After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 357 I can't have her, and neither can you

This familiar voice!

Lyra's eyes were instantly red with surprise as she looked out the door.

Malcolm's black coat was covered with snow. He came in in a solemn and cold way.

He was followed by Chad, who also had a serious gaze.

Immediately afterwards, two armies with different uniforms, entered neatly and orderly with their guns

and immediately surrounded the whole church.

The guests were horrified and the scene started to get rowdy.

Anthony stared at the man at the end of the red carpet with undisguised hatred in his eyes, grinding his

back teeth and saying, "Malcolm, you really know how to pick your time. You come here on purpose to

stir up trouble?"

Malcolm sounded cold and sarcastic, "Someone is not right-minded and has abducted my fiancee to a

foreign country to force her to marry. Of course I have to come and take my woman away from such a

lively and grand scene!"

Anthony clenched his fists, and the hatred in his eyes raged like a mad dash.

The guests, who were invited by Princess Cayley, were the nobles. Although they were speaking

Cranian, there were still many nobles who could understand.

The crowd complained because of these words. Looking at the two men back and forth, they started to

whispering.

Princess Cayley felt extremely embarrassed. She was about to help Anthony explain and calm the

guests, when Malcolm took the lead and said, "Guys, I'm here only for the groom today. No innocent

people will be affected. Chad, let them leave!"

In less than five minutes, all the noble people on the scene were driven out, and even the priest on the

stage was taken away.

The only people left in the large Florence Cathedral were Malcolm's people, Anthony, Lyra, and

Princess Cayley.

The atmosphere was once grim.

Anthony glared at Malcolm and gritted his teeth, "You really that I'm not prepared for anything?"

The moment when he finished his words, Princess Cayley got up and clapped her hands.

Next to a small door of the priest's platform, a group of guards, who were also armed with guns,

suddenly emerged, in the same number as Malcolm had brought.

The two sides confronted each other with guns, and the scene came to a head in an instant.

"Malcolm!" Lyra looked at the two sides and looked worriedly at Malcolm. Immediately, she tried to run

in Malcolm's direction, when Anthony clutched her wrist.

Malcolm's eyes were fixed on his hand which was pulling Lyra's, and his dark eyes looked hostile.

Chad looked at Princess Cayley, "You can see clearly, the army we brought is not only Crana's. the

other is your European Swye soldiers. As the boss of National Investigation Bureau in Crana, he is

here. European Swye should treat him as a guest of honor. If your guards dare to hurt him a hair, I'm

afraid the King will not let you go off."

Princess Cayley didn't look good, but her attitude was firm, "I'm just defending myself. If you dare to

hurt my Anthony, then don't blame my men for risking their lives!"

"Anthony's life is not up to you!"

Malcolm snorted lightly and returned his gaze to Lyra who was on the priest's platform. He reached out

his hands, and his tone became gentle and doting, "Rara, come to me."

Lyra saw him open his arms towards her and immediately forcibly broke Anthony's hand. Then she

lifted her dress and ran towards him who was at the end of the red carpet.

Anthony looked at his empty palm, was stunned and lost in thought.

Princess Cayley, on the other hand, was furious.

Her most beloved son was openly robbed on his wedding day and the bride had to run away with

another man, which was simply trampling on her royal dignity and insulting her Anthony!

She couldn't kill Malcolm, but she could take out this two-timing bitch!

She immediately directed the nearest guard to her, aiming at Lyra and quietly shooting her.

"Watch out!"

Anthony was the first to notice and immediately blocked Lyra.

By the time Princess Cayley tried to get the guard to stop, the guard had already pulled the trigger.

A deafening shot rang out.

Lyra had just run down the middle of the red carpet when she heard the shot. She stopped and turned

back.

Anthony had been hit in the arm and was covering the wound with her hand. There was blood coming © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

out from his fingers.

Princess Cayley immediately ran up to him to check his injuries.

He looked angrily at his mother, "If you kill her, you just kill me!"

Princess Cayley was helpless and was dying of heartache, "Fine, fine! I'll leave her alone. My men will

only keep you safe, OK?"

Lyra was still standing in place. Seeing that he took the shot for her, she was stupefied.

Anthony noticed her gaze, and his bloodied hand reached out to her slowly like Malcolm, with pleading

eyes.

"Lyra, come back, will you? This time, I really want to save you with my life. Can you choose me for

once?"

Lyra hesitated and did not move.

Malcolm, who was behind her, was also calling out to her, "Rara."

Lyra immediately returned to her senses, lowered her eyes, and said softly, "I'm sorry ..."

She removed the crystal crown and veil from her head, loosened her hair and lifted her dress. Then

she turned her head and ran to Malcolm, throwing herself into his wide arms like no one else present.

The long-lost familiarity and the nice smell of Malcolm's body made her restless heart settle down.

"Malcolm, did Micah cure your eye?"

Malcolm wrapped one arm around her waist and threaded his other hand into her soft hair, gently

stroking the back of her head.

"Yes, I'm fine with your good brothers taking care of me. It's just ... I miss you."

His voice was slightly nasal. He was dying of sadness after not seeing his Rara for half a month!

Lyra's head was pressed against his chest. She quietly listened to his heartbeat, feeling his scent. Her

small hands circled his strong waist tighter.

"I miss you too. In the future, I never want to be apart from you again."

The two embraced, telling each other how much they missed each other after a long time, showing

their affection in front of everyone.

Anthony watched them from afar, only to feel this image extraordinarily harsh.

He glanced at the crystal crown that Lyra had thrown to the ground.

The crystals on the crown had been disconnected and scattered on the ground, losing their original

brilliance.

He was like this crown. In front of Malcolm, Lyra would not hesitate to give him up to choose Malcolm.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't touch her heart that had been given to Malcolm.

He suddenly laughed loudly, which was maniacal and desolate.

Even he was tortured for several times by Malcolm and almost died, he was never more desperate

than at this moment.

"Malcolm, you spoiled it for me by not letting me have her. Since that's the case, you're not going to get

her either!"

His tone was bleak and unfeeling as he dismantled the priest's desk and pulled out a silver-gray freezer

from it.

Chad exclaimed, " Mr. Malcolm, it's the super virus serum!"

Anthony actually took the serum to the church and hid it right under the sacred and holy priest's desk?

Lyra and Malcolm let go of the embrace and looked at Anthony.

With all eyes on Anthony who kept looking at Lyra, Chad retreated behind the troops who were raising

their guns, lowering his presence and creeping closer to the priest's desk.

On the stage, Anthony opened the freezer, took out the transparent potion inside, said in cold sarcasm,

"Malcolm, without this potion, I want to see how many days you have left. On the road to hell, you must

be the first to die!"

He laughed like a madman. His eyes suddenly became grim, ans he threw the transparent potion out

viciously and flung it into the seat.

"No!"

With Lyra's bellow, Chad lunged in the direction Anthony had thrown the potion.

The guard Anthony brought in immediately aimed his gun at Chad.

"Chad!"

With a few loud gunshots, Lyra and Malcolm exclaimed simultaneously.