After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 229 Another bitter trick? No, it's real

Lyra's eyes were firm, "Yes Rudolph, I don't think Mr. Malcolm and I will be a good match. He ... and I

could be friends later on if there is an opportunity."

The old Mr. White was still surprised that she would suddenly make such a decision, "Lyra, did Malcolm

bully you? You can tell me, and I'll help you fix him!"

"No, he wouldn't dare to bully me. It's just that I ..."

Fifteen minutes later.

Lyra came out of the old Mr. White's villa with a sullen look on her face, and Fifteen was waiting for her

at the door.

When she came out, he rushed forward and asked, "How is it going? Does he agree?"

Lyra's eyes drooped in depression and she shook her head gently.

The old Mr. White analyzed with her the advantages and disadvantages. The marriage between she

and Malcolm was not ordinary. There were many factors involved. It was a business alliance by

marriage.

If they canceled the engagement after only two days, it would have been a huge financial loss and Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

arouse public opinion for both White Corp and the Lloyd's Corp.

The impact can be very significant.

Moreover, the old Mr. White was no longer involved in the White family affairs. Malcolm was the current

head of the White family. If it was withdrew, they must discuss it with Malcolm.

But with Malcolm's character, she guessed even if she put a gun to his head, he would not agree to

withdraw.

Lyra was angry, but there was nothing she could do about it.

Malcolm made the perfect plan!

She finally understood why Keith was engaged to Irene for more than two years. Keith hated Irene, but

he didn't cancel the engagement. As the off-springs of wealthy families, business marriage was not

really to be canceled.

Forget it.

She sighed, thought about it in the long run, and ignored Malcolm the son of bitch.

"From today, if Malcolm and his bodyguards, subordinates and whoever else that come to me, I will not

see them!"

"Yes."

Fifteen nodded and left.

The two walked out of the old Mr. White's villa without knowing that a young man in a blue suit with

gold-rimmed glasses noticed her coldly as they passed the corner.

Travis White narrowed his eyes, pushed the frame of his glasses elegantly and asked the bodyguard

behind him, "Is that the Lloyd family's daughter who is engaged to Malcolm?"

The bodyguard looked at her carefully, "It seems to be, Mr. Travis."

"It's pretty good-looking, but she doesn't look like she's in a good mood. Go ask around and find out

what she was doing here today."

"Yes, Mr. Travis."

The bodyguard left silently. Ten minutes later, he returned to Travis to report, "Mr. Travis, she seems to

have come to withdraw from the marriage today, but the old man didn't agree."

"Withdrawal of marriage?"

Travis pondered, "The marriage was proposed by Malcolm, so she's a very special existence in

Malcolm's heart."

Bodyguard: "But I heard that Mr. Malcolm didn't even go to her welcoming party, so she seems to be

less important to him."

"You know nothing." Travis sneered, "Malcolm's mind is not something you can guess so easily. Go

ahead and try to find out."

"What do you mean, Mr. Travis?"

The smile on Travis' face was bright, and he said lightly, "Malcolm seems to be out on a mission. I

heard there's a gunfight going on. What will happen if he know his fiancée has personally come here to

back out of the marriage, and the old man has agreed?"

The bodyguard instantly understood what he meant, "Don't worry, Mr. Travis. I'll arrange someone to

deliver the message to Mr. Malcolm accurately."

...

Since the withdrawal could not be resolved for the time being, Lyra put the problem aside and went to

Angle Group.

After a few days of preparation, it was almost ready. In the next two days, the Angle Group's signed

artists would be transferred, and then she could carry out the opening ceremony!

She sat down at her chair and spent the whole day working, carefully browsing the files of every artist

signed by the company and carefully making her selection.

She was busy until it ws close to the end of the day. There was a sudden noise from outside the

hallway. It was so loud that Lyra noticed it.

She stopped what she was doing and was about to go out to check.

The office door was suddenly opened and Chad came in with scarlet eyes and blood on his hands.

Lyra was surprised, and looked out the door. Twelve and Seventeen were beaten, limping, with a look

of misery.

"You dare to hit my man in front of me?" Lyra glared at him.

Chad sincerely bowed his head and apologized, "I'm sorry, Miss Lyra. I sent five or six people over to

find you. They were refused. I had to come personally, using brute force to break in, but don't worry.

These blood on my body is not theirs. They were only lightly wounded."

She was the one who instructed not to see Malcolm, but since Chad had to barge in, it must not be a

trivial matter.

Lyra asked in a deep voice, "You're in such a hurry. What's wrong?"

Chad's eyes instantly turned red and his voice choked with sobs, "He's in trouble! He's being taken to

the hospital, but he won't go into the emergency room. He has to see you one last time before he

will.Miss Lyra, I'm begging you to go see him!"

Malcolm was an excellent fighter. What could happen to him?

Lyra's heart subconsciously twinged, but she was uncertain, "He always uses the bitter trick to deceive

me. Can't he get tired of playing it? He faked his death to trick me before. This time he tricks me with

illness. What other tricks does he want to play next time?"

"It's true!"

Chad cried so hard that he would have wanted to knock Lyra right out and carry her to the hospital if it

weren't for the inappropriateness.

"We're fighting terrorists in the Suham mountains. He got a bullet in his heart. I'm covered in his blood.

He just wants to see you again. Miss Lyra, I'm begging you! Please go and meet him, OK?"

Lyra watched him crying so much that she vacillated.

"I'll believe you just once! If Malcolm ever lies to me again, I'll never forgive him again!"

She didn't even pack her things, grabbed her bag and went to the downtown hospital with Chad.

Outside the corridor of the emergency room, a bunch of people gathered making noises and even

arguing, but their expressions were all very grave, with tears in their eyes.

Lyra picked up her pace and Chad took the lead, shouting, "Get out of the way! Miss Lyra is here!"

A bunch of people quickly quieted down and took a step back to either side in a very disciplined

manner to give Lyra a way out.

Lyra went inside and soon smelled an extremely strong smell of blood.

Malcolm was on the stretcher bed. His handsome face was pale and his whole body was bloodstained,

especially the location of the heart which had been stained with crimson blood into. And there was

even a steady stream of blood gurgling out of the heart. Even the whole stretcher was stained with the

red color.

The scene was too bloody. Lyra froze for a while and did not move.

He really didn't lie to her this time. He bled a lot!

Lyra covered her mouth in shock. Her tears were streaming down. Her feet were like filled with lead.

Taking every step was extra difficult.

Malcolm watched her walking slowly toward him. There was a light in his weak and dark eyes. His large

and bloodied palm was trembling as he grabbed her wrist.

"Don't cry ... I...it doesn't hurt. But you cry. My heart hurts ..."