After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 322 Not grilled meat at all

"Didn't I send you a message saying that I was eating out tonight and would be back late? Why did you

come out to me?"

Malcolm's handsome face was deep and full of reluctance, "I'm panicking. I haven't seen you all day,

and it's hard to stay up until evening. It's hard to waste a minute."

In front of Sylvia and Rebecca, Lyra blushed and struggled twice, "You...you put me down first ..."

Malcolm hugged her tighter, leaned close to her ear and said in a voice only two people could hear,

"Rara don't forget our previous appointment."

The two of them had agreed that when they were outside, Lyra would try to pretend to listen to him in

everything.

When he got home, he was all up to her.

Lyra instantly stopped struggling and asked in a small voice, "I'm not full yet. You said we go home and

you grill meat for me. What kind of meat?"

Malcolm raised an eyebrow and smiled wickedly, "Guess?"

This expression ...

Wasn't it a proper meant as she thought?

Sylvia and Rebecca were young. Although they did not understand what they were saying, their

intimate behavior made them envious.

Suddenly they felt the grilled meat did not smell good!

Lyra ears were red, and she was embarrassed to say goodbye to the two, "You guys take your time. I

will leave my card at the front desk. If you want to eat more, you can order whatever you like. I'll leave

first!

"Get out of here!" Rebecca was envious, "If you guys don't leave, Sylvia and I will have to see your

affection. The meat will be tasteless!" Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Malcolm's thin lips curled up and he looked at Lyra in his arms, "Did you hear that? Tell us not to disturb

their dinner here. Let's go home!"

He carried Lyra out of the restaurant and asked Eleven to take Lyra's car, while Lyra took his car back.

On the way, he told Lyra about meeting Garrett in the hallway.

"Garrett wants to drug me to death?"

Lyra listened and was slightly incredulous, "I've known him for years after all. I still know his character

well. He doesn't look like someone who can do such foolish things."

Moreover, now that Irene was in prison and the Frazier family was left with him struggling to hold on, he

was ruining himself by doing this, whether it worked out in the end or not.

He was not so irrational.

Unless ...

"Someone should be trying to convince him and also promise him something. Otherwise, he couldn't

have done such a desperate thing."

Malcolm nodded, "I'll have Chad look into this. I just don't know what you want to do with the Frazier

family?"

Lyra rubbed her temples, feeling fatigue. Her tone was casual, "If Garrett got caught, his crime is

intentional murder. As for the Frazier family's things, you can decide it with your mood."

She didn't have time to manage it because the only thing she wanted to deal with was Anthony as soon

as possible.

Thinking about this, Lyra asked, "How is your health these days? Do you feel okay? Do you want me to

find time to accompany you to the lab and have another lab test?"

"No need."

Malcolm's answer was simple.

His bony hands held the steering wheel. His dark pupils fixed to look forward to the road. And the

roadside lights reflected his handsome face.

Lately, his eyesight had been going black once a day, with no regularity, and it will appear at any time of

day. His vision was falling into darkness for longer and longer periods of time.

He didn't know when his eyes will be completely blind, maybe tomorrow ...

If Lyra was told about that, she will go out of her way to agree to Anthony's conditions in order to cure

him.

But then, he would be worse than dead.

"Mel?" he was lost in thought when Lyra's small hand stroked the side of his face, "What's on your

mind?"

Malcolm steered the wheel with one hand and held her hand with the other, intertwining his fingers,

"Think about how to eat you when we get back, baked, steamed, or boiled?"

Lyra's instant sense of shame and repulsion exploded.

Luckily, Chad went after Garrett tonight, and it was Malcolm himself who drove the car, with only the

two of them in it. Otherwise she would have been ashamed to see anyone.

Malcolm's thin-lipped smile became even more reckless, "Rara, you know what's the cutest thing about

you? It's that no matter how many times we've done it, you'll blush with shyness whenever I bring it up."

"You think I'm like you, shameless!" Lyra grunted coldly and arrogantly, looking away from the car

window.

Harmony was restored in the car.

Back at Lyre Spiti, the two of them were just getting started on a great night out without any shame.

The same night.

Irene, from Suham Women's prison, was not doing so well.

Everyone was asleep, and she was locked in a dark confinement cell, with a damp floor and biting cold.

She can only curl up in the corner squatting and simply can not sleep. For a long time, her legs had

been numb to no sensation.

But she was determined not to lie down and sleep on the wet mud, which was her last stubbornness.

There wasn't even a quilt here, so she could only hug herself tightly and try to keep warm, and her

body was in pain from her injuries.

Every day was a nightmare.

At noon during the day, when the meal was served, the head in the prison deliberately made things

difficult for her by spitting into her plate and stepping on her face to the ground, insisting that she eat

the meal that had been spit on.

She resisted firmly and was not only beaten by the group, but also punished with three days of

confinement for wasting food.

She hugged her shoulders helplessly, whimpering and crying. Her eyes were swollen like walnuts. She

didn't even bother to wipe her tears, because it was so cold. Her whole body was shivering.

It'd only been a few days in prison, and she'd being beaten, punished, and forced to work every day,

and it was driving her crazy!

"Lyra Lloyd! I hate you! I hate you so much! You did this to me, and you deserve to die! I won't let you

go even if I die!"

"I'll eat your blood, and your flesh! Bitch Bitch ..."

Because the corner of her mouth was swollen, her speech was slurred, but she kept repeating it over

and over again, gritting her teeth.

If she hadn't relied on all this intense hatred and anger, she was afraid she would have been unable to

support her mental strength and continue living.

Squeak-

The heavy iron door of the confinement room was opened.

In the stillness of the night, the sound was abrupt.

"Prisoner 0437, someone wants to make a secret visit to you. Get up and come with me."

The glare of a flashlight shone on Irene's bruised and swollen face.

She was so irritated by the light that she could not open her eyes, and she felt even more strange.

Someone wanted to visit her in the middle of the night?

Which big shot was here?

She was so cold and stiff that she couldn't stand up even after trying for times. The guard impatiently

helped her up and took her out of the confinement cell.

On the way, Irene asked uncertainly, "Do I need to come back here after visiting?"

"Yes. You won't be released from confinement until three days from now, so cherish your chance to be

visited this time!"

The words at the end seemed to imply something.

Irene couldn't understand it, so she hunched her shoulders and followed in step.

For secret visits, she will not go to a special visiting room, but a separate soundproof room without any

surveillance or recorder inside.

Walking to the door, Irene was pushed straight in. The heavy handcuffs and ankle cuffs on her body

made a sound.

She stumbled several steps before she could barely stand.

In the middle of the soundproof room stood a man in the open space.

When the man turned around, Irene's pupils were dilated and she exclaimed incredulously, "How could

it be you!"