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After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 242

Malcolm was going to be pissed off to the point of angina attack.

Restraint!

He wanted to, but Lyra wouldn't give him the chance.

He inhaled deeply and held back his anger, not wanting to get angry in front of Lyra.

But Chad, as if unafraid to die, still clapped his hands in the aisle over and over again, relentlessly and very rhythmically repeating the cryptic phrases.

If the fool was not still needed for the mission, he would immediately kick him out and send him to dig coal.

Malcolm put up with it!

Lyra was still sitting on him, excited to help him activate his blood.

He brought his phone as if nothing had happened and sent a message to Chad, [clap once, deduct a thousand. Go to the financial settlement, and then now immediately get out from my villa !]

The sound at the door soon died down.

Malcolm's phone received a message alert, and when he looked at it, he saw that Chad had sent him a dozen messages.

: (=゚Д゚=)!

:(┯_┯)

It was all about crying, collapsing, and begging for mercy emojis.

Malcolm clicked on the top right corner of the interface and decisively selected [blacklist this user].

Lyra was still concentrating on massaging Malcolm's abs and neck, unaware of what was going on in between.

Thirty minutes or so later, Lyra's massage session was over.

She got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash her hands, then brought a basin of hot water and a towel to rub Malcolm's body.

"Mel, my hands are red."

She sat back down on top of Malcolm and displayed her red palms to Malcolm.

Malcolm grabbed her hand, and his thin and icy lips were attached to her palm, kissing it with painful and doting devotion.

Lyra quietly watched his movements, admiring his handsome face and smiling.

After kissing her palm, Malcolm's dark eyes stared at her with a smirk, "When I'm healed, I'll be the one to help you activate your blood in the future."

Lyra instantly understood what he meant and her whole face turned red with shame.

"Shameless!"

...

The next day was an important day for the Angle Group Tower.

Lyra got up early to freshen up, put on a mask, hydrate and moisturize, and start her makeup.

The door suddenly opened. Malcolm was wearing a pure black ice silk robe. He slowly walked into the room to sit behind Lyra very naturally.

"What are you doing?"

Malcolm looked at the eyebrow pencil in her hand and offered to take it, "Let me help you with that."

She looked skeptical, "Are you sure? Today is too important to go wrong."

Malcolm nodded with conviction, put his hands around her shoulders, and turned her to face him.

She closed her eyes and let him take the eyebrow pencil and draw on her eyebrows.

At first, Lyra thought his approach was well and pretty good.

But after five minutes of drawing, Malcolm didn't finish.

Lyra sensed something was wrong and gritted her teeth sorrowfully and threatened, "If you dare to deliberately ruin my makeup, I will ruin your hands!"

His hand that was painting eyebrows momentarily paused.

Lyra opened her eyes, grunted at him, and turned her head to examine herself in the mirror.

The two eyebrows were unexpectedly even and pretty.

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