yes, | can understand what happen to you. After all, there is a baby at home, so you must be careful." Lennie didn't know how much she had believed, so he turned on his phone, tapped the photo of the baby in the album, and handed it to Lyra.

"Mrs. White, | really didn't want to intentionally hurt your baby. | wanted to bring the baby over with extraordinary means for reason. | hope you can believe my words." Lyra took the mobile phone he handed over and flipped through a few photos at random, including a group photo of their family of three, as well as a close photo of him alone with the baby.

Checking on the details of the album, she found the shooting twas recent, and there was no PS modifications.

"Okay, | trust you." After Lyra finished her words, they heard the barking outside the villa.

She was stunned, "You have a big dog here?" Lennie was also stunned, "No, this is a private house in the mountains. My wife and | used to chere when we were on vacation or during summer holidays. We didn't even leave a servant. Where does the dog cfrom?" Lyra was stunned and quickly realized what happened. Her face changed slightly, "Oh, it's my husband coming." Lennie's face changed, "Mr. Malcolm? With the barking of dog, does Mr. Malcolm cto look for trouble? He's not going to blow up my villa, right?" Before she could say anything more, Lyra got up quickly and walked towards the door.

Lennie and a group of bodyguards in suits followed immediately.

Out of the living room of the villa, Lyra looked out of the iron gate across the garden.

Malcolm was not wearing a military uniform but a light and simple suit, which made him looker dapper.

His face looked cold, suppressing anger.

The four bodyguards at the entrance of Lennie's villa had been beaten by Malcolm's men.

All of them were handcuffed by the police and looked at Lennie as if asking for help , "Mr. Price, they are too fast. We are not their opponents at all. We were subdued in two or three..." Lennie looked cold, "You don't need to say it. | can see.” Lennie glanced at the bodyguard beside him, "Mr. Malcolm is here. Hurry up and open the door." The iron door outside the villa opened, and Lyra took the initiative to walk over, "Honey." Malcolm nervously checked her for any injuries immediately.

Lyra: "I'm fine. Mr. Price wants to cooperate with the military to find out who is behind the formula case, but he's a bit extreme." Malcolm didn't answer but felt a little unhappy about her risky behavior this time.

Lennie: "Mr. Malcolm, you chere so quickly. | was going to tell Mrs. White about the situation, and then I'll communicate with you about the kidnapping. Please cin and sit for a cup of tea?" Malcolm's black eyes were deep, and he didn't say a word. His big big palm clasped his wife's palm tightly.

It seemed that only when Lyra was by his side that he can see and touch her, can he feel safe.

He took Lyra into the villa, agreeing to Lennie's active invitation.

Lennie immediately followed and entered the villa as well. With Malcolm here, he consciously sat on the side sofa and gave up the main seat to Lyra and Malcolm.

The bodyguard wisely poured two cups of tea and left the hall with the other bodyguards, leaving only Lennie, Lyra and Malcolm.

After the bodyguards left, Malcolm picked up the cup of tes on the table, took a sip with thin lips, and tasted the flavor.

Lennie smiled, "This is the new tea of this year. | didn't bring any servants here. The bodyguards may not be very good at brewing, so | beg your pardon to put up with it." Malcolm didn't speak, and the expression on his face was so secretive that Lennie couldn't see what he was thinking, whether he was angry or dissatisfying? Lennie had no choice but to take out a good box of coffee-colored cigars from his coat pocket, handed them over with both hands, and asked tentatively, "Mr. Malcolm?" Malcolm didn't think about it at all, and shook his head decisively, "My wife is strict, and she won't letsmoke." Lennie looked at Lyra, understood instantly, and smiled knowingly.

"It seems you're just as rumored. You're a wife slave and love your wife the most." Malcolm frowned slightly, looking grim.

Lennie quickly explained with a smile, "Mr. Malcolm, don't getwrong." He patted his chest lightly and his tone was very kind, "Actually, | am also a wife slave, and | listen to my wife's words the most." After a few words, Malcolm could sense that Lennie wasn't being flattering but sincere.

He was also a bit inexplicably pleasing. As a boss of black business, it was quite rare for him to have such a kind temperament.

Malcolm's mood softened a lot, and he went straight to the subject, "Rara said you want to cooperate. How?" Lennie said again to Malcolm the method that he had explained to Lyra just now.

"The culprit behind the scenes is mostly in the underworld. | believe you have doubts too. | am more familiar with this way than you're. | can use the black business to communicate with your suspects, and | can also collaborate from within with forces from outside when necessary." Malcolm didn't speak, and Lyra was thinking about it.

Lennie was not in a hurry. After all, when it cto cooperation, it will always be effective to talk their time.

The atmosphere in the living room of the villa was quiet for a while, and Malcolm was the first to break the peace.

"So, do you want to take a long-term route and slowly eliminate the rest bosses in the underworld?" Lennie smiled, "Yes, but to tell you the truth. In this matter, except | want to find out as soon as possible the culprit behind the manipulation in the baby formula. | want to eradicate sforces that are at odds with me." Malcolm played with the teacup in his hand and sneered, "You're quite frank." "You have been in charge of NIB for many years. Even if | want to hide it, I'm afraid | can't hide it from you. Instead of waiting for you to think my motives are impure, it's better forto confess and know each other well.” Malcolm didn't answer but was thinking.

Lyra listened quietly by the side for a long time, participating in the conversation.

"| think taking the long-term route is too dangerous. There are too many uncontrollable factors. After all, tour babies are too young to have any ability to survive. They're too easy to be attacked. They're our weakness. We can't be bothered to be busy enough with our own affairs." Malcolm frowned slightly and remained silent.

Lennie asked, " What do you think?" Lyra's red lips twitched, and she smiled, "Am | kidnapped? So let's countermine. You release the news and say you have a big grudge against Malcolm, so you kidnap his wife to threaten him, and want to kidnap his child as well...” She spoke seriously, mulling over the whole plan.

Lennie listened very seriously, and nodded when he agreed.

Only Malcolm, his black eyes narrowed from beginning to end, and he suppressed a trace of unhappiness and anger.

Lyra: "My idea is probably like this. Maybe there are imperfections. You can add up." Lennie kept glancing at Malcolm's expression and questioned, "But... although this can be resolved quickly, Mrs. White will have to be in danger. After all, they are all in the underworld. Those people are very brutal, in case Mrs. White gets hurt..." After saying these, Lennie glanced at Malcolm's expression again, "Mr. Malcolm is probably worried.” Lyra followed his gaze, turned her head, looked at her husband, and successfully saw his handsface which looked so gloomy.

Lyra: "Hmm..."