After divorce I am a billionaire

When he returned to the White Mansion, Ryan seemed to know he would come to the door and was already sitting in living room's couch waiting.

Malcolm didn't change his military uniform and looked righteous. With his military boots, he walked in the villa, and every step was upright with momentum.

Ted brought a team of soldiers, followed him into the villa's living room and surrounded the entire living room, which looked somewhat appalling.

Ryan was old and experienced a lot with Rudolph.

Although he had never been an officer, seeing Malcolm come here in a big way, he had little expression and was tasting his freshly brewed tea very calmly.

Malcolm walked over to a side sofa and sat down. Seeing that Ryan had no intention of pouring him a cup of tea, he took the teapot himself and poured a cup of tea for himself.

"Your hospitality is really getting worse and worse. | am the head of the family. It's okay if you don't greet me. And you can't even spare a cup of tea for me." Ryan's eyes were cloudy and grim, and he didn't even look at him.

"I don't have any good tea. It's not as valuable as you have. And I'm afraid you won't like it, so | didn't serve any tea for you." Malcolm gently sipped the tea and fervently agreed with him, "Indeed, the taste of this tea is indeed bad, but it has nothing to do with the tea itself. It's the person who brewed the tea is not up to par." Ryan drank the whole cup of tea in his hand and heavily put down the cup on the table, which caused dull sound as if venting out his indignation.

The two played dumb for a while. Finally, Ryan could not resist and mentioned the topic back on track.

"I only have Travis as a son. Although he is not as good as you, and often does stupid things, he is still my son, our family's bloodline and your cousin. Can't you let him go?" Malcolm's slender fingertips tapped his teacup as if he was thinking about something, "He made a mistake and deserves to be punished. You're covering up for him and only encouraging his bad intentions." Ryan's wrinkled eyes were slightly red, and he didn't know if he was angry or excited.

Malcolm's voice was cold and he was unmoved, "Where did you hide him? If you take the initiative to hand him over, | won't take it seriously this time. If | find him out personally, it will be counted as a crime of escape.” "Why are you so vicious and pushing him so hard?" Ryan's fists were so tight that they were shaking, and he stared at him with indignation, "If he is really sent to a senior prison, his life will be ruined. There will be people scoffing at me. This time he did it without my knowledge. But it didn't cause particularly bad results in the end and my dad is okay. Do you have to hold on to him like this?" Speaking of which, he slapped the coffee table heavily, making an appallingly loud noise, as if trying to suppress Malcolm's aura from the motion.

Malcolm tightened his eyebrows. His face was chilled. He threw the teacup in his hand out hard the moment Ryan finished slapping the table.

There was a loud and crisp sound.

The ceramic fell into the corner and broke in pieces.

Ryan trembled by his sudden outburst of anger and shut his mouth up to stop accusing him.

With anger, Malcolm's tone was intensified, "If it would have caused extremely bad results, he wouldn't even have a chance to sneak away and hide now. I'd send him straight to NIB to be shot." "Ryan, don't provoke me. Thirty times of whipping plus five years in prison is already the last compromise | can make on account of my grandfather's plea. This is not negotiable." He got up and straightened the cuffs of his uniform, and his eyebrows furrowed coldly.

"It looks like you aren't going to be honest today, so don't blame me for personally nabbing Travis and doubling his original punishment.” He smiled and snorted, which was sarcastic. He turned his head and walk ed away, saying the last sentence resentfully, "Ted, put handcuffs on Mr. Ryan. Invite him to NIB for a seven-day trip." Two soldiers immediately came forward with metal handcuffs and forced Ryan up from the couch.

Ryan kept struggling, resisting the handcuffs being put on his hands, and yelled at Malcolm who was about to walk out of the villa.

"Where is your humanity! | am your elder, your uncle. You want to handcuff me and send me to the bureau! What did | do wrong?" Malcolm's eyes looked cold, "You helped Travis evade guilt. You should be punished for harboring. I'll detain you for a few days, so you can learn a lesson." Ryan still denied it, "I didn't help him. | got up in the morning and he was already gone. | am in the dark just like you guys. How would | know where he is?" Malcolm was unmoved and said heartlessly, "Save those words when you're at the interrogation room." He walked out the room.

Ryan watched him that he was about to leave, and went ahead regardless to show his hole card.

"Malcolm, | know why your parents had an accident!" Malcolm abruptly stopped and was stunned. He seemed to think about the meaning of Ryan's words.

After a few minutes, he slowly turned around and looked at Ryan who had been forcibly handcuffed.

"What do you mean?" When his mom and dad died, Malcolm was very young and raised by his grandpa as long as he could remember.

He had only seen a photo of his parents together.

Rudolph had told him that his parents died in a car accident together.

Ryan saw him that he was curious and gradually got back the initiative, "Uncuff me and I'l tell you." The two men looked at each other. Malcolm's eyes narrowed and he didn't speak for a long time.

He didn't know if Ryan was telling the truth or not.

"Well, I'd like to see what kind of tricks you want to play." He re-entered the living room, directed Ted to uncuff Ryan, and drove all the outsiders out of the villa.

Ryan's servants were taken into the garden by Ted to keep a centralized watch to prevent from eavesdropping.

The soldiers of the seventh team, on the other hand, guarded the outside of the big iron gate.

In the villa's living room, all doors and windows were closed.

This was a sign of how much Malcolm cared about the matter.

His eyes were somber, staring sharply at Ryan, and he meant to break down his inner disguise, "Say it." Ryan sneered, but answered seriously, "Did Rudolph tell you my elder brother and sister-in-law died in a car accident?" Malcolm tightly pursed his thin lips and was suppressing the extreme displeasure in his heart.

Ryan could sense his impatience and quickly took over and continued, "In fact, you parents did not die in a car accident at all.

Only | know the inside story. If you spare Travis, | will tell you." Malcolm's face looked icily cold as winter snow.

"One size does not fit all. You can't threaten me with this secret to spare Travis, and, | can ask grandpa.” Ryan snorted, "Rudolph will not tell you. Even if you put a knife on his neck, he will not say a word, because he actually doesn't know the most real reason. Only | know the most because this matter is related to me." Malcolm's brows furrowed as he gazed at him, seemingly checking the truth of his words.

Ryan: "If you don't believe me, you can ask Rudolph yourself and see how he reacts." Malcolm calmly analyzed and retorted, "If you know such a big secret, why didn't you tell me before and you threatened me with it only today?" "Because Rudolph placed a gag order. The secret is not simple. If it's not because I can't afford to see Travis go to High-order Prison to serve his sentence and suffer, | will absolutely keep this secret even when | die, and even bring it into my future grave.

At this point in the conversation, Malcolm was already somewhat convinced.

But it was not a trivial thing. He needed to confirm first.

He got up again, "I'l think about it for a few days. Until | give you an answer, it's better to ask you to stay at the bureau for a few days to make an investigative statement.” Ryan was confused.

He froze slightly, not expecting Malcolm to be so composed that he would have to send him into custody.

"Malcolm! You heartless bastard!" Malcolm listened to Ryan's tirade and left the villa without a backward glance.

This time, Malcolm didn't stop there.

After he left, Ted immediately led his men to re-cuff Ryan. Ryan refused and then four soldiers directly carried him away.

* After leaving Ryan's villa, Malcolm walked through the winding alleys of the White Mansion. His eyes looked deep and calm and he was constantly thinking and recalling the incident.

The destination of his route was Rudolph's villa.