A Divorce Make Me Rich

Malcolm was going to be pissed off to the point of angina attack.

Restraint!

He wanted to, but Lyra wouldn’t give him the chance.

He inhaled deeply and held back his anger, not wanting to get angry in front of Lyra.

But Chad, as if unafraid to die, still clapped his hands in the aisle over and over again, relentlessly and very rhythmically repeating the cryptic phrases.

If the fool was not still needed for the mission, he would immediately kick him out and send him to dig coal.

Malcolm put up with it!

Lyra was still sitting on him, excited to help him activate his blood.

He brought his phone as if nothing had happened and sent a message to Chad, [clap once, deduct a thousand. Go to the financial settlement, and then now immediately get out from my villa !]

The sound at the door soon died down.

Malcolm’s phone received a message alert, and when he looked at it, he saw that Chad had sent him a dozen messages.

: (=ﾟДﾟ=)!

:(┯_┯)

It was all about crying, collapsing, and begging for mercy emojis.

Malcolm clicked on the top right corner of the interface and decisively selected [blacklist this user].

Lyra was still concentrating on massaging Malcolm’s abs and neck, unaware of what was going on in between.

Thirty minutes or so later, Lyra’s massage session was over.

She got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash her hands, then brought a basin of hot water and a towel to rub Malcolm’s body.

“Mel, my hands are red.”

She sat back down on top of Malcolm and displayed her red palms to Malcolm.

Malcolm grabbed her hand, and his thin and icy lips were attached to her palm, kissing it with painful and doting devotion.

Lyra quietly watched his movements, admiring his handsome face and smiling.

After kissing her palm, Malcolm’s dark eyes stared at her with a smirk, “When I’m healed, I’ll be the one to help you activate your blood in the future.”

Lyra instantly understood what he meant and her whole face turned red with shame.

“Shameless!”

…

The next day was an important day for the Angle Group Tower.

Lyra got up early to freshen up, put on a mask, hydrate and moisturize, and start her makeup.

The door suddenly opened. Malcolm was wearing a pure black ice silk robe. He slowly walked into the room to sit behind Lyra very naturally.

“What are you doing?”

Malcolm looked at the eyebrow pencil in her hand and offered to take it, “Let me help you with that.”

She looked skeptical, “Are you sure? Today is too important to go wrong.”

Malcolm nodded with conviction, put his hands around her shoulders, and turned her to face him.

She closed her eyes and let him take the eyebrow pencil and draw on her eyebrows.

At first, Lyra thought his approach was well and pretty good.

But after five minutes of drawing, Malcolm didn’t finish.

Lyra sensed something was wrong and gritted her teeth sorrowfully and threatened, “If you dare to deliberately ruin my makeup, I will ruin your hands!”

His hand that was painting eyebrows momentarily paused.

Lyra opened her eyes, grunted at him, and turned her head to examine herself in the mirror.

The two eyebrows were unexpectedly even and pretty.

Lyra added two more strokes. It was very perfect eyebrow shape. She did not expect his makeup skill was good?

“Mel, you know how to do makeup. Who did you learn it from? Look at your skill, you’ve done a lot of makeup for other women, right? Have you done the same for Charlotte before?”

The more she said, the more solemn her expression was. Her eyes were cold enough to freeze him to death.

Malcolm’s smile faltered.

How can she even bring up that old story?

Lyra was even more furious, “You hesitated. Trying to find an excuse to lie to me again? Was I right?”

Malcolm quickly denied it to prove his innocence, “I did not. I am not. I promise. I learned to sketch portraits in the army before. Thinking that it should be similar. I just try. We have said the past are turned over. Why you suddenly brought up irrelevant people … ”

Lyra narrowed her eyes dangerously, “You have guilty conscience?”

“No really.”

The more he described it, the more suspicious she got.

Malcolm could clearly feel the chill in her body.

As long as that was brought up, it was he who was at fault.

He got up in a hurry and squatted in front of her with a standard military posture and a straight back.

“I swear. You’re the first woman I’ve ever drawn eyebrows myself, and you’ll be the only one.” He tilted his head, and his dark eyes were extremely sincere.

Lyra stared at him, unconsciously sucked in by his deep eyes, and her small hand touched the contours of his face.

But when she thought he used to love to act and always tell a lie, Lyra’s hand turned to pinch his cheek.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

“Malcolm, you are a very cunning man. Your way may work for others, but not for me. Sooner or later I will tame you into honesty!”

The words came to an end. She hummed twice. The corners of her mouth gently pouted in a few cold and arrogant way.

“Tame me?”

Malcolm raised an eyebrow, “That’s up to you.”

The two looked at each other with a strong desire to conquer each other.

It was getting late, so Lyra picked up the pace and continued with her makeup.

Malcolm was right next to her to help her pick out her eye shadow, blush and lipstick colors, and harmony was restored.

“Rara, do you need my help today?”

“No, this is the first company I’ve built on my own since I broke away from the Lloyd family’s name. I will build the Angle Group’s reputation on my own. And, I’m going to surpass you and become the only richest woman in the country!”

That was an ambitious and wild statement.

Malcolm stared at her in a mysterious way, “Actually, if you want to be the richest woman, there is a quick way to get there. Do you want to know?”

Lyra gave him a curious look.

“That is, marry me and all the assets in my name will be yours.”

He would say this. Lyra guessed it. Her fingertips gently pushed down his forehead.

“You’re thinking too much! Don’t think that being engaged is the same as owning me. You still have a lot of hurdles to clear before you reach the marriage. At least so far, you’re not doing well with a couple of my brothers.”

Malcolm was not discouraged, “I’m good at what I do.”

Lyra’s face was serious, patting his shoulder.

“You still need to work hard.”

Before leaving, Lyra told him to stay at the villa to recover, and immediately rushed to the Angle Group Tower.

It was still early, and except for the Angle Group employees, it was extraordinarily desolate.

Lyra went through the whole process again and waited patiently.

However, the ceremony started at 9:30, and she waited at the door until 9:10, but the building was empty and quiet, and no one was invited to the ceremony.

Lyra furrowed her eyebrows. Many guested had promised to attend but no one was here now.

This was something that was not quite right.