After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 582

In terms of the White family, as Malcolm just returned to take control, and Rudolph's condition was still stable, there was no need to bother Micah and Abigail and spoil their romantic time.

After speaking with Micah, Lyra chose a car from the garage and drove back to Lyre Spiti.

After arriving, she did not get out of the car, but took out the paper and took a photo of the result in the bottom right.

The photo was then sent to the phone number Collin gave her.

By the way, she enclosed a sentence: [Your girlfriend is the Lloyd. Give her to me and you can return to Owhil at any time. Otherwise, I have a lot of time to spend with you. As an Owhil noble, your girlfriend has a false identity. If it's known, what will happen?]

She didn't threaten him explicitly, but Paul's noble status was mention. Even if he really loved Anne, Owhil noble will not allow him to be capricious.

His status can't be tainted in any way.

He had too much to concern about so it was easy to take advantage of his vulnerability.

After sending the text message, Lyra waited and in ten minutes, she received a call from an unknown number.

It was Paul Hoare's phone number which was sent to her by Collin.

She answered the phone but he didn't say anything. Obviously, she could hear the sound of heavy breathing from the receiver.

Lyra smiled slightly, "Mr. Hoare, I don't like to beat around the bush, so just say it."

Paul sighed and said in a rough and thick voice, "Ms. Lloyd, I don't know whether Anne is the member of your family or not. Anne doesn't know it either. I met her when she was injured. She doesn't remember anything. Although she is only an illegitimate daughter, she's your half-sister after all. Can't you let her go? "

Lyra seemed to hear a big joke, "She's playing memory loss with me when she sees that she can't hide her identity anymore? Is she fooling me?"

Paul: "It's true. Ms. Lloyd, you can take her for a psychiatric evaluation if you don't believe me."

"No need. She was rewarded with best actress before. Her acting is excellent. Just like we can never wake a person who pretends to be asleep, I'm afraid her acting skills can't even be defined by a psychiatrist."

Paul sighed again, "So, Ms. Lloyd, do you have to be so ruthless to her?"

"I'm not that ruthless. She is the Lloyd. I am the head of Lloyd family. She made a mistake and I have to correct it. This is our family's business. Mr. Hoare, you can do nothing about it."

Paul's voice was steady and firm, "Yes, I'm an outsider and it's out of my hands, but you don't have to be so cruel, do you?"

Lyra did not want to talk nonsense with him, but said coldly, "I am never a kind person. When she was ruthless to me for several times, she never spared me. Now you persuade me to be kind. I just feel very ridiculous. I say it last time. Give Anne Windsor to me. The Lloyd's Corp and AN Group won't bother each other in the future."

Paul was silent for a long time before he said, "Give me half a day. I'll talk to Anne and give you an answer."

"Okay." Lyra raised an eyebrow. It seemed like this might be handled peacefully without bloodshed, which was quite well.

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The White Mansion's hall.

Travis was escorted inside by Chad. He was so weak that Chad merely had one hand on the back of his neck as if he had a stranglehold on Travis' life.

"Let go. I just go to a bar. What's wrong with that? Is it a big crime? Do you have to escort me all the way back to the hall?"

"Ouch! Chad, you just treat an worthless thing like an order from on high! You're ..."

He was angry and before he could finish the cursing words, Travis raised his eyes and saw Malcolm who was standing in front of the photos of their ancestors

Malcolm had his hands at his back, standing upright. Merely his back could let people feel his cold aura.

Travis was terrified and took a moment to calmly straighten his suit lapel, "What do you mean, Malcolm? Do I break the law by going to the bar? It's your wife who doesn't let me stay by grandpa's side and do my filial duty, so I was depressed and went to the bar to vent out my frustrations.

Malcolm turned around abruptly. His face was sullen. He didn't bother to talk to him but interrogated him directly, "Before grandpa fell into a coma, you were the last person he saw alone in the study. What did you do to grandpa?"