After divorce I am a billionaire

Give him the chance? Lyra was a bit awkward, "How? Look at him. He did not say a word to me. | gave him an out, and he is still arrogant!" Chad was wordless.

These two people who were in love were asking him for advice. He was a single person. What should he do? He was caught in the middle. He was panicked! The more Lyra thought about it, the more angry she became. All she remembered was Malcolm's cold face in the last two days.

His body had just recovered a bit, and then he learned to be indifferent to her.

He didn't listen to her! "Forget it. Let him be. He wants to continue the cold war. I'll accompany!" She was about to hang up when Chad stopped her, "No, Miss Lyra. I'll figure it out!" "What's the solution?" Chad pondered for a long time, quietly searching online, "if boyfriend is angry, how to coax him?" After reading some articles online at a glance, he had an idea, "He actually likes you to surprise him. Why not give him a special one this time?" "Special?" Lyra frowned, "How?" Chad pondered and lightly coughed twice, "is ... to add each other's lives a little sentiment!" As a pure boy, he was a little embarrassed.

"He wants you to move back to the master bedroom every day. If you move back at the same time, and then dress up ...

flirtatious a little. With your body shape, no men can resist it! Not to mention him!" Lyra got it, "You want me to wear a maid dress, an erotic dress for cosplay?" "Ahem... then you can call him Mel in a soft way. He will not be angry but even give you his life!" Lyra inhaled deeply and blushed a little.

Chad, an old man who had never been in love, was actually teaching her these things, which was too embarrassing! That image suddenly appeared before her eyes ...

What a shame! "Or forget it, | can't do this kind of thing. Let's talk about it in a couple of days!" She suppressed her thumping heart and quickly disconnected the phone.

When she looked at the computer screen, what lingered before her eyes were still images that she had never tried before.

She gathered her courage, opened the shopping page and searched with keywords.

Various colors and styles were available.

There were even handcuffs, whips, candles and stuff jumping out!!! She was dumbfounded on the spot.

Were young people nowadays so good at playing? She was like a fool who went from a remote village to a big city and suddenly found a new land! If it was Malcolm, he should ... like it, right? She carefully selected and finally added a suit with tail, to her shopping cart.

Knock Knock.

It was a knock on the door.

"Miss Lloyd, are you there?" The sudden sound startled Lyra and she almost dropped her phone.

Without moving, she closed the shopping interface, called Kellie in, and talked about work seriously.

Towards the end of the day, Chad was once again called into the office by Malcolm.

Malcolm tapped his hand on the keyboard, kept his eyes on the computer, and asked absently, "Well?" Chad knew what he was asking and had a downcast look on his face, shaking his head repeatedly.

The moment he saw Chad's expression, Malcolm's face went cold.

His heart was stifled. His tone implied that he was pretending to be relaxed, "If she doesn't like it, forget it. It's not like she's indispensable. Look at my recent schedule. Is there a drinking party?" Chad immediately turned on the tablet.

"There is one tonight. Mr. Cox of Broadway invites you to Peachpuff." Chad's face looked awkward, "But Mr. Cox has cooperation with the Rossi Project, so if you attend, I'm afraid you have to bring Miss Ethel. | thought you will not go, so | cancel it." "Of course | will go." Malcolm's eyes were shady and he answered without hesitation.

Chad: "So ... might be a little late after the socializing. Do you need me to inform Miss Lyra in advance?" "No need." Malcolm got up, haughtily straightened his lapel and tie, and walked out of the office.

Chad looked at his back and frantically punched the air a few times, "These two guys! Who admits being defeated first is the loser?!" Peachpuff at night.

In the luxury VIP room.

Three or five business tycoons who were in suits, embraced their female companions by their sides, mingling and drinking.

Malcolm sat in the middle. His face was cool, and his body as stern as the king's arrival.

He did not say a word and drank wine without any interaction, even with Ethel next to him, the distance was well maintained.

Ethel looked at his face, took the initiative to pour a glass of red wine to toast him, " Mr. Malcolm, you should have fun. Drink?" She thought that in front of so many bosses and as the spokesperson of the Rossi Project, Malcolm would take her toast in the face of the company's benefit.

But to her surprise, Malcolm just gave her a cold look and drank wine himself, not even bothering to make up a polite refusal.

Ethel blushed slightly. She was a little down, so she had to change the subject, " Mr. Malcolm, you look you're looking for a place to relieve your boredom tonight. Did you have a quarrel with Miss Lloyd?" Malcolm's hand, squeezing the wine glass, stopped.

The original lively atmosphere instantly became extra serious because of these words.

A few of the bosses who were next to him all looked at Malcolm.

Everyone knew that Malcolm and Lyra Lloyd was in love, and many people here had seen the two of them showing their affection in the charity party.

With all eyes on him, Malcolm didn't say a word and tilted his head and drank the wine in one go.

No explanation meant yes.

It was true that the man in the business world was also an ordinary person, and will also quarrel with his wife at home.

Mr. Cox took the initiative to come forward and help Malcolm to respond to Ethel's words, "Mr. Malcolm and Miss Lloyd love each other so much. Quarrels and stuff do not exist. | estimate that in a short time, we will be invited to Mr. Malcolm's wedding ceremony!" Malcolm's brows furrowed, and his back gradually stiffened.

One annoying but particularly solid event was evoked.

His black eyes flashed with cold light. He took the red wine glass on the table and fiercely slammed into the corner.

Several female companions, except for Ethel, were shocked by the sharp and loud sound and screamed loudly.

A few of the bosses also shuddered, stunned by Malcolm's appalling aura, and did not dare say anything.

Mr. Cox: " Mr. Malcolm?" Malcolm's eyes went wild and he yelled, "Get out, all of you!" "Yes, yes!" Within seconds, everyone in the private room, except Ethel, quickly left and was afraid that he would do something terrible.

Malcolm drank up a whole bottle of red wine and slammed it against the wall again as if venting.

Ethel was motionless, smiled beautifully, calmly poured herself a glass of wine and drank with him.

"Why are you still there?" Malcolm noticed her and his tone was hostile, "If you don't want to end up with those two bottles of wine, get out now!" She laughed: "You're joking. You are not a beast. | am not afraid. But are you so angry because Mr. Cox just mentioned your marriage to Miss Lloyd?" Malcolm's brows tightened and he turned around.

Those big palms with black leather gloves strangulate her neck fiercely.

There was tyranny in his eyes, with no mercy.

Ethel's face gradually reddened. She was feeling painful, but still laughing: "You're so angry because of being provoked. | am not worse than Miss Lloyd. As for marriage, you can actually consider a different candidate." mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWLII0fiflO& 1 mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWL1i10fif10&1 mmMwWLIiI0fiflO&1