After divorce I am a billionaire

"You even prepare the beaten things in advance. That's thoughtful of you, Malcolm. You think you are now more precious than before, so | don't dare to beat you?" Malcolm lifted his face to see her. His eyes were read, showing his grievance, "In front of you, there is no the man in power of White Corp. There is no Mr. Malcolm. | make you angry and you should beat me." Now the acting was much better than last night.

"Then I'l make your dream ctrue!" She raised the whip and her eyes were fierce.

She had an urge to beat him until there was blood oozing in his body, and until he crawled and wailed to her for mercy! But when she really did this, she instinctively wasn't at her all strength. She whipped him twice and all landed on his left arm.

"Does it hurt?" Her eyes were icy cold which was unabated.

Malcolm's brows furrowed lightly, and the trembling of his entire arm was controlled by him in the smallest of arcs.

He quietly took a deep breath and his dark eyes contained a smile, "It doesn't hurt." What a bullshit! Although the force she used was not particularly great which would cause his arm swollen at most, two times of whipping tore his shirt with the barbs on the whip, along with the flesh and skin rolled, leaving two shocking blood marks. The crimson blood on his white shirt was particularly striking.

Lyra realized something was wrong and looked down at the whip she was holding.

The whip was very rough. There were a number of lifted barbs. No wonder it cut the skin when she wasn't at her full strength.

And those barbs of the whip were stained with beads of his blood.

She felt a little bad by those beads of blood.

But only momentarily, her brain was reoccupied with anger and rage that almost burned her entire sanity.

In order to play this , he was really willing to make efforts! She gently picked his chin with the sheath of the whip and smiled in a cold and sarcastic way.

"You're scheming and trick me. You're using of self-injury to win my heart. Malcolm, you're really something! Doesn't it feel good to playfor a fool?" Malcolm felt even more wronged, "I didn't mean to fool you. Lying to you to make you sad is my fault. | receive the punishment.

But when you are done with the punishment and your anger is subsided, can you listen to my explanation?" Lyra averted her eyes and her tone was cruel, "Fine, then wait until | finish. If you still have the strength to continue to argue, then say it!" Malcolm closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, and waited obediently.

Lyra raised the whip in her hand again, but the hand clutching the handle was trembling.

He had waited for a long time, but the sound of whip swinging did not occur again.

Because she already knew the power of this whip, her hand can not swing down the third times in any case.

It was she who lost.

When she found out that Malcolm played her and lied to her, causing her to be overwhelmed in guilt for the past six months, she was really angry and wanted to beat the hell out of him! Sh even once wanted to let him really beca box of ashes! But despite she was so angry that she really wanted to use the whip to beat him, she can not do so because she was very heartbroken and simply can not hurt him seriously ...

She was the one who lost in Malcolm's trick! She was suddenly very frustrated.

A strong feeling of displeasure that she was cheated by Malcolm made her lash over the floor.

Chad and Fifteen, who were standing outside the villa far away heard the sound of whipping and trembled in fear.

After doing this, Lyra threw the whip and did not look at Malcolm who was still kneeling the ground. Then she turned her head and left quickly, not leaving a word to him.

She had just cout of the villa, and Chad hadn't expected her to be so quick, with the hemostatic ointment and bandages still in his hands.

By the the remembered to hide behind him, it was too late and Lyra saw them clearly just in time.

And his actions in Lyra's eyes had implied that he was afraid of being found out.

Lyra sneered: "He even prepared this. Using those schemes on me. He does this unworthy of his talents.” Chad's face paled in horror, "No, no, | prepared it. It has nothing to do with Mr. Malcolm ..." He just heard the sound of the whip in the villa, which was too appalling. Thinking that Malcolm would have to go on a mission later, Chad prepared the medicine in advance and wanted to go in to help him bandage.

The coldness in Lyra's eyes was even stronger. Apparently, she didn't believe it at all.

Chad also realized that his words were a bit useless. The more he said, the easier she would misunderstand. He started stuttering, trying to organize his words to re-explain, "Miss Lyra, this really has nothing to do with Mr. Malcolm. It's... " Lyra didn't want to hear it and left the White Manor without looking back.

When she left, Chad slapped his mouth in chagrin and rushed into the villa to check on Malcolm's condition.

Malcolm had stood up from the floor and was sitting on the couch, feeling depressed.

Chad rushed forward to check his injuries and found two whip marks on his left arm. He felt a little bit relieved and quickly helped him clean the wound.

The whip was so rough that its barbed wood chips were embedded in Malcolm's arm. Chad carefully helped him pick them out with tweezers and disinfect the wound.

Thinking about what just happened at the door, Chad told him all about it without hiding.

"... sorry boss. | was just afraid that you'll be injured badly again. Going on a mission would like that will be dangerous. I didn't expect to be caught by Miss Lyra just in time. When | cback from the mission, | will go and apologize to her." Malcolm's eyes darkened, "What you did is the sas what | did. Your explanation is useless. She won't believeanymore.” Seeing that he was sad, Chad had hard feelings and slapped himself hard.

"I'm sorry! It's all my fault! I'm so damned!" He did it at his full strength. Two consecutive slaps made his face swollen, and the corner of his mouth also oozed blood.

Malcolm stopped him from continuing to abuse himself, "Con. | screwed up first. I'll find another chance to explain to her personally. Don't blyourself." It was impossible that Chad wouldn't blhimself.

For Chad, Malcolm was a benefactor, a boss, a brother and a most important family member.

Although he occasionally retorted Malcolm, he always supported Malcolm.

A group of people left the White Manor and headed out of the city the snight.

Lyra suffered insomnia again.

Malcolm saved her and got hurt for her. She was grateful for that but learned that it was all a lie. He deliberately faked his death to arouse her guilt, deceived her, treated her like a fool and made her cry again and again.

Even before, she was naive enough to think that she would never marry or have children in this life but return to Frayton to guard his grave.

Now when she thought about it, it was just ridiculous! She really can not forgive Malcolm's behavior.

However, she couldn't really beat him to death to vent her anger.

Perhaps to cut off contact and stop seeing each other was the only way for the good of each, and for her to forget about these bad things.

She stayed up all night thinking about it.

The decision was finally made.

The next morning, she washed up, put on her makeup and went out to the White family. She didn't go to Malcolm's villa, but directly to the old Mr. White's.

The old Mr. White looked at her who was with a grave and solemn expression, as if she had something serious to say. After the breakfast, he took her to the parlor.

However, after listening to her seriously, the old Mr. White looked incredulous, and looked at each other with Charles, who was also confused.

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