After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 783

Violet, not daring to conceal it, nodded quickly. "Yes, he wanted me to gain your trust and then lure the kids out."

Malcolm's face was dark. His thin lips pressed together without a word, and he looked cold.

Frank really hated him. He can't compete with him, so he threatened his wife and children. They were training together for so many years and he turned into such a lunatic personality.

He didn't understand. He really didn't.

Was it really worth being a suspect for the rest of his life for a scheming woman who'd been dead for years?

After a brief lapse of concentration, he stopped thinking, and his dark eyes brightened slightly as he surveyed Violet. "Is there anything else you can tell me? You don't have many chances. Think before you speak."

Violet pondered for a long time, afraid that Malcolm would ask Brad to do something to her that would make her want to die.

"No, I really have no other things. I've told you everything I know."

"Fine, I'll keep my promise and let you go."

Violet gasped, "I didn't mean it! I know I'm guilty. I confessed. Take me to jail. Lock me up!"

Malcolm snorted and raised an eyebrow. "You don't get to choose."

With tears streaming down her face, she was frightened to death. In great pain all over her body, she crawled to Malcolm's feet on her knees, and tried to grasp his trouser leg to beg.

"Mr. White! I don't want to go out there. That man will kill me!"

Brad was very perceptive and stepped forward to block her from touching a corner of Malcolm's shirt.

These days, because of her touch, Malcolm was sick and lost a lot of clothes, which was too wasteful.

Malcolm didn't even raise his eyes. His long eyelashes were drawn down expressionlessly as he stared at the watch on his wrist. His fingertips were rubbing the lines on the strap on it, and he loved it dearly because it was a gift from his wife.

He instructed Brad coldly, "Before you let her go, send her to the plastic surgery hospital. Ask the doctor to fix her face according to her previous identity card. The cost will be deducted from her mother's bank account."

Even if she died, this woman can't die with Lyra's face on.

"Yes, Mr. White."

Violet was dragged away by the police.

Screaming, and wailing in despair, her squeaky voice filled the brig.

Malcolm frowned unhappily and was frustrated by the noise.

Brad watched and winked at the officer to cover Violet's mouth.

He knew why Malcolm wanted to let Violet go. Once Frank knew that Violet had sold him out, he would never let Violet go. Malcolm was trying to get Frank to do something.

The more times he showed up to do something, there will always be a slip and a flaw.

Brad: "Don't worry. I'll have someone with good cover keeping an eye on Violet, and I'll let you know if anyone comes after her."

Malcolm closed his eyes, felt tired, and gave a quiet "Um", which was very flat.

Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Brad quickly advised, "Since madam ran away and wasn't kidnapped by Frank's gang, she shouldn't be injured and probably won't die. You can barely relax."

He didn't speak. His eyes were closed and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

The thought did not stop to clarify the logic of this matter.

With his understanding of Frank, once he became abnormal, he can do anything. The key was that he thought very carefully, and every plan can be done perfectly.

But this time, he put the fake to him. There were too many flaws, completely unlike his usual style of doing things.

He deliberately did not to take the hostage, but left a man who deliberately passed the false hostage message to him. Frank should know that the fake can not hide for long, but Frank did so.

What did Frank want?

For some reason, Malcolm always had a bad feeling that Frank was up to some kind of sick trick.

Whether it was Spencer's milk powder or Lyra's disappearance, Frank's goal was to make him suffer.

One day without seeing the real Rara standing in front of him, he would not calm down.