After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 317

She wanted to deal with Malcolm.

However, he massaged her shoulders and back. He was well-behaved, so she could not pick a fault.

Because last night was hard enough, Lyra barely rested, and by morning she was so sleepy that she couldn't get out of bed.

Malcolm didn't bother her, helped her make porridge and prepare breakfast before he quietly left the house and went to the office.

Just as he sat down in his office chair, Chad cheerfully came in to take credit.

"How did it go last night, boss? Did my method work well enough to cool down Miss Lyra?"

Last night they had sex so Malcolm was happy and generous today, "Increase wages, bonus. Go to the financial report yourself. You can decide the amount."

Chad was so surprised, "Boss, you are so nice! Your image today is extraordinarily tall and magnificent. You are simply a hero in my mind, you ..."

Before the ass-kissing was finished, there was a knock on the door of the president's office.

The assistant at the door came in and said, " Mr. Malcolm, Miss Ethel is here and she said she must see you today."

The harmonious atmosphere was instantly destroyed. Malcolm's face was cold, "No."

With a guilty conscience, Chad followed, " Mr. Malcolm is busy. He got no time to see her. She is not the spokesperson of the Rossi Project anymore. Don't just let her in the top floor in the future."

"Yes."

The assistant bowed his head and was opening the door to go out.

"Get out of the way!"

Ethel, who was outside the door, went in and barged in through the gap.

Malcolm's face grew sullen, without raising his eyes, "Miss Ethel, trespassing is very rude behavior. You as the top star, even don't know the rule."

Ethel's eyes were steely, "I was wrong to barge in, but was your behavior also ungentlemanly?"

Malcolm wrinkled his eyebrows and lifted his eyes, staring at her, and not bothering to explain.

Chad sensed that something was wrong and took the lead, "That...there may be a misunderstanding. He is busy here. Why don't you come out with me and I'll explain it to you?"

"You explain?" Ethel gave him a sarcastic stare and looked back at Malcolm, "Your explanation is useless. This matter, I want Mr. Malcolm himself to give me a reasonable explanation!"

The disgust in Malcolm's eyes was undiminished as he took a careless sip of his coffee, "When have I lost my gentlemanly ways?"

Ethel stomped on her heels and walked to the parlor chair opposite him and sat down.

"I may have said something wrong last night that upset you, but you canceled my position because of it. You caused my fans to fight with others online, and blocked a lot of my recent resources. Isn't that too much to do?"

"Not too much."

Malcolm's tone was light, "You knew I had a fiancée, but you still dared to deliberately frame me and make Rara misunderstand. Since you dare to do it, you should have the mental preparation to accept the punishment."

"I was framing you?"

Ethel was baffled, "When did I frame you? You asked me to leave, so I did. I just exchanged pleasantries with Miss Lloyd in front of Peachpuff, but I knew what I was talking about and I didn't say anything too much."

Her small face was not humble, refusing to carry the blame for nothing.

"Since my debut, I have never cared to associate with male celebrities to create heat on purpose. I have been disciplined since I became the Rossi Project spokesperson."

"I'm not afraid to be straight with you. If I wanted to frame you, I would have done it in a smart way. I wouldn't pick such an obvious situation last night and throw myself in the net. I don't know why you would misunderstand me like that!"

Malcolm's brows furrowed, keenly aware of something wrong in her words.

Last night, he was drunk and nervous.

Now when he thought about it, many details last night dud not stand up to scrutiny.

He raised his eyes to Chad.

Chad was keeping his head down. His eyes were dodging, ad his feet were moving quietly to the door, trying to escape.

"You stand still."

"Boss, I have business ..."

Seeing his slightly flustered expression, Malcolm had something in mind, "There's no rush. Wait."

"Okay ..."