After divorce I am a billionaire

Only after seeing he was faint did the man with the ghostly face take off his mask.

In the moonlight, the man's dark eyes were cold and, looking at Anthony with bloodlust.

Chad came up and asked, "Boss, how to deal with him?" "Tie up the two and throw them in the car. As for Anthony ..." Melvin stopped speaking and his eyes narrowed. And his expression was ruthless, "Hang him up and take him to the hut prepared in advance. Lyra will be here in 10 minutes or so at the soonest. Before she comes, torture him first." REST Anthony was forcibly awakened by cold water.

When he woke up, he found his hands tied, hanging backwards from behind to the beam of a broken hut. His feet could touch the ground, barely to keep his weight in place with his tiptoe.

This posture was very tired. His arms were be sore and unbearable. If hanging on for an hour, the arms can be painful to dislocation. The armpits will be bruised and swollen.

He gave a light laugh.

This kind of torture, at first glance, was the military's usual tactic.

"What are you laughing at?" The man's deliberately low, deep voice came from next to him.

Anthony glanced over.

Seeing that it was the man with the ghost face before he fainted, he was leaning against the wooden pillar in a leisurely and reserved manner.

Anthony's blue eyes were not flustered at all and still with a smile.

"I don't know why | offend the National Investigation Bureau that you are setting me up for arrest." The ghost-faced man approached him and went straight to the point, "Recently a sample of the numbered bottle of S404 biochemical agent was missing from the lab. | checked the file and you had a record of the lab visit half a month ago." Anthony was not convinced, "I'm not the only one who visited the lab, so why should | be suspected of taking it?" "Because the day you asked Lyra to Fantalure Bar, someone just happened to take out that potion and hurt someone. And you dare say it had nothing to do with you?" Anthony wrinkled his brows slightly, "How would you know?" The ghost-faced man took off the silver mask from his face in front of him, showing Melvin's handsome, cold and hostile face.

Anthony stared at his face and his pupils were shocked, "I can't believe it's you! How did you get this mask? | don't believe it! How can the boss of National Investigation Bureau is you!?" He had felt before that Melvin was not right and had sent someone to check it out. Melvin's file was too clean and he suspected then that it was not simple.

But...

This man was no longer simple, but it was impossible that he was related to the National Investigation Bureau! Melvin's dark eyes narrowed as he observed Anthony's expression.

Seeing that Anthony was indeed shocked, he said, "It seems that you stole this potion not because you found out my whereabouts, but you wanted to harm Lyra. You pretended to love her so much that you were vicious enough to try to destroy her with the S404 potion." "I didn't! 1 do love her!" Anthony was adamant about not admitting it.

He chose to skip the topic and sneered at Melvin, "Are you deliberately using the National Investigation Bureau's name to get my word? Do you think | will believe it? Your identity is just the young master of the Freeman family in Frayton. How is it possible!?" Melvin's eyebrows were cold and he didn't answer.

Anthony: "I just accidentally fell for the ruse you and Lyra set up today. Do you really think you can keep me locked up for long? Tomorrow my people will find out that I'm missing. Private kidnapping and attacking the boss of Security Agency is not a small crime. You can think carefully!" "Oh?" Melvin smiled carelessly, "Then try it and see if they will come to save you tomorrow." Anthony looked at his face which was cold and calm. And it did not look like he was pretending, and then he looked at the ghost face mask in his hand.

This mask, representing the highest leadership symbol of the National Investigation Bureau, was made of pure gold. With a complex process and unique pattern, it was the only one of its kind in the world.

His heart began to waver.

Outside the door, Chad knocked on the door in a whisper, "Boss, it's five minutes past. Miss Carroll will be here soon." "Great." Melvin looked at Anthony again and got straight to the point, "You took this potion half a month ago, but you only came to Frayton a week ago.

Anthony lowered his head to the ground and just smiled, not saying anything.

Melvin grabbed him by the hair and forced him to see his eyes.

"You know very well what the National Investigation Bureau does with stubborn guys. Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?" Anthony was instantly enraged by his words, gritting his teeth.

"Don't you dare!" "Why wouldn't | dare? You already know who | am, and with what you've committed this time, you think you can walk out of here unscathed?" The more he spoke, the more vicious Melvin's eyes became.

Anthony stared at him for a couple of seconds and then laughed aloud instead, "You're not Mr. Melvin, are you?" The boss of the National Investigation Bureau definitely can not be a president in Frayton.

Melvin didn't say anything.

"You claim that | have a purpose for approaching Lyra, and I'm afraid she doesn't know who you are. And you don't have a purpose? Pretending to be weak in front of her, what are you doing it for?" Melvin's grip on his hair tightened fiercely.

Anthony felt his scalp was about to lift off. He felt the pain, and soon laughed again.

"Since you already know it wasn't sulfuric acid, it should be clear to you that you won't live long! | can't get her, and neither can you!" Melvin's eyes were furious. He let go of the hand that was holding his hair and gave him a hard punch.

Anthony's cheek quickly swelled and turned purple-red.

He spat blood on the ground, and those blue eyes were still provocative.

"Even if the doctor can suppress the S404 virus in your body, you can't die, but there will be after-effects after a long time. When you are a disability, if she knows, she may be heartbroken for you in the short term. What about the days to come?" "Melvin, from the moment you got drugged, your crippled body is destined to be unworthy of her!" Melvin's brows quivered.

He froze for a long time without saying anything until Chad's voice came again from the door.

"Boss, Miss Carroll's car is at the highway. It's coming in two minutes." "Good." He looked at Anthony again, "Since you have fallen into my hands, you should know that there is no men in this world that | can not let them speak out, and | will dig out all your secrets in the next few days." Anthony glanced at him and grunted.

Melvin grabbed his hair again and threatened in a whispered warning, "When Lyra comes in, you should know exactly what not to say. And if you dare to reveal it, | will make your life worse than death!" "Miss Carroll! You're here!" Chad's not-so-little voice rang out at the door.

Melvin hid the mask and turned to go out to meet Lyra.

The door opened and he just met Lyra's beautiful eyes.

Thinking about some of Anthony's words just now, he narrowed his eyes and rarely did he take the initiative to be attentive and open his mouth.

Lyra didn't notice, but asked, "Well? Did he just explain anything?" Melvin shook his head. "No, he wouldn't talk about it." "I want to talk to him alone for a while." "Okay." "It's alone, no eavesdropping by your people, including you." Lyra emphasized.

He was stupefied slightly and replied in a low voice, "Okay." When Lyra entered, Melvin helped her closed the door. He let Chad and the others walk away, and went to a nearby tree to wait.

In the hut, Anthony saw her enter and smiled lightly.

"Lyra, | really didn't expect that tonight was really a planned dinner. Could it be that the love you showed for me all this time has been an act?"