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After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 669 30 billion cash for your wife, is it worth it
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Lyra waved her hand, ignoring it, "It's not a big deal." "Tomorrow at 100'clock in the morning, you have to endure for a while. Mr. Griffiths offered to use 30 billion in cash to meet Mr.

Malcolm in person." Lyra: "He can't take it anymore. My hard work these days is not in vain." Saying that, she turned cold, "Tietighter tomorrow, or I'm afraid | can't help tearing him to pieces.” He dared to attack an innocent little baby. Even if she stabbed this person for a thousand time, she still thought it was right! Mulland Mountain.

The dense canopy of trees obscured the sky, and the air in the forest was hot and humid, making it almost impossible to breathe.

Before dawn, Lyra was moved to this mountain by Griffiths’ bodyguards.

That group of people were making advance arrangements for Malcolm's arrival.

In a dilapidated wooden house.

Lyra was tied up and thrown on a bare bed. Her sweat mixed with dust. She was leaning against the head of the bed, with eyes closed, which looked lifeless.

Levi stood silently, looking at the watch on his wrist from tto time.

Twas running out.

They heard the coughing sound, and the rustling and heavy footsteps were approaching.

"Hahaha, Mr. Price is very famous. You don't look like an ordinary person!" The person at the door didn’t cin, but people could see his big belly first. And then they could see his fat face with a wicked smile.

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"There's nothing on Mr. Griffiths. It's really... you look good, and your reputation spreads far and wide." Lennie's mouth twitched at this polite remarks, and he really didn't know where to start.

The man in front of him was fat and greasy, which was quite different from Mr. Griffiths, who was rumored to have be scheming and deep The man cover and politely extended his hand, "Frank Griffiths." While speaking, someone was knocking the wooden door.

"Who?" Lennie was subconsciously alert.

Jude, who was sitting opposite, stood up and said in a pleasant tone, "Oh, | forgot to tell Mr. Price. Mr. Griffiths said that in case the transaction is interrupted, he set up an ambush nearby in advance. This person is here to report the results to me." Lennie's expression froze, and he lowered his face. "Mr. Griffiths is quite assertive. What ambush?" As he said that, he glanced at Levi who was next to him, hoping that Malcolm would hear it and plan ahead.

Frank laughed at this remark , "It's a trivial matter. There is lightning down the mountain and gasoline on it. My subordinates are very thoughtful.” Lennie took a deep breath. Maybe they would all be here today...

The second hand crossed step by step, pointing to the center of the dial.

At 10 o'clock, the sound of the engine outside the door could be heard, followed by a low and powerful sound.

"The 30 billion cash is in the car. | delivered it on time. The documents for the resignation of NIB have been written and will be submitted today. Please keep your promise.” Malcolm stood in front of the cabin, looking around.

It stood to reason that there will always be insects and birds chirping in the mountains, but as he finished his words, there was no another sound at all. It can only explain that there were many people all around here.

In the wooden house, Frank's greasy fat hand stretched out to Lyra. His eyes looked greedy, "Did you hear that? Your man is here. If he seestreat you..." Seeing that his hand was about to touch Lyra, Levi grabbed his wrist. "Mr. Griffiths, business matters more." He tutted impatiently, and was about to get angry, but accidentally caught a glimpse of Lyra's eyes closed and her eyelashes trembling, so the fat hand pushed Levi away and pulled her up hard.

"Are you playing dead with me? Con, go out and meet your man!" With that, he grabbed the twine around Lyra's wrist and led her outside the house.

He laughed wildly, "Malcolm, look at your wife! How can she be worthy of you after being kidnapped for a few days, and she is so dirty? Why don't you give her to my subordinates!" Malcolm looked from a distance at Lyra, who was weak and like a piece of paper in his hand. His heart was aching like a thorn stabbing it.

Although he knew it wasn't true, his eyes were red with blood, and there was coldness in his eyes.

He ground his back molars hard, and the words were almost squeezed out between his teeth.

"You'd better know what you're talking about. I've already delivered what you want. Giveback immediately.” The world was vast, but in his eyes, there was only the figure as fragile as a fallen leaf, for fear that she will disappear in the blink of an eye.

"OK." Frank had an expression that made him look like he was nice, "I can give her to you, but since we're destined to be here today, let's have a good time." Malcolm didn't hesitate, "Okay." "So straightforward?" Frank was instantly excited, raising his right hand and throwing a dagger at Malcolm's feet.

"It is rumored you're very skilled. No one can ever hurt you, but | think you can always do it yourself." As he spoke, he laughed in a perverted way, "What? Can't you do it yourself? As long as the blood on your body falls, drop by drop, | will let your wife walk towards you step by step..." Malcolm bent over and slowly picked up the dagger.

The blade was unsheathed, and the blade shone brightly.

"Go ahead! Don't you dare? It is rumored you love your wife like your life. It seems that it is nothing more than that. Your wife's life is still inferior to your own in your eyes." Frank looked disdainful, and was determined that he would not self-harm.

Malcolm looked at the sharp dagger. His face looked determined, as if he was trying to figure out where to start.

Being paranoid, he pointed at his arm and slashed with the dagger.

Drops of blood slipped and dripped onto the dead leaves on the ground.

Lyra caught her breath and stared at him inexplicably. He knew it was acting, what was he doing! Dare to self-harm?! Comparing Lyra's shock and distress, Frank smiled and was satisfied, "Yes, that's it. Go on." The arm was stained with blood, and Malcolm didn't seem to feel the pain. His face was expressionless.

Taking advantage of Frank's absence, the sharp blade in Malcolm's hand attacked Frank fiercely.

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"What!" Frank screamed. The blood dripping from the wrist he had just pinned on Lyra.

In an instant, Lyra seized the opportunity, exerted force under her feet, kicked him away with a fierce kick, and rolled around on the thick dead leaves. When she got up, the hemp rope in her hands was gone.

Almost at the stime, several people rushed out from behind the surrounding trees.

Lyra's movements were light and graceful. Simply and neatly, she beat those people. With the hemp rope in her hands, she slammed the people wit it who cto her.

No one can get close to her for a while.

Several men in suits were almost powerless to fight back, and lay on the ground, being unable to move.

After dealing with the people in front of her, she exhaled a sigh of relief. She felt comfortable, and after holding it for several days, she was finally able to vent it out.

Behind her, Lennie led the people and quickly subdued Frank's men.

In less than a quarter of an hour, all were caught.

Malcolm commanded loudly, "Search the mountain and find all the rest of the people who are hiding." Countless figures suddenly dispersed and disappeared into the forest.

Lyra was anxious and trotted close to Malcolm. Looking at his injury, her eyes were red with pain, "Why should you listen to him? Why should you hurt yourself?" Malcolm chuckled lightly and his eyes looked gentle, "It's okay. I'll explain it to you later, okay?" Staring at the messy woman in front of him, he felt distressed.

He hadn't seen Lyra for days. He couldn't sleep all night. Lyra was forced to suffer in the basement, and he had to do something.

At least if he suffered a little and made up for Lyra's suffering these days, he will be relieved a little.

Lyra probably guessed what he was thinking, and pinched at his face unhappily, "If you want to seek abuse, then after we go back, | will let you suffer the beating that you will never forget."