After divorce I am a billionaire

After a brief hesitation, Anthony turned his phone to silent mode and chose not to answer or respond.

Spencer saw it clearly from the bedside and pouted. "Is your girlfriend? Anthony, how dare you ignore your girlfriend's call? How did a bad man like you find a wife?" Anthony was embarrassed.

Spencer continued, "No matter what, you should call her back, right? Otherwise, how worried would she be if she couldn't get through to you? A man has to know how to take care of a woman. Do you understand that?" He lifted his chin slightly and held his hand. The lesson meaning was clear.

Anthony tried not to laugh, but for the first the thought Spencer was cute, too.

"Spencer, you're right. I'll send her a message.” He did not have a temper at all. He gently turned on his phone and sent Mavis a message that he would not return to the Callahan Residence tonight. Then, he took a deep breath and put his phone on the bedside table.

Molly at the window was tired and sleepy.

She rubbed her eyes and turned away from a chair. "Anthony, I'm so Sleepy. | want to go hand sleep.” Her drowsy voice sounded so weak that she did not even care about pronunciation.

Anthony quickly wrapped a tissue around his bloody fingertip and went to the window to hug Molly.

"Momo, we won't go back to Lyre Spiti tonight. Sleep here with you, okay?" Molly pursed her lips and stayed in his arms, feeling wronged. "Where's Daddy? Where's Mommy? Baby needs to hug mommy to sleep. Without Mommy... | won't be able to sleep.” Children were like this, who can hug anyone during the day, but only hugged those who were close to them at night.

Anthony tried every possible way to persuade Molly, but she insisted on finding Lyra.

"It's okay if Daddy's not here, but | want Mommy! Why can't Spencer and | chtonight?" She bit her lip and sniffled, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Mommy and Daddy... Do they abandon me? Are they not lettingchome... I" The way she cried made Anthony completely defenseless.

As Molly grew up, Anthony never took her to bed, completely at a loss for what to do.

Being helpless, Anthony had to call Malcolm.

The phone was off.

Again, he edited a text message and sent it but did not receive a reply.

What the hell was Malcolm up to? Molly stayed in his arms and listened to the sound on his phone. "Is my Daddy's phone off? Does he really not wantto go home?" Spencer sat on the bed with a bad look on his face and hadn't seen Lyra and Malcolm all day. It felt like abandonment.

"Anthony, will you taketo Mommy? | must sleep with Mummy. | must listen to Mummy's fairy tales..." She pursed her lips and wiped away her tears with stubbornness and pretended to be strong.

Anthony was completely overwhelmed, so he could only coax her into saying, "There's a lot of work at the NIB tonight. That's why your daddy didn't come. It's raining outside, and | don't know where he is. Besides, Suham is in a mess recently. If you run around, you might meet sbad people who want to eat children.” Molly was not afraid of that at all, "Bad people eat children, but | can bite bad people. I'm going to be in the army. I'm going to protect Mummy and my brother!" Hearing her say this, Spencer was in a good mood, and still proudly raised his eyebrows, "Who ask you to protect me? Even if | am weak physically, I'm more intelligent than you." Molly did not refute him. She hugged Anthony's arm and said, "Anthony, can you taketo Mommy? Otherwise, | will lose sleep tonight..." Anthony sighed, pulled out his cell phone, tried to call Lyra, but can't get through.

He was confused. What was going on with this couple? Was it collusion? One shut phone down, and the other turned it to fly mode.

Anthony had no choice but to say, "Momo, be good. What fairy tale do you want to hear? | will tell you later, okay? | have never coaxed you to sleep before, and | really want to try. Momo, givea chance, okay?" "Ooh..." Molly let out a hoarse, conflicted voice.

If she didn't want to, he will be very disappointed and sad, right? The atmosphere in the ward was so tense that Anthony had no idea what to do, because even if he coaxed Molly into going to bed, Spencer would make a scene.

At least Molly listened to his words. Spencer didn’t get along well with him so he won't be able to handle Spencer's sleep problem.

When he was at a loss, Chad cback with two large suitcases.

They were all children’s clothes, but he seemed to have emptied the wardrobe.

Chad didn't know how long the warming would last, so he brought all the kids’ fall and winter clothes.

Anthony felt a lot easier with him around.

Two men each looked after a kid and coax one to sleep.

Anthony got his wish to take Molly to a spare room next door, where he sat on the edge of the bed and told her the fairy tale he'd found on his phone.

"... and then Snow White and the prince lived happily ever after.” Toward the end of the story, Molly frowned and was not sleepy at all.

"Anthony, what if I don't listen to you when you tell stories like a priest's Bible?" Anthony's mouth twitched.

The night he and Chad were about to be tortured by two little guys was just beginning.

NIB.

Malcolm's office.

The man sat by his desk. His eyes were clouded by smoke, and his mood seemed particularly somber.

It was late at night, and with no news of Lyra coming in, Malcolm couldn't sleep at all.

There were two cigarette butts in the ashtray.

Malcolm had no intention of stopping.

He must remain sober enough to deal with any immediate problems that followed, including Lyra's security.

Outside the window, the rain was disturbing people. From the evening down into the night, there was no desire to stop.

The cold rain made him wonder where Lyra was, if she'd gotten wet? Was she under duress? Knock-knock There was a rapid knock on the door.

Brad quickly pushed the door open and reported anxiously, "Boss! The police officer who was just checking Madam's cell phone location found that her location is finally online!" Malcolm sprang to his feet and threw the cigarette out of his hand. "Where is she?" "Even though Madam's signal is still very weak, we caught her at Kiplam Hills Suburban Road at the Suham border ten minutes ago. Her phone went online once!" Malcolm stepped out. "Let's drive there." As he said so, he continued to call Lyra, which was still alerting him that she was no longer in service.

Brad stopped him, "Boss, it's late at night. It takes us more than an hour to reach there as fast as we can. Also, Boss, don't you think it's strange?" Lyra's car had fallen 100 metres in front of the Irribo Tunnel and it was only a few hours away, she was on the suburban road of Kiplam Hills.

Who took her? Malcolm walked out with a straight face. "I don't care. Just go and see," he said. "You've got her location. | have to see myself." Brad was worried, so he took a small group of soldiers and five armed vehicles with him, just in case.