After divorce I am a billionaire

"Replaced?" Malcolm laughed and snorted lightly. And he glanced sharply and sarcastically at her, "Are you trying to say you will replace her? But you, are you worthy?" Ethel's face turned completely cold.

"Mr. Malcolm, | hope that when Lyra's identity as an illegitimate daughter is made public, you will also choose to marry her with determination, regardless of the fact that White Corp's stock will plummet.” She smiled and gave a condescending laugh. Then she turned her head and walked away.

Chad watched her back as she got in a car and left. He spat and gritted his teeth, "As if she isn't an illegitimate daughter herself!" "Oh my temper! Why the hell does she have to be so supercilious?" "Keira is also only nineteen years old, but her scheming seems cute. Why is Ethel so disgusting!?" Chad was indignant and cursed for a long time, struggling to quell his anger.

Malcolm just let him do so and calmly helped Lyra arrange, "For Rara and Clark's paternity test, I'll leave it to you to handle.

Make sure it is done properly.” "Yes, bro, don't worry!" Chad responded and immediately headed into the visiting room.

After the command, Malcolm carried Lyra carefully to the back seat of the car.

Chad went out to run an errand, but this the went out to pick up Lyra, and Malcolm made a point of bringing a driver to drive.

On the way, Malcolm was holding Lyra in his arms while using his laptop, seemingly on official business.

However, Lyra's eyes opened the moment when she got in the car.

She leaned in Malcolm's arms. Her eyes looked cold as she looked out the car window in a trance.

At this juncture, it was impossible for her to sleep, but she was too lazy to deal with Ethel and listen to her sarcasm, so she simply left it to Malcolm.

When they arrived at the White Manor garage, Malcolm was ready to carry Lyra out of the car when he realized that she had been awake the whole time.

He gently tickled the bridge of her nose with his finger, "How long did it take you to wake up? Were you sleeping uncomfortably in this position when | dealt with the business on my laptop?" Lyra smiled lightly, "No, | just woke up." Without saying anything, Malcolm calmly carried her out of the car and held her tightly in his arms all the way back to Lyre Spiti.

As she walked through the winding alleys of the White Manor, Lyra's gaze remained on his face.

She hesitated for a long time, but still asked out, "Mel, if ... if | am really not the daughter of the Lloyd family, our marriage contract is not valid. Once this matter has beca national public knowledge, as the man in power of White Corp, if you marry a prisoner's daughter, an illegitimate daughter of nothing, White Corp will suffer great losses, and you may lose tens of billions overnight. Even so, you are willing to marry me?" Malcolm listened to her words quietly. He was looking forward and walking carefully, but not looking down at her or answering her question immediately.

"Rara, let's go back first. | have a gift for you." Without his answer, Lyra's whole heart sank abruptly.

Without the identity of the Lloyd family's daughter, if she really beca prisoner's daughter, there would be such a huge difference, and even Malcolm should also be hesitant ...

She should understand.

However, she just felt so lost and disappointed.

In one day, she was alone in her rebellion.

Even Malcolm, when facing with major issues of principle, was not a man she can firmly rely on, so she can only believe in herself and rely on herself to fight for the turnaround.

Thinking of this, she gloomily lowered her eyes, and her hand that had been tightly wrapped around Malcolm's neck, withdrew.

Malcolm sensed her change of mood keenly.

The doctor said that pregnant women were always suspicious and thoughtful because their bodies were overloaded with hormones and they had no control over their imagination, so they had to be pacified.

He immediately noticed that what he had just said may not be appropriate, so he hastily added.

"Rara, | didn't mean to run away from you. | have carefully prepared a gift to give you all day before | picked you up from the visiting room. | meant to answer that question later when | would surprise you." It was a dusky evenfall and he was standing in Lyre Spiti's doorway and lowering Lyra from his arms.

An black ribbon was taken out to put on her.

Lyra stopped, "What are you going to do?" Malcolm smiled mysteriously and his voice was low, "Be good. Just wear it for a few minutes. Soon you will know. Believe me." Looking at each other, Lyra agreed and was attracted by the shimmer of burning excitement in his dark eyes.

He immediately and gently helped her to put it on, covering those beautiful eyes tightly.

Then he held her hand with their fingers interlaced and led her carefully into the garden.

It took Malcolm until he reached the tree in the garden to help her untie the ribbon from her eyes.

"Rara, now open your eyes." Lyra slowly opened her eyes and her eyes were instantly drawn to the scene in front of her.

The tree in the garden were hung with small lights, which were fluttering like stars. Behind the garden was the sunset with red glow, which was unexpectedly harmonious with the tree. The scene was very beautiful.

And under the tree were nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine green roses. And in the heart of each rose, it was placed a pearl which was dazzling and extraordinary.

It was the first tfor Lyra to see so many light green roses. She smiled, which was fairly rare.

Malcolm caround in front of her, got down on one knee and reverently took her hand.

His shimmering eyes were full of doting and tenderness, as if his eyes could only see her alone.

"Rara, we start to fall in love because of the engagement. Because the babies, we put marriage on the agenda. All the other women have this part, so my Rara must have it too." He raised his face and spoke seriously and calmly, "Rara, if you are not the daughter of the Lloyd family, and if the engagement between us must be annulled, then | will ask you to marryagain.” As for the identity of a person in power and tens of billions of losses, they were not worthier than Lyra in his eyes.

He took out the diamond ring box he had prepared long ago and unfolded it in front of her eyes.

An 18-carat ruby diamond ring was unique in the world.

It was he who deliberately asked Chad to go abroad and auction off the ring at a charity auction stago for ninety-nine million. And it had Lyra's initials, LL , engraved on it.

"Rara, will you marry me?" Lyra was slightly stunned. Looking at the ruby diamond ring in his hand, and then at Malcolm's extremely handsface, her eyes gradually reddened.

All the despondency, reluctance and disappointment inside her heart were turned into unspeakable emotions at this moment.

Just when she was questioning whether Malcolm would choose to give up on her or not dote on her like he used to because of her status, Malcolm went to great lengths to prepare surprises for her and fill her whole heart.

This was the man she loved so much.

He was also the man who loved her the most in this world.

"Rara, my knees hurt. Promise me." Having not gotten an answer, Malcolm's tone was soft and fawning.

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