After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 536

Malcolm admired his bored expression, playfully smiling.

"It seems you don't want to thank me. You just want to receive Rara's gift."

Anthony had a professional fake smile, "Mr. Malcolm, thank you very much. You really understand me. I have been very fond of this watch. I did not expect to be picked by Mr. Malcolm first, but fortunately I finally have it as I expected. "

Malcolm wrinkled his eyebrows, "That's not bad. Try it on and see if the watch match you."

Lyra coaxed Momo who was in her arms and glanced the two men back and forth.

Those jealous words made her sigh.

It'd been a long time since they had not seen each other, and the two of them had a rare fight. Lyra wasn't going to get involved, but took the two babies, along with Sophia and Keira, to the fourth floor nursery, leaving the living room to the three men.

As soon as Lyra left, the smiles on Malcolm and Anthony's faces disappeared coincidentally, and they turned around to go about their respective business.

Malcolm went to the kitchen and was ready to cook.

Anthony consciously went to help organize the messy suitcases on the floor.

Only Chad was left and confused. He was still standing in place, scratching the back of his head in confusion.

Just now the atmosphere was quite harmonious. How suddenly was it changed?

He hesitated between going to the kitchen and packing the suitcase. Avoiding Malcolm's disapproval of his clumsiness, he finally chose to pack with Anthony.

The first meal after returning home was like a family dinner and was in harmony.

Because of her injury, Lyra left the project with Duowiehl Group and the signing of the contract to her subordinates, so she stayed home to spend two days with the babies while recovering from her injury.

As usual, Malcolm was running between White Corp and the National Investigation Bureau, working on both sides.

Everyone's life was back on track.

By the third day, Lyra's gunshot wound in the arm, which had been bandaged for almost a week or more, had begun to heal with the change of medication.

The stick wound on the back of the head was only slightly bleeding, and the marks of the injury and purple swelling were soon completely invisible.

The body has recovered to this extent and was basically considered healed.

She returned to the Lloyd's Corp to work on a project with Duowiehl Group.

In addition, she quietly sent someone to find out more about Paul's AN Group, especially Anne's current position and the collaborative projects in hand.

Her aim was to snatch up all projects, regardless of their size, and meddle cooperation.

After spending the afternoon in the office, she gradually had a sense of exhaustion from the initial focus, and her thoughts were always a bit overwhelmed.

She didn't know if it was because of the concussion or she was still recovering.

She put down the mouse, closed her eyes, and helped herself to press her temples.

Suddenly a tendon in the brain tightened and drew up wisps of pain.

It was strange.

Lyra rubbed the back of her head. Her heart was inexplicably a little irritable. She pressed the intercom and called the assistant outside the door in, "I'm a little tired. I need to take a nap in the office lounge. Don't let anyone in to disturb me."

"Okay Ms. Lloyd."

The assistant left.

She rubbed her head while walking towards the lounge.

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White Corp, Office of the President.

Malcolm absentmindedly looked out the floor-to-ceiling window. As for the little dress he bought at Atria earlier, he talked to Lyra about it last night.

Lyra said she would try it tonight when she got back, and tonight was destined to be a wonderful and memorable night.

His heart was pounding, and every minute he waited to leave work felt torturous.

The sun was setting. He looked at his wrist watch. It was time.

He took out his cell phone and called Lyra, intending to pick her up himself.

The phone rang for a long time, but there was never an answer.

He was suspicious, turned on What's App and sent a few messages over.

He waited for a few minutes, but no message back.

If she was in a meeting, Lyra would have just hung up. Being suspicious, he called the Lloyd's Corp assistant he had previously bribed.

The call was answered in seconds and he asked, "Where's Rara?"

"Ms. Lloyd is resting in her office and won't let anyone interrupt."