After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 317 Malcolm is going to counterattack

She wanted to deal with Malcolm.

However, he massaged her shoulders and back. He was well-behaved, so she could not pick a fault.

Because last night was hard enough, Lyra barely rested, and by morning she was so sleepy that she

couldn't get out of bed.

Malcolm didn't bother her, helped her make porridge and prepare breakfast before he quietly left the

house and went to the office.

Just as he sat down in his office chair, Chad cheerfully came in to take credit.

"How did it go last night, boss? Did my method work well enough to cool down Miss Lyra?"

Last night they had sex so Malcolm was happy and generous today, "Increase wages, bonus. Go to the

financial report yourself. You can decide the amount."

Chad was so surprised, "Boss, you are so nice! Your image today is extraordinarily tall and magnificent.

You are simply a hero in my mind, you ..."

Before the ass-kissing was finished, there was a knock on the door of the president's office.

The assistant at the door came in and said, " Mr. Malcolm, Miss Ethel is here and she said she must

see you today."

The harmonious atmosphere was instantly destroyed. Malcolm's face was cold, "No."

With a guilty conscience, Chad followed, " Mr. Malcolm is busy. He got no time to see her. She is not

the spokesperson of the Rossi Project anymore. Don't just let her in the top floor in the future."

"Yes."

The assistant bowed his head and was opening the door to go out.

"Get out of the way!"

Ethel, who was outside the door, went in and barged in through the gap.

Malcolm's face grew sullen, without raising his eyes, "Miss Ethel, trespassing is very rude behavior.

You as the top star, even don't know the rule."

Ethel's eyes were steely, "I was wrong to barge in, but was your behavior also ungentlemanly?"

Malcolm wrinkled his eyebrows and lifted his eyes, staring at her, and not bothering to explain.

Chad sensed that something was wrong and took the lead, "That...there may be a misunderstanding.

He is busy here. Why don't you come out with me and I'll explain it to you?"

"You explain?" Ethel gave him a sarcastic stare and looked back at Malcolm, "Your explanation is

useless. This matter, I want Mr. Malcolm himself to give me a reasonable explanation!"

The disgust in Malcolm's eyes was undiminished as he took a careless sip of his coffee, "When have I

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Ethel stomped on her heels and walked to the parlor chair opposite him and sat down.

"I may have said something wrong last night that upset you, but you canceled my position because of

it. You caused my fans to fight with others online, and blocked a lot of my recent resources. Isn't that

too much to do?"

"Not too much."

Malcolm's tone was light, "You knew I had a fiancée, but you still dared to deliberately frame me and

make Rara misunderstand. Since you dare to do it, you should have the mental preparation to accept

the punishment."

"I was framing you?"

Ethel was baffled, "When did I frame you? You asked me to leave, so I did. I just exchanged

pleasantries with Miss Lloyd in front of Peachpuff, but I knew what I was talking about and I didn't say

anything too much."

Her small face was not humble, refusing to carry the blame for nothing.

"Since my debut, I have never cared to associate with male celebrities to create heat on purpose. I

have been disciplined since I became the Rossi Project spokesperson."

"I'm not afraid to be straight with you. If I wanted to frame you, I would have done it in a smart way. I

wouldn't pick such an obvious situation last night and throw myself in the net. I don't know why you

would misunderstand me like that!"

Malcolm's brows furrowed, keenly aware of something wrong in her words.

Last night, he was drunk and nervous.

Now when he thought about it, many details last night dud not stand up to scrutiny.

He raised his eyes to Chad.

Chad was keeping his head down. His eyes were dodging, ad his feet were moving quietly to the door,

trying to escape.

"You stand still."

"Boss, I have business ..."

Seeing his slightly flustered expression, Malcolm had something in mind, "There's no rush. Wait."

"Okay ..."

Malcolm looked at Ethel again, "I will investigate what happened last night, and if you were wrongly

accused, the spokesperson and the activities would be returned to you."

"Just returned? You shouldn't give some compensation for all the trouble I've taken?"

Malcolm's dark eyes flashed a hint of disgust and his tone was deep, "It's not good to be too greedy.

Send Miss Ethel out."

"Yes, Mr. Malcolm."

As the two left and the moment the door closed, Chad fell to his knees on the spot.

"Boss, I'm innocent! I haven't even had time to report the bonus to the finance yet. I'm just an

accomplice!"

Malcolm's cold face did not change, "Who is the mastermind?"

"Yes ..."

Chad bowed his head.

Miss Lyra said last night that if she wasn't careful about what happened, it was all on her.

The boss didn't dare to do anything to Miss Lyra, but he can kill him!

He looked up firmly, "It's Miss Lyra!"

"The lipstick marks on your body is her kiss, and the writing on your chest is also her writing. I just

helped her to play a scene!"

Malcolm stared at him incredulously, with a chill around him, which was a precursor to a storm.

"Tell me exactly what happened last night, and don't dare miss a word! I'll carry you to the interrogation

room and fix you up myself."

Feeling the glare in his eyes, Chad's whole body trembled badly, full of fear.

"Don't, boss. I wouldn't dare! I'll tell you everything! I'll tell you everything!"

...

Lyra walked down the winding alleyways of the White Manor with her sore and weak thighs, ready to

go to the garage.

As she was walking, she suddenly couldn't control sneezing, "Who is secretly thinking about me behind

my back?"

Eleven, who acted as her driver today, looked at her worriedly, "The temperature has been dropping

every day recently. Miss, you're not catching a cold, are you?"

Lyra waved her hand, "No, the body is fine, but ..."

"But what?" Eleven asked.

She walked slowly while feeling seriously, "I always feel like someone is trying to set me up! Looks like

something big is going to happen today!"

Eleven was speechless. When did his young lady become so sensitive?

"Miss, don't joke. You must have a cold. Maybe don't go to work today and rest at home for a day?"

Lyra shook her head.

The two had just walked to the garage door when they saw Malcolm's car driving up and coming to a

stop at their feet.

Malcolm long-legged step out of the car. His face was cold, implying fury.

Lyra, being muddled, looked at him strangely, "Didn't you go to work? Why are you back again?"

Without a word, Malcolm walked up to her, bent straight down, carried her over his shoulder

dominantly, and headed back in the direction of Lyre Spiti.

"Eh? What are you doing?"

Malcolm's breath was cold, and his voice was deep: "Go home. There's something I need to ask you."

"But ... I have to go to Angle Group. I have a very important job today!"

Unfazed, Malcolm kept walking, "Take the day off. I'll have Chad cover for you."

"Chad? He doesn't know anything about the entertainment industry. Can he do it?"

Malcolm narrowed his cold eyes, "He'll be fine. You have time to worry about others. You might as well

mourn for yourself for a few more minutes!"

Last night she fooled him, so that he blamed himself for a while hard.

And handcuffs, belts! Taming him?

Oh, today he wanted to return it all!