After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 522

With Malcolm's personality, he was definitely not talking about work.

Lyra raised her hand angrily and flicked him hard on the side of his head.

"This is a work thing. Be decent."

Malcolm frowned and rubbed his painful forehead, employing a rebound tactic, "This is obviously decent. It's you who's thinking out of the box."

Lyra was confused.

Could it be that she was impure?

She raised her hand again and flicked Malcolm's forehead again, accusing him righteously, "I am misled by you. You're making erotic statements all day long."

It was always his fault. Malcolm conceded, lowered his head, listened docilely but did not open his mouth.

Seeing his obedience, Lyra gave him a kiss. Remembering the half-hour delay in the opening of the tender meeting, she asked curiously, "After all, Nil Grey is the first heir of Atria and paramount and powerful. What did you tell him?"

Malcolm had a mysterious expression, "Do you really want to know?"

Lyra nodded her head.

His handsome face had rare expression of evilness.

"Confidential."

Lyra was wordless.

Seeing that Lyra seemed to be getting angry, Malcolm changed the subject "Well, pack up, if we don't get to the bidding meeting in another half hour delay, we won't make sense."

Lyra looked at him askance and chose to take care of business first. She went to the bathroom to wash up and change into her dress, put on a five-minute mask, and then put on a delicate and beautiful makeup.

Within half an hour, the two arrived at the bidding session.

The entrance was quiet and peaceful, with only the bodyguard sand assistant Quinn waiting, while the rest of the guests were already seated in the meeting room.

Quinn saw them both and rushed up, "Mr. Malcolm, Ms. Lloyd, you two are finally here."

She took Lyra's hand politely and pulled her into the meeting, whispering as she walked, "Are you feeling better? Does it still hurt? Do you need some more medicine?"

"Hmm?"

Lyra looked puzzled, "What are you talking about?"

Quinn thought she was embarrassed and tut-tutted twice, as if she was experienced, "Atria folk are open. We know the thing between women and men. We all understand, not to mention we are all women. Ms. Lloyd, don't need to be shy."

Lyra was speechless.

What the hell was that?

She turned back to Malcolm, who was following behind her, and glared at him with a knife-like gaze.

What the hell did he say to Nil Grey to delay the opening of the auction!!!

Malcolm smiled slightly with an innocent look.

Lyra's cold and stern eyes narrowed, silently threatening him.

Quinn pulled her closer and asked in a whisper and gossip, "Ms. Lloyd, Mr. Malcolm must be very brave, right? How else would you be injured ..."

Quinn hemmed and laughed, "Ms. Lloyd, you're so blessed. I am so envious!"

Lyra didn't answer from the beginning to the end, and Quinn was alone talking, just as they reached the entrance of the meeting hall.

The private conversation came to an abrupt end.

The entire venue was unusually quiet, with occasional whispers of discussion from guests.

In front of the suspicious eyes of the crowd, Lyra and Malcolm were led by Quinn to the front row of the venue.

With all the guests present, the bidding session officially began and the scene came to a screeching halt due to the discordant sounds of Lyra and Malcolm's late arrival.

Nil walked up to the stage to make the necessary opening statement.

At the end of a few minutes' speech, the audience erupted in applause. Afterwards, the staff of the bidding session came down and collected the flash drives with the project files from each group leader who came to the bidding session and marked them well.

The site was well organized and meticulous.