After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 669

Lyra waved her hand, ignoring it, "It's not a big deal."

"Tomorrow at 10o'clock in the morning, you have to endure for a while. Mr. Griffiths offered to use 30 billion in cash to meet Mr. Malcolm in person."

Lyra: "He can't take it anymore. My hard work these days is not in vain."

Saying that, she turned cold, "Tie me tighter tomorrow, or I'm afraid I can't help tearing him to pieces."

He dared to attack an innocent little baby. Even if she stabbed this person for a thousand time, she still thought it was right!

Mulland Mountain.

The dense canopy of trees obscured the sky, and the air in the forest was hot and humid, making it almost impossible to breathe.

Before dawn, Lyra was moved to this mountain by Griffiths' bodyguards.

That group of people were making advance arrangements for Malcolm's arrival.

In a dilapidated wooden house.

Lyra was tied up and thrown on a bare bed. Her sweat mixed with dust. She was leaning against the head of the bed, with eyes closed, which looked lifeless.

Levi stood silently, looking at the watch on his wrist from time to time.

Time was running out.

They heard the coughing sound, and the rustling and heavy footsteps were approaching.

"Hahaha, Mr. Price is very famous. You don't look like an ordinary person!"

The person at the door didn't come in, but people could see his big belly first. And then they could see his fat face with a wicked smile.

"There's nothing on Mr. Griffiths. It's really... you look good, and your reputation spreads far and wide."

Lennie's mouth twitched at this polite remarks, and he really didn't know where to start.

The man in front of him was fat and greasy, which was quite different from Mr. Griffiths, who was rumored to have be scheming and deep

The man came over and politely extended his hand, "Frank Griffiths."

While speaking, someone was knocking the wooden door.

"Who?" Lennie was subconsciously alert.

Jude, who was sitting opposite, stood up and said in a pleasant tone, "Oh, I forgot to tell Mr. Price. Mr. Griffiths said that in case the transaction is interrupted, he set up an ambush nearby in advance. This person is here to report the results to me."

Lennie's expression froze, and he lowered his face. "Mr. Griffiths is quite assertive. What ambush?"

As he said that, he glanced at Levi who was next to him, hoping that Malcolm would hear it and plan ahead.

Frank laughed at this remark , "It's a trivial matter. There is lightning down the mountain and gasoline on it. My subordinates are very thoughtful."

Lennie took a deep breath. Maybe they would all be here today...

The second hand crossed step by step, pointing to the center of the dial.

At 10 o'clock, the sound of the engine outside the door could be heard, followed by a low and powerful sound.

"The 30 billion cash is in the car. I delivered it on time. The documents for the resignation of NIB have been written and will be submitted today. Please keep your promise."

Malcolm stood in front of the cabin, looking around.

It stood to reason that there will always be insects and birds chirping in the mountains, but as he finished his words, there was no another sound at all. It can only explain that there were many people all around here.

In the wooden house, Frank's greasy fat hand stretched out to Lyra. His eyes looked greedy, "Did you hear that? Your man is here. If he sees me treat you..."

Seeing that his hand was about to touch Lyra , Levi grabbed his wrist. "Mr. Griffiths, business matters more."

He tutted impatiently, and was about to get angry, but accidentally caught a glimpse of Lyra's eyes closed and her eyelashes trembling, so the fat hand pushed Levi away and pulled her up hard.

"Are you playing dead with me? Come on, go out and meet your man!"

With that, he grabbed the twine around Lyra's wrist and led her outside the house.

He laughed wildly, "Malcolm, look at your wife! How can she be worthy of you after being kidnapped for a few days, and she is so dirty? Why don't you give her to my subordinates!"

Malcolm looked from a distance at Lyra, who was weak and like a piece of paper in his hand. His heart was aching like a thorn stabbing it.