After divorce I am a billionaire

Micah was slightly stunned and quickly looked at the two cups of tea she had poured.

He didn't realize that she had prepared his share.

He walked over, picked up the cup of tea and took a serious sip.

The water temperature was well controlled and the second brewing of the tea was just enough in fragrance.

When tasting it, he though the tea was light and smooth. It could see that she was doing great with the tea lesson.

He finished drinking and said seriously, "It tastes good." Abigail, however, gazed at him sideways, "That's it? You're so perfunctory. Don't mince words when complimenting a woman on something like that." Micah understood and commented again, "This is the most fragrant tea | have ever drunk, and you poured it yourself. | will never forget the taste in my life." She laughed and was amused by his wordings.

Previously, she only thought he was cold and ascetic, but she never thought he was cute as well.

She poured another cup of tea and handed it over, "Drink this and go home." Micah took it and fondled admiringly.

The next morning at Lyre Spiti.

Malcolm asked Shane to come over to talk in the name of his boss. Shane couldn't avoid or hide.

At ten o'clock sharp, Shane showed up at the door of Lyre Spiti on time.

The bodyguard quickly let him in. He had his eyes lightly lowered. No one could see the emotions in his eyes.

Lyra and Malcolm were just sitting in the living room waiting. Both looked serious.

Shane stood in the doorway of the villa, straightened his uniform collar and walked in steadily.

"Mr. Malcolm, ma'am." He stepped across the coffee table and stood in the open space in front of them.

Malcolm stared at him and pointed to the side couch, "Sit." "Thanks, Mr. Malcolm." As he took his seat, Lyra prepared to speak. Shane seemed to have sensed this and spoke ahead of her, "I'm here today on official business of National Investigation Bureau, so if you have personal questions about my family, there's no need to discuss it." The moment he said this, the atmosphere in the living room was quite.

Lyra's face looked cold and sullen. Obviously, she restrained herself from raging.

Malcolm reached out and clutched her palm to ease her mind, with his dark eyes staring at Shane.

"As the director, | should care about deputy director's family issues. It belongs to the official business." Shane's face froze slightly and then he smiled, "You're right." Malcolm didn't equivocate with him and asked, "I saw Melissa was not feeling well that night. She only showed up once in the party. Is she feeling better today?" "Thank you for caring about Melissa. She just caught a cold. Nothing serious. She'll be fine in a few days." He was smiling and speaking meticulously, without any unusual look.

Malcolm continued, "When did you agree to let her engage with the Barker family?" "Just before the party started. And after Mrs. White came with Mr. Keith to ask about the engagement.” This meant that the decision was made after he compared the engagement gifts of several families.

Lyra was so angry that she retorted him, "What the hell do you think Melissa is? Is she just a tool for profiteering? You have to shop around even for her engagement? You don't care what she likes. Do you deserve to be the person in charge?!" Shane replied calmly, "As a daughter of the Callahan family, she has the duty to create better benefits for the family.” Lyra laughed at that.

"So tell me, did the Callahan family do their parenting duty to her?" Shane pursed his lips and didn't say anything.

Lyra continued, "You knew about her relationship with Keith for almost a year, yet you still sold her for profit. You're just a freaking bastard. Mr. Shane, what do you think?" Shane's face froze slightly and he explained in a steady tone, "It's true that the Callahan family owed her more than 20 years of nurturing before, but I'll make it up to her twice as much in the days to come." "As for the engagement ...," he paused and his expression looked firm, "I have decided on my sister's engagement to the Barker family. You should have heard it the other day. She herself is also willing to it. This decision will not be changed.” He got up and bowed slightly towards the two people in the main seat of the couch, "Mr. Malcolm, ma'am, if there is nothing else, 1 will return to the bureau to take care my official business." Malcolm turned his head to look at Lyra and saw that she had no intention of forcing him to stay before he agreed to let Shane leave.

Shane immediately walked towards the door. After walking for a few steps, he stopped, turned back and added, "Mrs. White, Mr.

Keith needs your guidance and persuasion. He and Melissa, I'm afraid they're destined to be parted. | hope he can move on soon and get a new love. " Lyra and Malcolm were silent at the same time. Shane smiled as he left.

When he was completely gone, Lyra was furious, picked up a teacup and tried to smash it on the floor.

Malcolm immediately spoke out to stop, "Babe, | brought it back from an auction last month. One set is worth tens of millions dollars. Take it easy." Lyra narrowed her eyes and stared at him, "You care so much about the money? You think I'm prodigal?" "No!" Malcolm laughed, "If you really want to smash it, I'll take out the remaining seven or eight sets of other styles teacups in the kitchen, so you can smash them all at once, until you feel good." Lyra couldn't swing her hand down.

After all, it was expensive and there was one last set of teacup in the world. If she wasted such a thing for Shane, it was a pity.

She put it down resentfully and took the glass of water not far away.

Malcolm continued, "Honey, this is a crystal glass from Fospona, worth more than 2 million. It is really cheaper than the set of tea cups just now. You can smash it." Shane deserved 2 million crystal glass? It was obviously not worth it.

She once again put down the glass, and looked at Malcolm with displeasure, "I'm not allowed to smash them. | have no place to vent my anger, so I'll have to transfer it on you." Malcolm's eyebrows instantly furrowed together. He bit his lower lip in grievance and made his face closer to her.

"As long as you're willing, it's worth it even if my face is ruined.” He closed his eyes as if he was literally waiting for pain.

Lyra laughed and leaned down to kiss him on the face, "I won't beat you. Are you satisfied?" Malcolm opened his eyes, shook his head decisively and carried her up.

"It will be satisfied only when | can sleep with you." Lyra hugged his neck and looked up at the clock in the living room, "It's only 10:30 a.m. and you want to have sex?" Malcolm raised his eyebrows, "Do we have to pick an auspicious day and a good time before sex?" Lyra pursed her lips, "Anyway, I'm not in a good mood. Don't want to have sex." Malcolm rubbed the tip of her nose with his. And his voice sounded seductive, "Don't move. I'll do it. You have a lot of bothering things lately. Let me help you vent your anger." mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWLII0fiflO& 1 mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWL1i10fif10&1 mmMwWLIiI0fiflO&1