After divorce I am a billionaire

Cody was still drunk and felt groggy.

He shook his hand and pointed at Lyra, being not afraid of anything at all, "What the hell? Who? | don't know you!" What he said had managed to turn Lyra's anger to rage.

Beatable little bastard! She looked around the room and saw that there was nothing to take advantage of. Subconsciously she looked at the belt around Malcolm's waist.

Malcolm noticed her gaze and looked at his belt as well. Instantly he understood.

"No way!" He furrowed his eyebrows and refused decisively.

Lyra thought about it and felt bad about it, so she looked at Chad again, who was standing by the door. Then she reached toward him, "Belt, give it to me." "Huh?" Chad, who was slightly confused, saw Malcolm's seemingly acquiescent gaze.

He could only force himself to unbuckle the belt around his waist and hand it over.

Before Lyra could take it, Chad had an sudden enlightenment, "Do you want to beat this kid up? It's a heavy work. My prospective sister-in- law, you can't be too tired, so I'll do it for you! I'm good at it!" Lyra agreed, "Be careful. Don't hurt it." "Okay!" Chad laughed, rolled up his cuffs and looked over at Cody as he was poker-faced and went up for an "enthusiastic" greeting.

Whoosh- The horrifying sound of breaking wind kept ringing.

"Ow! It hurts! Don't beat me!" Cody screamed, curled himself up and kept twisting his body to avoid it, but the belt was like having a pair of eyes, it could beat him with precision every time.

After that, he rolled to the ground and beccompletely conscious.

"Don't beat! Ah hiss ... ! I'm sober! Really awake!" Chad turned back to Lyra, who nodded at him before he immediately retrieved his belt and reattached it to his waist.

Lyra walked over and sat down on a couch, staring at Cody who was cowering on the floor.

"Bastard, take a good look at who | am! If you are already sober and make a pretence, | can only hand you back to you family.

Let your grandpa fix you. The family rules are much more ruthless than this belt, right?" Cody rubbed his arm, which was burning with pain, and looked at her.

On seeing Lyra's face, he instantly sat up, "Lyra..." Lyra had her arms crossed and looked at him with a cold look.

He hurriedly explained, "Lyra, | was out for a couple of days to have a drink with my friends. It's not a big mistake, right? Why should | be handed over to grandpa?" "Two days in the gap and you're drunk from yesterday to now?" Cody nodded, "Yes!" Lyra's eyes suddenly looked cold. She took out her phone, opened the hot search interface and threw it at him, "Look at it yourself!" Cody took it with a bewildered look. He was stunned when he saw the screen that was full of his headlines.

"This ... when did this it happened? I've just been drinking with friends for the past two days. | really didn't do anything. Lyra, believe me! | didn't sleep with them!" Malcolm, who was sitting on the side sofa, said coldly, "It's no use that she believes you. You have to let everyone believe you." "What should | do? My career, the Carver family, the Angle Group, it's all fucked up!" Cody was extremely anxious.

Facing with the overwhelming discussion on the Internet, he would want to slap himself in the face, not to mention Lyra and his grandpa who wanted to beat him.

He scratched his head in exasperation.

Because his movement was very large, when he scratched his head, it as revealed a deep red wound on his wrist caused by the belt.

"Who the hell slander me!?" Lyra ignored his freak-out and didn't stop him.

He had been drunk for two days but caused such a big mess. She should let him suffer a little.

In the room, the three people, except for Cody, all watched him in peace and quiet.

After another interval, Malcolm said, "It can make you completely unaware. It must be caused by your familiar people. Who asked you out for a drink? Whom were you drinking with? You have to say it one by one." Cody thought seriously and got more manic, "| really don't remember. | was drunk and forgot it all ..." Lyra furrowed her eyebrows and instructed Chad, "Keep beating until he can remember!" Chad sharply unbuckled his belt and went up to greet him directly.

Cody held his head and rolled on the ground in pain.

Chad beat him hard, which made Cody feel painful like hell.

Cody was often beaten at hbut was completely unable to sustain this.

"Don't! It hurts! I'm trying to remember! I'll say!" The sound of the belt stopped immediately, but Chad would not rush to tie it back, waiting for Cody to explain.

"I remember it was Lewis Kaur who called and invitedto cto No. 5 Pub for a drink. Besides him, there were only two people who ctogether at the beginning. Enzo Dickerson and Aaron Sharp, both of them are my good friends." "By midway, there are their friends coming here in this room, and then their friends of friends cagain. They are all men. | simply did not care. We drank together. | really don't remember their names." Lyra thought about it and asked again, "Were there any people you thought were behaving strangely? He recalled carefully, "No, | really can't remember. Everyone is out to have fun. | didn't pay so much attention.” Lyra looked at him expressionlessly. And Chad, seeing this, raised the belt high in his hand again.

Cody trembled and held his head immediately, "Lyra, | really don't know. | never asked their names from the beginning to the end. Even if you beatto death, | can't think of them." Lyra didn't force him to remember anymore and handed him a glass of water, "Have swater. Don't sit on the floor. Get up and sit on the couch.” Seeing that she had no intention of continuing the questioning, Malcolm instructed Chad immediately.

"Lewis Kaur, Enzo Dickerson and Aaron Sharp. Go check them one by one if there are any suspicious records from the last half month. And then check the surveillance and check-in records at the nearest hotels." The photos about Cody were taken in bed as the background.

It should be someone who put sdrug in his drink, and then got Cody to a hotel to take those photos.

As soon as Chad left, Malcolm immediately got up to hug Lyra, "Let's go check out No. 5 Pub's surveillance for the past two days." Lyra nodded and hugged him back. Her tone sounded dependent, "Mel, with you around, you've gotten ahead of everything | have to do. | don't even seem to have anything left to do." Malcolm lowered his head and nuzzled the tip of her nose as if no one was watching, "All you have to do is listen. If | don't think about something well enough, you can make a comment.” "Hmm." The two smiled at each other, and when they looked at each other, there was a strong love in their eyes.

Cody looked distracted and bowed his head in resignation.

Malcolm took a few steps toward the door of the room, but Cody did not intend to follow them. Malcolm asked coldly, "Mr. Cody, you're not going with us?" "You guys are going to check the surveillance. What am | going to do? To watch you display your affection?"