After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 766

In the pouring rain, Malcolm followed Brad to see Lyra's car race down the hill.

It was a pale green Maserati.

Because Lyra liked green, this was his third anniversary gift to Lyra, which was a limited edition, not many in the world.

It was indeed her car.

His dark red eyes were staring straight in front of the nearly smashed limousine. His long eyelash stained with raindrops, but also made his eyes hazy.

He always remembered that Lyra loved the car so much that she drove it eight out of ten days, and it was as good as new.

What happened to her in the tunnel that drove her off the hill in this car out of control...

A group of NIB soldiers surrounded the car in the rain to check the damage, looking for anything suspicious.

Brad took an umbrella from the person next to him and stood silently beside Malcolm, holding it for him.

The cold aura on him was even more frightening than the gloomy rain. Brad looked at him sadly.

"Boss, don't be too anxious. Madam is skilled, and... there is no one in the car. That means Madam is still alive. We will definitely find her."

Malcolm endured the bitterness. When he opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse.

"How's it going? Did you check around the ravine?"

Brad lowered his eyes and sighed. "Madam's car fell down the hill before the heavy rain. Fortunately, our people found it quickly. If it had been a little later, even the traces of the car falling down the hill would have been washed away by the rain."

"There's mud everywhere. We can't find any traces of it, but our people have checked the nearby and even brought a Alsatian. There's no blood. Madam shouldn't be hurt."

Malcolm exhaled slowly.

No blood, no injuries.

This was the best news so far.

"Keep looking. Send a tow truck. Take the car back for inspection, and see if there are any extra fingerprints or footprints on it."

He had to make sure Lyra got out of the car on her own or was carried out.

It must have been an uncontrollable dangerous situation for her to take the initiative to fall into the hillside.

Malcolm clenched his fists, with the veins in his arms bulging. And he hated himself.

In the afternoon before the accident, he was upset that Lyra was speaking up for Anthony, only to lose contact with her a few hours later.

He should have been there for her...

"Mr. White, we have an update. We found her cell phone in the car!"

Having random thoughts, he saw someone running at him.

To preserve fingerprints and usage marks, an officer handed Malcolm the phone in a clear, airtight bag.

Malcolm took it, and his eyes fixed on the shattered cell phone.

His fingertips tapped it, and he stared at the shattered phone, frowning deeply.

Along the way, he made numerous calls to Lyra. Instead of knowing her to turn off her phone, he was told that the signal was weak and out of service.

In the cell phone fragment, the GPS tracking component was intact, and Brad was able to pinpoint Lyra's location in the ravine.

The more he thought about it, the more horrified he became. Malcolm said in a low voice, "This is not Rara's phone."

Before it happened, someone else was sitting in Lyra's car...

Brad took a breath. "If it's not hers, then... has she been kidnapped?"

Until they found Lyra, anything was possible.

Malcolm handed Brad what he was holding and calmly ordered, "Call the tow truck. Go back to NIB, and don't miss a single detail in the car."

"Yes."