After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 599

In the evening, Lyra drove back to Lyre Spiti on her own.

Malcolm was not at the bureau and seemed to have gone back to the White Mansion. She did not want to bother Malcolm to drive out to pick her up.

When she got home, Lyra was still walking in the garden when she saw that only the study was still lit in the whole villa.

She entered and went straight to the study.

The door to the study was left open, and Malcolm was sitting behind his desk, staring intently at some place, but he was in a trance. Obviously, he was thinking something.

His face was grim, as if something had gone wrong.

Lyra, who was puzzled, walked silently into the study and went around behind his chair.

Halfway through this, Malcolm didn't notice her come in at all and was really out of focus extraordinarily.

"Honey, what's wrong with you? Is something wrong?"

Her slender and good-looking fingertips gently squeezed his broad shoulders, massaging his shoulders and neck.

Hearing her familiar voice and being touched by her fingers, Malcolm snapped back to attention.

He took Lyra's hand, which was squeezing his shoulder, kissed the back of her hand, and told the truth, "Ryan hid Travis. When I went looking for him, he threatened me to let Travis go by saying that my parents died for another reason."

Lyra frowned as well, "He really knows it? But if your parents really had an accident, wouldn't it be better to ask grandpa directly?"

Malcolm sighed, and therein lied the problem.

He went to ask Rudolph today, and he insisted on shaking his head, claiming there was no hidden agenda, exactly the same as he had been told since he was a child.

Even, under his several times of repeating, Rudolph got angry. If he annoyed him with such an old incident again to recall his sad emotions, Malcolm needed to go to the hall and kneel down for introspection.

Rudolph's reaction was too strong and too aggressive.

This just showed that it perhaps had a secret indeed, as Ryan said.

He pondered and told Lyra the whole thing without reservation, trusting her unconditionally.

Lyra listened to him and nodded, "Grandpa has always been steady and experienced. He actually use the penalty kneeling to threaten you. Indeed it's a little overreacting. Perhaps he's sensitive to this for years."

Both of them fell into silence at the same time because of this matter.

After a few moments of deliberating with each other, Lyra said, "So what are you going to do? Let Travis go in exchange for the secret that Ryan has?"

Malcolm was also struggling with this matter.

He looked at the picture frame on his desk. There was a photo of his parents together when they were young.

In his life, he had never experienced the love from his parents.

And now Ryan told him that there was another truth to the outcome that caused his parentless childhood, and it was not an accidental car but man-made stuff.

He wanted to know the truth too much, but he didn't want to let Travis off the hook for it.

"Travis made a mistake this time. Not only did he harm grandpa, but also caused you to spend an afternoon in police station because he colluded with Paul and implicated you. I'm not in a position to forgive him, much less let Ryan take this bargaining chip and threaten me."

Lyra sighed, "You don't need to worry about me. I just stayed half a day in the police station. It's not a big deal. It depends on how do you think Ryan's words?"

He turned back, "What do you think?"

"It's really hard to say. But since he uses it as a hole card and if it isn't for what happens to Travis this time, he probably wouldn't have taken it out. From that perspective, it's still plausible."

Malcolm fell into deep contemplation, "I'll think about it again. I'll first try to recheck the old materials to see if there are any clues. And then consider whether to agree to Ryan's term."

Since the solution had been determined, Lyra did not want to see him continue to worry because of this matter. She took the initiative to walk around his chair and sat on his strong and powerful lap.

"Let's forget about it for the time being. We can talk about it tomorrow."

Malcolm subconsciously wrapped his arms around her waist but was surprised by her initiative for a moment.

"Rara, you're extraordinarily different tonight."

Lyra inclined her head and smiled slightly. And her eyes looked seductive, "What is the difference?"

Malcolm was successfully distracted by her and got close to her.

He came close to Lyra's ear, and his voice was very tantalizing, "You're still beautiful. The difference is you indeed take the initiative. You make me want to taste you."

"So ... we do it here tonight?" Lyra had nothing to be shy about and asked bluntly.