After divorce I am a billionaire

Lyra was awake by the shouting, frowned slightly, ignored it and rolled over.

Mason was still knocking on the door. If she didn't cout, he would keep knocking.

Lyra, annoyed by the noise, lifted up the comforter with anger, put on her slippers and thick robe, and went over to open the door.

"What's he up to again?" She said in disgust and glared at Mason.

"Miss Lyra, the master didn't mean to toy with you this time. He went to the bar in the afternoon, drank a lot and shooed us all away. When | went to pick him up from the bar in the evening, | found him drunk in the snow. He kept calling out for you, so | had to bring him to you." Lyra had little expression, and looked very indifferent, "Just give him ssobriety pills, or find a doctor to give him an antidote injection. What's the use of sending him to me? I'm not a doctor." She was about to close the door when Mason immediately grabbed the door frame, "Just look at him. He'll be at peace with your presence." Lyra's face was icy cold, "I'm grounded by him. Except for this room, he forbidsto go out. What if he says I'm unruly tomorrow after he's sober? wouldn't | be too wronged?" "This .." Mason was in trouble and thought seriously, "How about ... | carry him to your room?" "No! He smells like booze. | can't stand it. Hurry back to Arzew Palace.” Mason was silent.

"Lyra, Lyra..." Downstairs in the living room, Anthony's drunken voice cthrough, with sadness.

Mason was in tears, "Miss Lyra, just go down and see him. I'll help you make it clear tomorrow. You don't want to be kept awake all night by him, do you? I'm begging you!" Lyra sighed and hid the displeasure in her eyes, instructing him, "Go get that maid up and cook something to wake him up.” "Yes!" Mason rushed down the stairs.

Lyra wrapped up in her thick and plush robe and followed downstairs absently.

Anthony laid on the couch. His face was red and he was unconscious.

Lyra covered her nose with her sleeve and sprayed snon-toxic and harmless air freshener to cover the smell of alcohol all over the living room.

She walked over to Anthony and kicked him in the knee a few times with her sole in an attempt to wake him up.

"Wake up, Anthony! This is no place for you to sleep. Finish your sobriety tea and get your ass back to your Arzew Palace!" Anthony's eyelashes fluttered lightly, and his consciousness gradually returned.

When he heard Lyra's voice, his hand subconsciously sought the direction of the sound source and tugged on the corner of her robe.

The disgust in Lyra's eyes could not be concealed instantly and she immediately tried to tug her robe back from his hand.

"Let go!" Anthony clutched it tightly and with great force.

She inhaled deeply. Her anger was welling up as she thought of Chad who was tortured and bloodied in the dungeon this morning.

While Mason went to the maid and was not back yet, she raised her hand and slapped him in that delicate face relentlessly.

She slapped him twice with very loud and clear sound! Anthony was awakened by the pain, let go her robe and sat up from the couch.

He raised his hand and rubbed his swollen head, then rubbed his painful and burning cheek, and looked up at Lyra in confusion.

"Lyra?" Lyra coldly and proudly raised her chin. Although she just slapped him, she didn't have a guilty conscience when looking at him, "You cto my place in the middle of the night to act crazily. You spoiled my sleep. Do you know!? Now that you're awake, get lost!" Anthony bowed his head, as if he hadn't heard her, and suddenly whimpered.

The pair of blue eyes was full of sadness and helplessness. His eyes were red, and there were slapping marks on his face, like being he was bullied.

Lyra coldly looked at him who was shedding tears, and there was no stir in her heart, "Stop pretending! Hurry up and leave.

You're smelly. Even air freshener can't cover your stench!" She turned around and headed for the stairs when Anthony clutched her by the corner of her robe again.

"Lyra, do you remember | took you to the grassland horse-racing in spring seven years ago? In summer, | jumped into the pond for you to pick lotus flowers. In autumn, | taught you archery and gun shooting. In winter, we built snowmen together and had snowball fights. At that twe were carefree ... " Lyra stopped dead in her tracks but didn't turn around.

Anthony seemed to be stuck in the beautiful memory, and his tears were pouring.

"l am an illegitimate child. Although my father tried his best to hide my identity, | have many siblings. | have no status in the Callahan family. My father is too busy to take care of me. When | am bullied, | can only suffer it in silence.” "I grew up with the understanding that what you want you must fight for yourself! In order to be worthy of your status as the youngest daughter of the richest man, that's why | chose to leave you temporarily and work in the Security Agency back then." "Those days of training were really hard, really hard! But | can keep going as long as | think of you. And | always think, as long as you can wait foragain, at most a few years, when | get the highest position of Security Agency, | will cback to marry you, but..." He choked with sobs and cried himself out.

Over the past years, he suffered all the pain alone and had never been so heartbroken in front of others.

"But | didn't expect you to have an accident the next year. And you stranded in Frayton by mistake with Malcolm! | really regret it! | regret why | didn't hold on to you at that time! Why did | let go?" A myriad of images from the old days unfolded in front of Lyra's eyes.

Lyra sighed silently, "Let bygones be bygones. There is no chance to start over. You have to move on. You are the one who is in a dead end. You have been unwilling to be open-minded." She stood quietly and listened to him who continued to talk.

"You and Malcolm missed a chance before. Why can you forgive him? But you can't forgive me?" "When you were in Frayton's bar, you flirted with him and doted on him in front of me. This is an image I'll never forget in my life! I just hate him sitting on top of you at that time. Why it wasn't me!" "| was so jealous that | was going crazy! That's why | arranged to have S404 biochemical virus poured on you. | knew he would stand in for you. | naively thought that once he was dead, you would be able to back together with me!" "But | did not expect that he's the director of National Investigation Bureau. He got a doctor in the lab so he can live more than six months! And | never expect that it let you love him more ..." At the mention of this, Lyra's hatred rose again and she coldly pushed his hand away from tugging at her robe.

"You're drunk! The maid will bring you a sober tea later. Let Mason take you back to Arzew Palace after you drink it. I'm sleepy.

I'm going up to bed!" She headed upstairs without looking back.

Just as she reached the stairway, Anthony's desperate and low growl cagain.

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