After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 369 Malcolm is his own son's stepfather

Keira was very light and thin. She kept struggling but just couldn't get rid of Malcolm's clutches.

Chad rushed up and rubbed his hands nervously, without confidence, "Boss, I...just joked with her ..."

Malcolm looked over at him and ordered, "Get your little brat out of here! If you bully her again and

cause her to come running to Rara and tell on me, I'll have punish you with military law!"

"Don't! I won't do it any more!"

With the mention of military law, it could say that Malcolm was really angry. Chad was frightened, and

held Keira back from Malcolm's hands.

Keira pouted indignantly, and her hands wrapped his neck tightly, threatening him with her eyes.

"You heard it! I have a backer now. If you say you don't want me anymore, Mr. Malcolm will take a little

whip to beat you!"

Chad and Malcolm were both speechless at the same time.

Lyra covered her mouth and laughed very unkindly.

Keira was really a cunning little brat. She got the backer and she was similar with her in terms of

character.

Chad was emotionally naive and silly... she was afraid Keira must master him in the future.

Lyra walked over and tapped the tip of Keira's nose, correcting her wording, "That's not how you use

the words ‘a little whip'. It's ambiguous."

"Ambiguous? Just a little fling between a man and a woman?"

Keira looked at Malcolm thoughtfully, then at Lyra, and snickered, "Last time I heard Chad say that Lyra

is more powerful than Mr. Malcolm, so will Lyra also use the little whip to fix Mr. Malcolm?"

Malcolm and Lyra didn't know what to say.

This time it was Chad's turn to hold his laughter.

"Come on, why can't you keep your mouth shut? If you keep talking, Mr. Malcolm is going to get mad!

And then he'll beat you up!" He hugged Keira, turned his head and headed for the car, hurriedly

shoving her into the passenger seat.

Lyra had a helpless smile. Her small hand took Malcolm's, and tightly interlocked fingers, "Malcolm,

you're usually so well behaved. How can I take a small whip to beat you? What do you think?"

Malcolm was in a much more relaxed mood and nodded with satisfaction as he sat the back row with

her.

Not long after, the four returned to the White Manor.

Keira chattered and talked her best jokes along the way, making them laugh and having a good time.

Through the winding alleyways of the White Manor, before they reached the door of Lyre Spiti, there

was a pretty figure standing just outside the villa waiting and pacing leisurely back and forth.

Lyra was the first to notice. The woman's skin was extremely well. No one could guess her age from

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Lyra had not seen her before.

And the woman who was at the door noticed them approaching and looked over at Malcolm with a

smile, "Malcolm, it's been a long time."

The intimacy made Lyra subconsciously frown. She was trying to release Malcolm, but his grip was

tightened.

Malcolm's eyes were also on the woman. There was a slight surprise in his inky pupils, "Auntie Alice."

Auntie Alice?

The eldest daughter of White family, Alice White, who was in her thirties, had been abroad and was an

unmarried person. And she was coming back for a reunion.

Lyra was embarrassed. Alice looked so young that she thought Alice was having some affairs with

Malcolm.

Malcolm stepped forward and introduced to Alice, "Alice, this is my fiancee, Lyra Lloyd."

"Hello, Alice."

Lyra smiled and spoke politely.

Alice looked at her, but her eyes gradually froze, showing obvious dislike, "How is it you? You are

Malcolm's fiancee?"

Lyra was confused and looked at each other with Malcolm. Neither of them understood Alice's

meaning.

"I've always been Malcolm's fiancee. It hasn't changed. Do you hear something?"

Alice's face looked cold, "Not long ago in European Swye, Princess Cayley held a court banquet. You

were on stage in the limelight. You probably did not pay attention to the offstage. I was at that party."

Lyra's expression froze.

Since Alice was at the party, she must have known about her and Anthony's wedding, no wonder she

treated her badly.

"That happened for a reason ..."

When she tried to explain, Alice coldly withdrew her gaze and stepped forward to tug Malcolm's arm,

"Come with me alone. I want to talk to you."

Malcolm was pulled away.

Lyra looked at the back of the two to a corner, lowered her eyes and felt a little despondent.

Chad noticed her mood and came over to reassure her, "Don't worry, Miss Lyra. She doesn't know the

situation and may say some not so nice things to Mr. Malcolm, but Mr. Malcolm definitely believes in

you."

"I know."

Lyra responded.

She didn't know what she was afraid of. Was she afraid that Malcolm would suspect that the baby was

really Anthony's because of Alice's words?

How could Malcolm possibly think that way?

She stroked her belly. It was still too early to feel the baby's presence, but she knew that a new life was

being birthed in it.

It was her and Malcolm's baby!

Chad saw that her expression froze and she touched her stomach. He was afraid she would be overly

concerned, so he hurriedly winked at Keira.

Keira immediately understood what he meant and enthusiastically stepped forward to take Lyra's arm,

continuing to tell her jokes.

Lyra's thoughts were quickly carried over by this young girl who was beside her and allowed her to pull

herself along and go inside the villa.

...

Alice pulled Malcolm along and kept walking to the corner of the garden.

"Alice, you're going to make Rara paranoid. There is no word that Rara cannot listen to, and I have no

secrets from her."

Alice wasn't too happy, "Are you accusing me of that?"

Malcolm lowered his head and didn't say anything. His silence meant acquiescence.

Alice was angry for a moment, but because it was her favorite nephew, she did not scold him, but said,

"Do you have any idea what that Lyra Lloyd did in European Swye!?"

"I know." His face looked flat and he nodded.

"You know?" Alice was shocked, "If you knew all that, why didn't you cancel your engagement with her?

She went to Europe Swye to marry another man, and is pregnant with that man's child."

"The day when she threw up in public at the banquet, it was well known to European Swye's nobility.

She and that man were showing affection at the banquet! You can tolerate this?"

What she said was a momentary discomfort to Malcolm's heart.

He quickly hid his displeasure and said without changing his facial expression, "Alice, you

misunderstand. The child in Rara's belly is mine, and the reason she went to European Swye was for

me."

"Hmm?"

Alice was baffled and stared at him incredulously, "Are you out of your mind? You like being cheating,

right? I saw it with my own eyes at the party. How can it be fake? She admitted that the child in her

belly is that man's. Are you planning to be a stepfather?"

Malcolm was speechless.

That was his baby. Who was he going to be a stepfather to?

It should have been Anthony who wanted to be a stepfather in the first place.