After divorce I am a billionaire

When Anthony brought Molly into the ward, he saw Chad and Spencer in the ward.

Anthony joked lightly, "Mr. Chad is a busy man in NIB now. How can you cto the laboratory to visit Spencer?" Chad put one hand in his pocket, leaning against the back of the chair, which looked very lazy.

"There is a big case in the bureau recently. Mr. Malcolm go to battle in person. | want to serve tea, but Mr. Malcolm insists on givinga holiday and asksto take care of my little nephew for a day." It was obviously another job in disguise, but Chad said it very proudly, like a paid reward.

Molly took off her little shoes and scrambled to the bed, leaning over to Spencer's side.

"How are you? Will you be uncomfortable? Massage your shoulder?" Spencer felt annoyed when he saw Anthony, and his attitude to Molly was not good. She was the little follower beside him, so he avoided her loving hug.

"It's okay. It's not uncomfortable. I'm used to it. Don't pull me. I'll be more comfortable." "Well, okay..." Molly let go of him sensibly, and sat quietly beside him.

Spencer looked at Anthony who was not far away again. His little expression was cool, like a little adult.

"Anthony, | heard you had a bet with my Uncle Chad a few years ago?" He called Anthony's ndirectly but called Chad with "my uncle".

Spencer's attitude towards the two men was obvious.

Anthony didn't react very much. Even if Spencer told all the Crana people that Spencer didn't recognize him as a godfather, that was what he deserved.

Chad took over with a smile, "Yeah, | had an appointment before, but | haven't had tto fulfill the bet. When will Mr. Callahan be free, let's find a place to learn from each other?" Anthony thought for a while, and was about to answer when Spencer said, "I think he and you are free today. Why don't Molly and | watch a live boxing match?" He spoke so passionately that even Molly was a little moved.

"Compared with Chad and Godfather's skills, who's better?" Chad said, "I'm doing it as a career. Although | have a lot of business in the bureau in recent years, | haven't forgotten to train my physical fitness. I'm afraid | will bully your godfather.” Spencer's eyes wandered back and forth between the two, and smiled with interest.

"I don't think so. It has to be compared before finding it out. Anthony split durian with his bare hand last time. He might win Chad." "Split durian with your bare hand? Anthony, you are fierce enough." Chad becinterested, "Why not just today? Let's fight for fun. Whoever loses will treat us a dinner?" Spencer wasn't too satisfied.

"It's boring to fight for fun, and it's even more boring to treat us a dinner. It's irrelevant. Anthony and Chad's desire to win is not strong." Chad turned his head to stare at him. "What's your idea?" The corner of Spencer's mouth twitched, and he laughed horribly, "It's better to sign a life-and-death contract. Even if your arms and legs are broken, you must be willing to admit defeat! Anthony, do you dare?" He asked Anthony about it directly as soon as he came. Anthony looked at him as if he was guessing a little bit of a bad idea he was having.

"Okay, let's sign a life-and-death contract. | am willing to admit defeat if | do lose." He knew that he was here to repay the debt, without any hesitation.

Chad was stunned, and asked Anthony in a low voice, "Are you serious?" Anthony nodded.

Spencer seemed to have succeeded, smiling smugly.

"Then it's decided." He raised his head and looked at the last half bottle of fluid he had not yet finished, "Half an hour later, let's compare in the small basketball court behind the laboratory. Sign the life-and-death contract. Ask a lawyer to stamp the official seal. Do notarization, and establish the bet." Chad's mouth twitched, "Do you have to be so cruel?" If it wasn't for his fear of losing, signing, stamping the official seal, notarizing it, and making a gambling contract, it would be too formal.

Was it necessary to play so much between friends? "Okay." Anthony smiled lightly and looked at Spencer tenderly, "Let's listen to Spencer 's arrangements today. He will make the decision." Spencer wasn't polite to him either, "Then I'll help you two think about the bet?" "Yes." Anthony and Chad said in unison.

Spencer touched his chin with a small hand, pretended to be thoughtful, and asked Molly next to him, "What do you think, Molly?" Molly smirked, "Whoever loses will wear a small skirt to take pictures, and go out to the business district for a walk. How about it?" Anthony and Chad were speechless at the stime.

Two straight men took pictures in women's clothes? Molly was really a blockbuster.

Spencer saw the expressions of rejection in his eyes and raised his chin, "I think it's not bad, so be it. The loser will have to clean the lab's toilet for a month in addition to wearing a small skirt to take pictures and go out. If Anthony loses, he will work as a follower for Uncle Chad for another month.” Chad tutted twice and whispered to Anthony, "If you lose, you have to fulfill three bets. My little nephew can hold grudges. Who told you to mess with him." Anthony smiled lightly, "You don't understand. This is called special treatment.” It was clear that he was deliberately harassing him, and he was harassing him with great fanfare, but Anthony said it lightly and inexplicably turned it into an advantage.

"That's fine. I'll wait for you to cover and be my attendant when the tcomes. Servetea and massage my shoulders." Anthony didn't speak.

Spencer: " Would you like to contact a lawyer?Uncle Chad." "Okay." Chad picked up his blazer by the bed, tured and walked outside.

Spencer looked at his sister, " How boring Chad is going alone. You can accompany him." "Huh?" Molly looked at Anthony, then at his brother.

Can they stay in a room alone? Shouldn't they fight? However, Anthony was very gentle and will not bully him.

Spencer waved his hand casually, "Con, or Chad will be gone. Your little short legs can't catch up. | still have a few words to say to Anthony." "Okay," Molly agreed. "But | am not short-legged! Humph!" She pursed her lips, snorted and then ran out the door to chase after Chad.

Spencer and Anthony were left in the ward .

Anthony's voice was soft, and he said first, "Spencer, you deliberately keephere. Is that a second request?" "Yes." Spencer raised his head arrogantly. His face was exactly the sas Malcolm's, even the expression.

Anthony thought for a while, "So you wantto lose? Or do you wantto win?" Spencer asked slyly, "So do you want to lose or win?" Anthony was very polite, "It's all up to you." "If I say, | ask you to win, but you can't win too quickly, with a little blood and a little injury on your body. Isn't that too much?" His eyes were so dark that even Anthony couldn't understand the emotion in his eyes. What kind of trick was he playing? "It's not too much. In a fight, injuries are inevitable, but don't worry, if it's real, Chad won't be soft. | don't think it's that easy to win." Spencer stepped up. "If you don't fulfill my request, never expect my forgiveness. But if you do, | will consider making it easier for you in my last request.” Anthony took a deep breath, knowing that today's bet might not be good, "Thanks." Spencer snorted arrogantly and turned his head away, "Don't thank me. It's not as simple as you think. You'll know how good | am in a while."