After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 245 If a woman is not ruthless, her position is not stable

Lyra pricked up her little ears, "I can't tell. Collin is so fierce. Is he usually a meek little sheep in front of

you?"

Kathleen coughed twice to curb her embarrassment and nodded her head a little bit.

Lyra laughed.

Gosh, she can't even imagine how Kathleen was coaching Collin. It must be so much fun!

"Kathleen, what are some of your best ideas? Tell me about it?"

Kathleen quietly glanced at Malcolm, who was still entertaining , "You can't say I said that."

Lyra was busy nodding her head.

Kathleen was close to her ear and whispered, "If he is wrong in the future, you have to let him kneel on

keyboard, durian and so on. You have to educate him well know, you do so ... and then that ... "

Lyra listened and frowned, "That would be a bit harsh?"

Just kneeling on the floor had made she feel painful enough. She did not dare to imagine durian and

other things at all ...

"If a woman is not ruthless, her position is not stable!"

Lyra silently nodded her head, feeling very reasonable. And she began to plan it carefully in her heart.

Seeing that Lyra had listened very carefully, Kathleen could not help but have a guilty conscience...

In fact, she had discussed these words with Collin, and said them to Lyra on purpose.

To prevent Malcolm from bullying his beloved little sister in the future, the couple decided to let Lyra

learn to make the first move!

Ahem, Malcolm! Kathleen can only be sorry for him!

Just as they finished talking, Malcolm in the crowd seemed to sense a call.

He finished his socializing and came this way, taking a very natural seat next to Lyra.

After standing and socializing for so long, Lyra was still concerned that he was injured, "Tired?"

"It's okay." Malcolm sounded stoic.

Kathleen also thought he looked good, "It seems Mr. Malcolm is recovering quickly with the careful care

of my little sister past few days. So how soon does she plan to return to live at Lloyd's Parlor?"

"I ..."

Before Lyra had a chance to speak, a pair of large and bony hands suddenly grabbed her by the arm.

Immediately afterwards, Malcolm's face was distorted and his expression looked pained. And he was

pale under the ghostly face.

He fell on her shoulder as if no one was there, "Rara, it still hurts ..."

Lyra reached around his shoulders and probed his forehead, "Where does it hurt?"

Malcolm pointed to the wound next to his heart, "It hurts here. My head is dizzy ..."

"Do you feel cool? Let's go. I'll take you back."

She helped Malcolm get up and looked to Kathleen, "Kathleen, I'd like you to take care of this for me."

"Okay, leave this place to me. Don't worry."

Kathleen looked thoughtfully at the backs of the two holding their hands as they left.

The wound was so coincidentally painful?

She shook her head in disbelief, as if she understood a little why Lyra had said Malcolm was

misbehaving.

On the same day, Malcolm's presence at the Angle Group ribbon cutting ceremony quickly made

headlines on the Internet.

Although Malcolm did not take off his ghost face in public, his presence as the head of the White family

was enough to made netizens envious.

Many people praised of the two and thought they were a perfect match. They were very happy to see

two show their love.

Those celebrities were jealous.

However, the powerful man, who was located at the top of the pyramid, was now back to the villa in the

car. His earlobe was twisted by Lyra. The pain made his face distorted and he grunted.

Lyra looked at him coldly: "I knew you were pretending to be sick. I didn't want to expose you in front of

Kathleen. Good job Mel!"

Malcolm pursed his lips and smiled, "Thank you."

He was complacent?

"Now that you're almost well, I should be getting back to Lloyd's Parlor. What do you want to do with

this?" Lyra's hand that twisted his earlobe was with more force.

Malcolm hissed a little in pain but didn't hide.

"Almost well, not the same as fully healed. Because of Collin's slap, I seem to have internal injuries. I

need at least a month to recuperate. I was hit for you. You should not be responsible?"

Lyra's serious face didn't fall apart and broke into a smile.

How did he put such a lousy excuse in such a righteous tone?

She didn't say anything.

Malcolm continued, "I've asked Chad to go back to Lloyd's Parlor to help pack your luggage. I'm your Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

fiancé. It makes sense for you to go to my place for a while. Reginald won't argue with that, and your

brother won't be able to say anything."

"So fast? I really underestimated you Malcolm!"

Lyra let go of his earlobe and turned her head to look out the window. She was angry.

Kathleen was right. Malcolm had too many ideas, and if she can't tame him, she'll have to be led by the

nose in the future.

Certain evil thoughts began to sprout from the bottom of her heart.

She had to think about it, and when he was well enough, she had to give him a big surprise!

She had to vent her anger!

...

Lyra took up residence at Malcolm's villa for good.

Eleven, Twelve and other bodyguards were packed by Malcolm along with the luggage and brought

from Lloyd's Parlor.

Peaceful days always passed quickly.

During the day, Lyra took care of Malcolm's medication changes as usual, and the Angle Group was

telecommuted and then instructed to Kellie.

Malcolm was no exception, and White Corp's work was pretty much scheduled for Chad, except for the

regular once-a-month board meetings, which must be held in person.

The living room.

Lyra nestled on the couch and watched video on her phone.

Malcolm, who was wearing suit and tie, was noble and cold. His laptop was on the table and he was

having a video conference.

Across the screen from him was Chad leading a meeting of the directors.

Stokes, who was in his forties, got up to face Malcolm on the big screen in the conference room and

asked, "Mr. Malcolm, regarding your decision to invest in the $80 billion project of the Angle Group,

when do you plan to cash it in?"

Malcolm subconsciously looked next to himself, just off-camera, at his petite wife.

Lyra was still on the phone, but her eyebrows were gently wrinkled.

The two of them discussed this matter two days ago. Malcolm understood her meaning, "Let's put this

matter on hold until I discuss with Ms. Lloyd. Chad, this month's indicator data, read it."

"Okay Mr. Malcolm."

Chad opened the information book and began debriefing seriously.

Lyra, nestled on the sofa, inadvertently watched the video about food, mouthwatering

She reached for the fruit on the table, but found that the fruit tray was to the left of Malcolm's computer,

and if she went over to get it, she was going to be out of the picture.

So, she whispered, "Mel, I want an orange."

The soft voice was small, but at White Corp's large conference room, the sound was amplified.

Her words were heard word for word by all shareholders.

Many people were wide-eyed.

This voice was so sweet!

Mr. Malcolm's wife was at his side. This was too good!

However, this was not the most excessive.

Malcolm took an orange from the fruit tray without changing his face.

In front of the camera, with his eyes downcast, he patiently peeled off the skin of the orange, divided

into small flaps, and personally fed it off screen.

When Lyra finished eating, he offered to pass his hand over again and let Lyra spit the orange seeds

into his palm, and he then threw the seeds into the trash can at his feet.

Everyone in the conference room look amazed.