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After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 612

Charles was startled at first, looked frightened, and then quickly regained his composure, "Mr. Malcolm, what's the truth about this matter? Do you think your grandfather, who used to dominate the military, will lie to you?"

Malcolm lowered his black eyes and said nothing.

But with his indifferent and cold face, he was obviously skeptical about this matter.

"Mr. Malcolm..."

"Charles, go back and tell my grandfather what I said. He knows what I want to hear."

"Mr. Malcolm." Charles called again.

After Malcolm got up and walked back to the desk, he sat down quietly and started to do business, as if Charles wasn't there.

With the obvious expulsion order, Charles had no hope any longer and could only sigh, "For your message, I will pass it on to him. Within today, I should come again."

This sentence made Malcolm frown suddenly.

Noticing the key words in Charles' words, he looked at the back of Charles' departure with a solemn gaze.

Before ten o'clock in the evening, forcing Ryan to confess was the deadline he gave, or sending Travis back to the previous cell.

As for his grandpa, it seemed that he wanted to let Charles handle these things within today.

Grandpa seemed to know his every move at NIB.

Was it grandpa's former subordinates who were monitoring him?

Because of one sentence, Malcolm fell into complicated thoughts, and various factors and reasons emerged frantically, disturbing him.

Ring-

A short bell rang was the prompt tone for What's App messages.

He glanced at it casually, and when he saw that the sender wrote "Dear wife", he immediately picked up his mobile phone and checked.

Lyra: [How are things in the bureau going? Do you want to go out for dinner tonight?]

Malcolm stared at this message for a long time, thinking about what would happen before tonight. With Ryan's temperament, he was afraid it won't be easy to compromise until the last moment.

He could only reluctantly reject his wife once.

[I can't eat today. I will work overtime at night, and I will compensate you next time.]

Lyra: [Working overtime? how late?]

Malcolm: [Before twelve o'clock.]

Lyra paused for a while before replying: [Then you plan to have a box meal at the bureau for your dinner?]

[Uh-huh…]

After typing these two words in anguish, Malcolm did not receive a reply for a long time, and the depression in his heart suddenly made him sink to the bottom.

Rara was used to the meals he cooked, and she must not be happy if he can't go back to cook for her tonight.

He sighed and strengthened his desire to ask for the truth.

Within today, he will not give up until he was given an answer.

An hour and a half later, more than six o'clock in the afternoon.

There was a knock on the door of the office, and the policeman from the cell came in.

Malcolm was in a bad mood and his voice muffled with anger, "Speak."

The police officer was stunned for a moment, then quickly replied, "Mr. Malcolm, after sending breakfast, lunch and drinking water, Ryan didn't eat a single mouthful. It was all given to Travis."

Malcolm disapproved. "He only has one son, so why he doesn't pamper him?"

The police officer continued, "In addition, there is a father and son embracing and full of warmth going on in the cell. It seems Ryan has not planned to come and confess to you."

Malcolm was sullen, and the hand that was writing didn't stop. "Got it, keep listening."

"Yes, Mr. Malcolm."

The policeman went out, and the atmosphere in the office turned cold instantly.

Malcolm's expression was stern and terrifying, and the hand that was writing was faster and faster with the pen.

The thing about Charles coming over just now kept popping up in his mind.

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