After divorce I am a billionaire

After reaching, he walked through the winding alleys and finally stopped at the door of Lyre Spiti.

Across the garden, he can hear the faint and tender laughter coming from the villa.

It was like Molly's voice.

Thinking of Molly the sweetheart, Anthony's eyes gradually softened, and he stood quietly at the door waiting to pick her up.

Ten minutes later, Lyra and Malcolm led the two babies out.

Molly saw Anthony and ran to give him a hug.

"Anthony~" Anthony squatted down, and when she approached, he wrapped his long arms and hugged her firmly, then looked at Lyra and Malcolm and said, "Rara, Mr. Malcolm, Molly is going to be late for kindergarten. I'll take her away first.” "Okay." Lyra responded .

Malcolm nodded slightly.

Spencer, who was being held by his daddy, pouted and stared at the back of Anthony and Molly laughing with a displeased expression.

Lyra saw his expression and asked, "Baby Spencer, don't you want to go to kindergarten too?" Spencer shook his head, "My illness is not yet cured, and the injections are too time-consuming to go to kindergarten like Molly." With a proud face, he continued, "Moreover, | can't play a lot with them. | can already do the math Olympiad for students in junior high school, but they are still learning addition and subtraction from 1 to 10. There is no common topic." Lyra got it.

"That means you don't like your godfather and don’t want to see him?" Spencer snorted, "He's Molly's godfather. I've never admitted him. | really don't want to see him. It's annoying to abduct Molly every day." Malcolm bent over and lifted his little butt with his big palms, cradling him into his arms.

Spencer rarely enjoyed his father's hug because he sat in the hospital bed for a long time. He liked to hug Malcolm's neck, and his small head laid on his broad shoulder.

Lyra was beside him, stroking his short shaggy hair, lovingly.

"Daddy, it's fortunate that you won Mommy's heart back then. If it's that Anthony, hum! I'm going to cut off the father-son relationship with him." The corners of the couple's mouth twitched.

Malcolm corrected, "If your mum was with Anthony, their baby wouldn't be you, and you don't know where you were born yet.

You're just my baby and Rara's." It was a unique baby with his and Lyra's genes.

"Why? | don't understand..." "You'll understand later." The three left Lyre Spiti and went to the White family's garage, ready to go to the laboratory for infusion.

Anthony took Molly on their way to kindergarten.

Molly grabbed the car window, and was curious.

Even though she saw the sstreet scene every day, she was still very interested in it.

After a while, a quarreling young couple appeared on the street.

The woman turned around and left, but the man immediately chased after her, and a loving hug cfrom behind.

Molly blinked, thinking of Anthony and Mavis inadvertently.

"Your dated with Mavis yesterday. How was it? Did you have fun?" She giggled and looked mysterious.

"The date went well, and Mavis was also very happy." Anthony thought for a while, then asked, "If | make Mavis really your godmother, would you like it?" Molly clapped her hands, "Of course, Mavis rescuedand treatedvery well. Fortunately, it wasn't that Auntie Nevaeh. She is old, ugly, and mean. You must not like her." Anthony smiled warmly, driving with one hand and rubbing her head with the other.

"| like everything you like, and hate everything you hate." "Well, you're so good~" Anthony pursed his lips and smiled lightly. In front of Molly, he would never be a bit lethal.

But, Molly happened to mention Nevaeh.

Nevaeh actually introduced Mavis to the bar to earn quick money. Mavis was about to be his spouse which would be wrote on her ID.

When he was free, he will settle it with Stone Group sooner or later.

Anthony had always been very precise. After sending Molly to kindergarten, it was exactly 9 o'clock when he returned to Callahan Residence.

He had breakfast with Rebecca and Timothy, who had just woken up yawning.

On the dinner table, Rebecca winked at Timothy, indicating something.

Timothy was indifferent and focused on eating.

Rebecca got angry and had to ask herself, "Anthony, | heard that you brought a drunk woman back last night. She slept in your room all night, and haven't cout yet. Is it true?" Anthony had the porridge expressionlessly, and hummed. It was a response.

Rebecca got excited, "God! Haven't you and her already...? Is she pretty? Is she in good shape? | always value appearance. If she wants to be my future sister- in-law, her appearance must be good!" Anthony frowned slightly, "She's just a friend. She lost her job. I'm going to recruit her to the house as a private maid." His words did not dampen Rebecca's enthusiasm.

"Anthony, don't lie to me. Do you think I'll believe it? The maid will be recruited to your room and not cout all night?" Timothy interrupted, "Okay, marriage is a big deal. Let him think about it himself. It's no use urging." Anthony laughed and joked, "Seeing that you are so anxious about my marriage, do you also want to get married to get a lot of money? | will ask a few elders in the clan to find you syoung talents from the rich and powerful families tomorrow. 30 men, how about it? You can take your tand choose the one that you think looks good." "Huh? Anthony??" Weren't we talking about your marriage? Why did you suddenly talk about me? And, 30 men? How did she feel like she was picking a harem? Timothy pouted and said, "I see.30 is just right. One blind date every day, which is exactly the sfor a month." "Timothy!" Rebecca was almost embarrassed by what they said, "| won't have a blind date. | have to choose by myself, and choose according to the standard of a good man like Malcolm." Timothy: "Then I'm afraid you have to choose to be 30 years old, be a widow. By his standards, there are few in the world." "I don't care! Anyway, | want my man to be like Malcolm. If | really can't choose, it's not impossible to consider lowering the standard a little bit." The three ate very lively.

Anthony, who never entered the kitchen, went to the kitchen to serve a warm breakfast in person.

As soon as Mavis woke up, she smelled the scent of breakfast on the coffee table.

Something cstraight at her.

"Ouch!" She ducked back subconsciously, but was hit on the head by the shopping bag.

Anthony said slowly, "This is a new set of clothes | bought for you. Have breakfast first, then change your clothes, and then we will go to the Civil Affairs Bureau.” He arranged it perfectly, leaving no tfor her at all.

Mavis nodded weakly and looked at the contents of the shopping bag.

A pure white dress in size S, a one-size-fits-all underpants, and...

Bra!!! She blushed instantly, covered her chest subconsciously, and stammered, "Mr. Callahan, how do you...how do you know my size?"