After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 342 She is Malcolm's

Keith had a guilty conscience. In fact, he had called Lyrafor several times recently, but her phone was

always off.

Collin went to check out Lyra's security for this very reason.

However, Malcolm was going to have surgery, so Keith could not tell him the truth, only to make up

nonsense to make him feel relieved.

"Rara is fine. She just sent me a message the day before yesterday. Don't worry about the surgery. You

don't need to think about anything. Just deal with Ryan and Shane's things right now. Rara will be fine."

Malcolm still clutched his arm and wouldn't let go, "Rara sent you a message? What did she say?"

"This ..."

Keith was stunned and thought about it, "She said everything is fine over there. Let us not worry, and ...

cared about your health a couple of times. In short, when you get your eyesight back, you can

personally read the messages she sent, OK?"

Malcolm stopped talking, and his eyebrows furrowed.

He was still anxious and restless.

Keith took advantage of the fact that his strength had loosened a little bit and immediately ripped his

hand away from his arm, allowing nurses to push him in.

Malcolm went in and Keith sat in the hallway waiting.

He looked up, stared at unblinkingly at the red light in the operating room. And he was also thinking

about Lyra.

Seven days had passed. Rara said she would be back with the super virus serum in half a month at the

latest. Something must not happen to her!

...

The surgery went smoothly with Micah's hands-on approach.

He came out after more than three hours.

Malcolm's anesthetic had not yet worn off and he was wheeled into the observation ward.

Keith followed and watched over Malcolm for the whole day. He did not wake up, and Melissa brought

food twice during the day.

Keith felt something was wrong and called Micah, "Micah, how can a normal person be asleep for so

long with anesthesia?"

Micah wore a mask while recording Malcolm's monitor data. He replied carelessly, "You're talking about

normal people. Malcolm carries a virus in his body. He's considered normal?"

Keith was dumbfounded, glanced twice at the unconscious Malcolm in the bed, and whispered, "Micah,

why do I feel like you're scolding him?"

Micah didn't answer. After recording the data, Micah closed the door and went out.

Keith shook his head helplessly and sympathized with Malcolm, his brother-in-law-to-be.

Collin seemed to have a bad temper and was not easy to be messed with, but in fact, he was very nice.

On the contrary, Micah was not talkative. Seemingly, he did not care about anything, but in fact he was

the most vindictive one.

In the future, if Malcolm really wanted to marry Rara, he was afraid that Micah was the most difficult

one to deal with.

Two days later, European Swye.

In the afternoon, Anthony sent someone early to deliver ten sets of exquisite high-couture evening

dresses for Lyra.

Lyra instantly took a fancy to the light green gown with a small white fur shoulder. Its style was a bit like

Wizard of Oz.

Chad stood waiting in the living room. When he saw Lyra who had finished her makeup and came

downstairs in her dress, he couldn't take his eyes off her and even forgot to breathe for a moment.

He immediately lowered his head and woke up his sanity over and over again.

Miss Lyra was his boss' woman! She can only be his boss'!

Even if she was beautiful, he could not see her this way!

Lyra noticed that he merely glanced at her before looking away. Then she lowered her head to examine

her outfit, "What's wrong? Is it not nice?"

"No ... looks good."

The tips of Chad's ears turned red slightly. After recovering his composure, he quickly noticed the color

of the gown and whispered, "But this color wouldn't it be a bit too much?"

In this world, not many men would like green because it stood for cheating. If Anthony knew the truth

and then looked at her dress, would he feel that it was a deliberate provocation to him?

"It doesn't matter if he likes it or not. I like it. And it's OK. I never believe in cheating color or something.

It's just human nature."

Knock Knock.

Lyra had just finished speaking when someone was knocking on the door.

Chad went to the door with that ugly and stoned face as before.

Anthony was holding a bouquet of white roses in his hand. Propped up with one hand by the door, he

was elegantly sniffing the scent of roses.

"Lyra, are you ready?"

He handed over the rose in his hand. His blue eyes lifted slightly, but his interest was lost when he ran

into Chad's extremely ugly face.

"Why is it you?" He narrowed his eyes grimly, never wanting to look at Chad a second time.

Chad saw his reaction and held back a smile as he said, "Mr. Lance, the lady is ready to go."

When he finished, Chad took a large step to the side to get out of sight.

Instantly, Anthony noticed Lyra's stunningly beautiful face.

With Chad's face as a contrast, Lyra's already good-looking face was set off simply stunning.

Anthony's blue eyes glowed with a shimmer, and he looked at Lyra with fascination and delight.

"Lyra, you're exceptionally gorgeous. My heart is enchanted with your every smile."

Lyra's eyebrows were slightly furrowed. She didn't like him staring straight at her, not to mention

listening to his disgusting words of love.

She lowered her gaze with little expression, "Let's go. Don't delay."

She stepped around Anthony and brushed past him, but her view was blocked by the exquisite white

roses in his hands.

Anthony handed her the white rose, "White roses are elegant. A perfect match for you."

Lyra craned her head to see him.

She understood the meaning of his words. I it were the usual, she would have sarcastically said a few

words. How can a bastard mention the word "match"?

But today, she had a lot of work to do and can't anger Anthony for now.

Thinking about this, she took the rose from his hand. Her face remained cold, and she passed in the

direction of the car without looking back.

Anthony was prepared to be mocked, but instead he saw Lyra accept the rose without a word.

He was surprised and looked at Chad who was standing motionlessly by the door, "Your lady accepted

my flowers. Does this mean, she is starting to try to accept me?" Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Chad lowered his head, "How can I possibly guess what's on Miss's mind?"

Anthony laughed heartily, analyzed the matter, and immediately turned his head to catch up with Lyra.

Chad silently followed behind.

Not long after, they reached the entrance of the palace.

The last time when she came over, Anthony took her in through the east door.

But this time it was a dinner party. The main gates of the palace opened and dressed-up noblewomen

and gentlemen chatted as they slowly entered the palace.

The garage was filled with all kinds of luxury cars, all of which came from European Swye's prestigious

plutocrats.

Anthony whispered to remind her, "There are many people at the banquet. You must follow me closely.

Be careful of not getting lost."

Lyra nodded gently, but her eyes quietly wandered through the crowd, looking for Harrod Gary.

She didn't see Harrod but Caesar who came up to her and talked to her.

"Miss Lyra, you are especially beautiful tonight. This light green dress is really the most special and

stunning presence!"

Lyra snorted and laughed.

Of women present, noblewomen were married, and young ladies who expected to flirt with young

dukes at the banquet wouldn't choose the unappealing green dress.

Anthony noticed that she was smiling?

He hadn't seen Lyra smile at him since the separation seven years ago, but another man's mere words

could make her smile?

He felt displeased, "Caesar, you have to snatch even my female companion for accosting. Don't you

respect me!"