After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 770

While waiting for news of the investigation, the entire room was quiet enough to hear the sound of flies.

Everyone was too intimidated to speak because of Malcolm's cold aura.

Malcolm's eyes looked cold, staring at the surveillance image.

Brad was able to pick up Lyra's cell phone GPS when it came online, exactly when the car was parked in the blind spot.

What a coincidence.

But the car had left before they could make it here, and Malcolm could only watch the car that might have been carrying Lyra disappearing from view.

"Mr. White, Tate, Brad, we got something!"

An officer in a raincoat came running in from outside. He quickly removed the dripping raincoat and handed Malcolm the well-preserved evidence in his pocket.

"We just found this on the road in two blind spots. It's a cell phone that was left on the side of the road. It's very obvious. We don't know if this information is useful."

Malcolm took it with a frown. The phone was intact, and the case was Lyra's favorite turquoise elf image.

Brad exclaimed, "Boss, this is her phone!"

Malcolm lit up the screen without saying a word, only to find that the phone had been formatted and turned flight mode, so the call wouldn't come through.

In the mobile phone memo, there was a sentence.

[Malcolm, looks like your wife is your Achilles heel.]

Every provocative and threatening word was read with great trepidation.

Brad took a deep breath and said, "Boss, it looks like they really kidnap madam!"

Malcolm stared at the short sentence for a long time. His eyes were red. His hand, which was holding the cell phone, was shaking, with the veins bulging on the back of it.

Tate didn't dare say a word until he noticed the information on the tablet again.

He lowered his gaze to have a look, and his expression was terrible. He was about to say something when he reported to Malcolm, "The results of the investigation on that car have obtained. The license plate is a fake, and the information is all fake..."

His chest was burning with anger. Malcolm clenched his fists and gave an eerie order, "Continue to investigate. Get all the traffic cameras in the city. I want to know exactly where that car is going."

He handed Lyra's phone to Brad and said, "Take it back to NIB. Check the fingerprints. Get a data restorer to take the phone's history back before it was reformatted. I want to see the call log."

"Yes."

Brad took out the transparent evidence bag and carefully placed the phone.

Everyone took orders and went to work in fear.

Late at night, the rain never stopped.

Malcolm returned to NIB office absent-mindedly. He can't find his wife. He didn't want to go home. He didn't want to face the constant questioning of their kids.

[Malcolm, looks like your wife is your Achilles heel.]

The words of the memo echoed in his mind over and over again, making him open his eyes and close his eyes again and again.

His breath was heavy. He felt suffocated and sat down in his office chair, feeling exhausted.

Achilles heel?

Rara was his life, and it took his humble sincerity to win her heart back for once.

Filled with remorse, he opened the drawer again, took out the cigarette, turned off the office light, and smoked alone in the dark.

In the dark light, the sparks were very clear, flickering from time to time and burning vigorously.

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Meanwhile, the lab.

Anthony was a terrible storyteller, as emotionless as a priest reading the Bible, and Molly gave him the cold shoulder for a while.