After divorce I am a billionaire

The atmosphere at the dinner table instantly becvery serious, which was a bit appalling, and the servants who were standing around waiting for orders were scared back.

The Collin couple looked up at the stand glared at Claudia.

Malcolm wrinkled his eyebrows and looked extraordinarily gloomy under his ghostly face.

Claudia was also made to feel nervous by them, and she gave a condescending grunt, forcing herself to take the control.

"What are you looking atfor? I'm telling the truth." She was going to say it to Malcolm and show him that Lyra was an unclean bitch! Reginald was a little upset and coughed lightly twice, "Dinner's ready. Why are you mentioning this? Shut up and eat your food." Claudia was still very sensible, and her purpose had been achieved anyway.

The Collin couple and Malcolm's eyes fell back on Lyra, who was on the sidelines.

She was eating quietly, with no extra expression on her face, as if she hadn't heard what Claudia had just said.

This was not like her usual vengeful character.

Malcolm was a little surprised and tentatively served her a mushroom that she didn't like to eat into the bowl, "This is nutritious and actually tastes pretty good. You need to eat more of it." Lyra's hand with the fork stopped momentarily.

In front of everyone, she didn't say anything but just stared back at Malcolm.

This glance, known only to Malcolm, was a warning, and she was obviously holding her anger in her heart.

There was anger in the heart, but not to vent it, which was not like her style.

Malcolm didn't know what was going on in her head, but knew what he might experience if he put this mushroom, which she hated, into her bowl and went back at night.

So, he was consciously picking the mushrooms back out of her bowl and eating it himself.

Lyra's face eased up at that.

This scene was seen by Reginald. His deep eyes slightly averted. No one knew what he was thinking.

The meal was not a pleasant one.

Reginald saw Malcolm put down his fork before he smiled gently and asked, "Malcolm, do the dishes suit your taste?" "It's not bad. I'm already full. Take your tto eat, Reginald.” Reginald also put down his fork, "I've eaten, but I'm old and have bad legs. | want to go to the study to find sbooks but | want them to continue eating. Why don't you pushover?" It was obvious that there was something he wanted to say to him alone.

"Okay." Without hesitation, Malcolm got up and walked behind Reginald to help him push his wheelchair.

When they both left, Claudia continued, "Lyra, you are really lucky. You're just a divorced and second-hand woman. Malcolm doesn't care, but also willing to marry you. You should thank your family ... ah! " Just as she finished speaking, Lyra picked up half a glass of juice on the table and splashed it on her with precision.

The juice splashed all over her, even on the strands of her hair.

She stared at Lyra, "How dare you?" Lyra raised her eyebrows coldly, "Why don't | dare? Mel was there just now. This is his first dinner at Lloyd's Parlor. | can tolerate you for once. You were so insensitive, and took advantage of it." "It's in the Lloyd family! I'm your stepmother!" Lyra snickered, "Besides sad, who in the family recognizes your identity? You don't know it? Always like to find a sense of presence. You seem to profoundly realize that you're born ridiculous, living a life of shame.” "You!" Claudia's face turned red with anger and looked at the Collin couple.

One was cold, and the other wanted to laugh. It was not their business.

Lyra noticed her gaze and taunted, "What are you looking at? Expecting them to say a few words for you? This is my own brother and sister-in-law. They're already doing it for dad's sake by not helping to pass the knife forto kill you." Once Reginald left, Claudia was left without help and she was depressed and looked like she was being bullied to almost cry.

Lyra was not accustomed to her pretending, taking a fork to press it against her neck.

Claudia was stunned, "Lyra! If you hurt me, you're not going to be any better!" After all, so many people were watching. Kathleen also wanted to help persuade, "Lyra..." Collin took Kathleen's hand and signaled that she should not care.

The couple watched the play in silence.

Claudia was helpless, feeling the fork against her skin. She didn't dare move.

Seeing her wimp out, Lyra sneered, "What else do you know besides braggart and ingratiation?" Claudia was speechless.

"If you keep a low profile, | can let you enjoy one last tof being rich before | inherit the family business. If you pissoff ..." Her eyes were sharp as she leaned in close to Claudia and whispered, "I'll have someone tie you up in a few days and throw you into the mountains to feed the boars." Claudia's pupils dilated, "How dare you!" "Then you can try. I've always been lawless, see if | dare?" Claudia saw her fierce and cold gaze and completely stopped talking.

The study.

Malcolm was on the top shelf, helping Reginald find a book.

"Is this book? Or that one?" Reginald put on his presbyopic glasses and stared up, "Just the middle one." Malcolm took it out and handed it to him with both hands.

His wrinkled hand gently rubbed the book cover and spoke steadily, "I agreed to your engagement to her because | value your decisive nature in the business world. How are you two getting along while you're living together?" Malcolm stood and listened with a sense of discipline, and a hint of doubt surfaced.

Was he now not satisfied with him? "Rara she takes care ofmeticulously. I'm grateful to her. Reginald, please rest assured that Rara is the baby of the Lloyd family and the other half | want to hold in my heart and spoil. | will spend the rest of my life taking good care of her." These words were obviously very heartfelt, but Reginald becmore and more serious, even shaking his head and sighing.

"Reginald?" "It's good that you think so, but my daughter has been spoiled bysince she was a child. She always wants to have the upper hand in things. Do thing and talking as much as she wants to, and even to elders. With her temper, it's easy for her to suffer loss, so | want to find a man who can keep her down." Malcolm compressed his lips and did not immediately answer.

The mind was puzzled.

Didn't fathers want their sons-in-law to spoil their daughters, but Reginald wanted him to make Lyra a obedient person? Twenty-three years of effort had failed to keep her fiery nature down, and it was an almost impossible task to get him to take over halfway.

Reginald continued, "Lyra usually listens to Collin the most. Only Collin can suppress her. | hope you can learn from him." Was this to ask him to take lessons from Collin? He was in competition with Collin, and Collin had sent someone to kill him before, and they might have becenemies if not for Lyra.

"Reginald, actually ... Rara she listens tovery well when it comes to major things." Reginald didn't even bother to expose him, "You don't have to hide it. I've heard all about you guys." Malcolm was slightly confused.

Heard about it? Was that what was being said about him and Lyra out there? Reginald: "I'm old and | don't think | can stay with my children for a few years, so if you can't fulfill my wishes, I'll have to reconsider your engagement.” Malcolm instantly squatted in military position and looked discreetly at Reginald who was in his wheelchair, "Don't worry. | will discipline Rara well and make her a good and virtuous wife!" MMMWWLIIOIfIO&1 MMMWWLIIOIfIO&1 mmMwWLLIOfiflO& 1 MMMWWLIIOIfIO&1 MULL TO £2 E1061 mmMwWLIiIOfiflO&1