After divorce I am a billionaire

Just kneel for 30 minutes? Malcolm let out a long breath.

The other day he made Lyra so angry. According to her previous treatment, he thought she would make him kneel all night, or at least four or five hours.

Compared to before, Lyra had been super gentle today.

It seemed Lyra will now still heart him.

He felt more comfortable in his heart and reluctantly left his head on Lyra's legs, straightening his back in a disciplined manner.

With the standard posture, the full weight of his body pressed on a pair of knees. It was increasingly painful. He kept adjusting his breathing, and now and then closed his eyes to count the time.

Lyra saw that he was not making a scene, turned on her phone, and got back to Melissa's business.

Kellie had sent her several messages in a row, and she had just been so focused on setting up rules for Malcolm that she had forgotten to check her phone.

At this moment, Kellie asked at her to look at the hot search.

The news of Melissa's suicide was not suppressed. The video was shot by passersby and uploaded online. And the news still made it to the top of the search. Angle Group's publicist had tried his best to reduce the heat, but the topic was too heated and always stayed in the top 10.

She was deliberating on a solution when Darkbell sent her a number of high resolution photos.

It was about Corey and Gloria's hand-holding and kissing, and the two in the hotel by the built-in camera installed in the room.

Lyra's lips curled up in a smile. These photos cat the right time! She called Kellie, "Send out notices in the nof the Angle Group that Melissa is the victim. Publish the truth that Melissa was previously in a relationship with Corey. She was heartbroken and chose to suicide." "Also, | have photos here. Mosaic the woman, but make it visible that it's not Melissa. Send it to the press and media and tell them to hurry up and write essays." Hanging up the phone, she chose a powerful but not particularly revealing HD one and sent it to Kellie.

Ten minutes later, the hot search quickly went through a round of change, and the phrase [Corey's cheating led to Melissa's heartbreaking suicide] quickly went to the top of the hot search.

Cloudfield Entertainment, where Corey was signed with, immediately issued a statement denying that Corey had a relationship with Melissa, not to mention cheating, and also put out a letter from their lawyer, saying they would sue the rumor mongers.

Lyra read through the official message and edited a small essay to upload in her own account.

[Speople think they hide it strictly, can let all people do not know he did a heartless thing. If he does not admit it, it doesn't matter. Evidence will be present one by one!.

If speople have any conscience, please apologize sincerely to the victim artists of our company and admit all your evil deeds. Otherwise, you will be responsible for the consequences!] Not long after this message was sent, Lyra received a call from Corey's agent.

The agent: "Ms. Lloyd, do you really have the evidence?" Lyra's voice was cold, "What would happen if the two dozen of high-definition photos that would appear on a loop on the big screen in the Plaza tomorrow?" "Don't! You must not! What our boss means is that you have just entered the Suham market and are unstable, so let's each take a step back and make an offer on how much you want." Lyra listened and laughed, "My price, you can't afford. In fact, my purpose is very simple. | only target Corey. Apologize, admit all mistakes, withdraw from the entertainment industry, none of them can be less." "This .." "You can't make the decision on this. Ask your boss if he should give up Corey or the whole company. Let him choose himself! Tomorrow at the latest, | want to see the result. Otherwise tomorrow the hot search will be about Cloudfield Entertainment's negative news." After hanging up the phone, Lyra sent a message to Kellie again, [Butterfly Girls’ recent group activities are suspended. Except for Melissa and Gloria, the other members’ activities continue. Keep an eye on Gloria. I'll cback to fix her when I'm free].

She was concentrating on typing when her sleeve was suddenly gently tugged by the man at her feet.

Malcolm's breathing was a little heavy. His forehead was drenched in cold sweat, and his knees were numb from the pain, so he survived the torturous half hour or so.

In his own way, he was silently reminding Lyra.

It was the time! Lyra was typing and ignored him.

He was so helpless and he could only weakly call out to her, "Rara ..." "Hmm." Lyra did not even raise her head and casually responded. Obviously she did not focus on his side at all.

"I hurt ..." 30 minutes was over! His hand tugged at her sleeve and he used much strength.

"Okay." She gave a perfunctory response, never looking up.

What did it mean? Should he get up, or should he not? Malcolm could not understand her attitude, and stayed up for another ten minutes. Lyra was still looking at her phone ...

Was the phone better looking than him? Or was she addicted to punishment? Malcolm was furious! He quickly got up from the floor, wrapped his arms around Lyra's slender wrists, pinned her down on the bed, and raised his arms around her entire body.

"Eh eh? My phone!" Malcolm increased the force of his hold on her, forbidding her to reach for her phone.

"Is the phone important, or am | important?” Lyra frowned. What the hell was the question? Was this comparable? "Of course you're important.” Malcolm grunted and leaned closer to her. A dangerous chill was erupting from his dark eyes, "So why are you just looking at your phone and not at me?" "| ... I'm handling work." Lyra looked away. Her cheeks flushed with his breathing.

"The work is never done. It will be the stomorrow." His ink-colored pupils slightly lowered. The tip of his tongue licked the upper row of shellfish teeth. He smiled wickedly, "You punishedfor so long. Have you enjoyed? Is it my turn?" "Hmm?" Lyra's tone picked up. What did that mean? Malcolm answered her directly with action.

He grabbed her by the arms and flipped her entire body over.

The magnetic voice was close to her ear, "No matter what you say tonight, it will not stopfrom improving my status! Lyra smelled the danger on him, kind of understood what he meant, and panicked.

"Wait...wait! You're not healed yet. You can't!" "I'm recovered!" Malcolm lifted her silk nightgown, and inside her panties, her round and upturned buttocks looked particularly good. He lifted his palm and slapped her buttocks twice, not too lightly but not too hard.

Small buttocks were like jelly. Its fair skin was printed with light red slap marks.

It looked so delicious and appetizing that Malcolm couldn't help but roll the knot in his throat.

Lyra, however, was confused.

Eh? So it wasn't the kind of "punishment" she was thinking of? Before she had tto rejoice, he proved to her, once again, by his actions, just what she had guessed! "Oooh, Mel ..." The man's reserved and handsface was covered with an evil smile, and his uninjured right palm directly covered her mouth, not giving her any chance to speak against it.

Immediately afterwards, no matter how much she whimpered, he did not stop.

Lyra then realized that tonight Malcolm was very aggrieved and angry, and he had probably been holding his anger for a long time.

He really spoiled her and loved her, and he can receive the punishment from her and even let her vent her anger as she pleased.

Once the bottom line was touched, he will do what he was doing now.

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