After divorce I am a billionaire

Malcolm glanced sideways at Chad's buns wrapped in oiled paper She was so angry just now, but allowed Chad to bring him with breakfast? "How did she react?" Chad thought for a while, "Lyra... she didn't have any special reaction. Before they started eating, | picked buns in oiled paper and put them away. Eat some. You have to save your strength to take your wife home." Malcolm took it.

When it was tough time, he should not get angry with Lyra.

While he ate breakfast, Chad walked to the stream, fingered the clear water, and breathed in the fresh forest air.

"Bro, what are you going to do next? When will you take Lyra back?" Malcolm sat domineeringly. His eyes were downcast in thought, and he didn't answer right away.

He thought of the note Frank had given him.

It was the clue given by Frank, directing him to check Anthony's whereabouts.

Frank clearly knew where Lyra was, and purposely lured him here.

Not surprisingly, Frank should make a move within these two days.

"Send over ten helicopters, a team of special forces, with all the guns and weapons ready. And tell Brad to arrange to hide in the nearby mountains. Surround the mountain, and investigate whether there are other people hiding in the mountains by the way." "If anyone dares to go up the mountain quietly, don't disturb them and let them go. In addition, when necessary, all personnel must protect Lyra first." Chad nodded, "Understood." The business was almost arranged, and Malcolm was going to go back to the house.

Remembering that Lyra disliked the smell of cigarettes on him, he asked Chad, "Do | smell the smell of cigarettes?" Chad moved closer to his neck, sniffing carefully at the collar of his shirt underneath.

"I'm not sensitive to the smell of smoke. | can't smell it. It seems...it's gone?" Unable to smell yet being so close, Malcolm frowned unhappily, and slapped Chad on the head to move him away.

"Stay away." Chad grinned and rubbed his forehead, "How about | ask Brad to bring a few more sets of clothes? | don't know how many days we're staying here. You have to change." That sounded OK.

Malcolm agreed to the plan and sat down on the rock again, intending to return later.

In case Lyra smelt smoke on him and needed to beat him again.

Before noon.

Malcolm took Chad back to the house.

Both of them changed into a set of clothes. Malcolm's shirt was white and he wore a dark gray coat outside. He walked majesticly, and his aura remained the same.

Chad changed into a camouflage jacket, military boots and trousers, looking very heroic.

The two walked slowly along the country road. Their outstanding looks always looked like the protagonists of pictorial weekly magazines.

But in the house, they didn't see Lyra in the room, only Lucie.

After asking Lucie and learning that Lyra and Anthony went to a field to pick vegetables together, Malcolm didn't look happy and quickly went to that place.

When he cto the field, Malcolm saw two figures picking cabbage from a distance.

Although the distance between Lyra and Anthony was not particularly close, they seemed to be chatting, talking and laughing, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

The jealousy instantly swept through his whole body, and Chad felt the cold aura on Malcolm's body almost immediately.

Chad stepped forward very wittily, and shouted to Anthony who was picking vegetables in the field, "Anthony, cout. | have something to do with you." Anthony paused, turned his head slowly, and glanced at the two standing on the bank of the field.

"Okay, I'll cas soon as I finish picking the cabbages." Malcolm becmore unhappy, and was grim as hell.

Chad immediately jumped into the field and dragged Anthony away, "It's urgent. You must followimmediately. There are plenty of cabbages to be picked, and you can't pick any cabbages that aren't yours!" The words meant more than he said, and he directly took Anthony's arm and dragged him away. Anthony furrowed his eyebrows, and the pain in his whole body was awakened by Chad's pulling. The pain was so great that he could only let Chad pull him away.

Lyra didn't care about it, and concentrated on picking the cabbage that grew well in the field and putting it in the basket.

Malcolm watched her for a while, stepped on the soft field with military boots slowly, walked up to her and squatted down, admiring her serious movements.

The gaze from the side was too dazzling. Lyra turned her head and looked at him.

"Changed clothes? This suit suits you quite well." The gentle voice was very to the point, and Lyra smiled, as if she completely forgot that she got angry and beat him up in the morning.

Malcolm didn’t mind either.

It was normal to be beaten by his wife, as long as she didn't hate him.

"Observed so carefully?" Lyra sneered, "The color of the clothes has changed, and I'm not blind." Was it so difficult just saying that she had paid attention to him? He was not discouraged, and helped Lyra pick a small cabbage she liked first, and put it in the basket.

"Rara, | said last night that | have our marriage certificate, do you remember?" "Remember?" He continued, "The marriage certificate is locked in the drawer of the wardrobe at home. The key is with me. The position of the drawer is hard to find. Besides, there are other important documents in it. | can't let others touch it, so | can't take it for the tbeing. Can you cwith me? | will show you the proof you want.” Unexpectedly, Lyra sneered again, "Why do you even say the swords? Anthony did the sa few days ago. He insisted that | go with him. | disagreed. He just stood in the yard all night." Malcolm's face froze.

Lyra sighed and continued earnestly, "I don't remember many things. You are all strangers to me. If it wasn't for Anthony, | wouldn't even know that my nis Lyra Lloyd." "But I'm not stupid. | don't have a mobile phone or anything that can prove my identity. The mountains are remote. How did you find this place? Who told you my location?" She emphasized the last few words very hard, and there was something in the words.

Malcolm frowned suddenly, understanding what she meant.

She suspected that someone around had been secretly watching her and leaking her location.

"I will investigate this matter. It is too dangerous here. There are forests everywhere, which is very convenient for bad guys to hide. | am really worried about your safety. | want to send you away first." Only when she was safe will he have the energy to deal with Frank who was secretly doing bad things.

Lyra shook her head and insisted, "| won't leave. Even if | want to leave, | have to take Lucie with me. She must..." Boom—! Before she could finish speaking, there was a deafening sniper rifle shot in the field.

"Be carefull" Malcolm reacted quickly and rolled around the field with Lyra in his arms.

His arm was grazed by a stray bullet, and his gray coat was cut and soaked in blood.

Lyra stared at his arm, and her pupils dilated, "You're hurt." It was an emergency, and she was completely free from the shyness and embarrassment of being pressed by a stranger, and her eyes were fixed on the blood on Malcolm's arm.

Malcolm's attention was all on observing the direction of the shooting, and he didn't pay attention to the details of her expression, so he smiled indifferently, "It's okay. It's just a small scratch.” The cabbages were too short in the field, and there was no shelter to cover themselves at all.

Fortunately, there was a field of wheat in front of the cabbage field, and when the two people got down on the ground, they immediately covered their direction.

The bullet was shot through the wheat, and Malcolm had discovered the anomaly long ago, so he avoided being hit by the shot.

He held Lyra tightly under his body, so close that he could hear each other's heartbeats.

Without thinking about anything else, he quickly took out his cell phone from his pocket and called Chad.

"There are sniper shooters in the mountains. From the direction of two o'clock above the wheat, the shooting position is about 300 meters away in the woods. Visually, there is a bunker. Go check it immediately."