After divorce I am a billionaire

Malcolm lightened his pace and silently followed behind Chad and Ted, who bent their arms round each others’ shoulders.

In the face of Ted's question, Chad answered seriously, "Four hours is really too difficult. | don't have the confidence to continue.

It's completely hard to resist. When Mr. Malcolm punishes people, he's as sharp as ever." Ted tut-tutted with his answer and gently pinched Chad's arm.

Chad wailed in soreness, bared his teeth and endured the pain.

Malcolm followed them behind with his hands behind his back, looking down abruptly.

Chad continued, "But Mr. Malcolm, although he's ruthless, he's really kind. For four hours of handstand, he saw me holding up too painfully. He finally only punished me more than two hours, and personally poured me a glass of water." The more Chad thought about it, the more excited he became, and his tone was high, "He actually cared about me. | was so damn touched. | almost cried on the spot. | guess I'll never forget the glass of water he personally poured for me. It was so sweet!" Ted looked at him oddly, "Is that so exaggerating?" "You don't understand. Mr. Malcolm is the most considerate leader and boss in the world as long as he doesn't deduct money! No rebuttals will be accepted.” "Yes, yes, Mr. Malcolm is the best." Ted echoed heartily.

Chad was so excited thinking about the glass of water Malcolm poured for him last day that he almost had "I'm Mr. Malcolm's little fanboy" engraved on his head.

Malcolm, however, was speechless.

He just poured a glass of water for him and Chad was so moved? Was he too strict before? As he was thinking, there was an officer from the bureau in front of the corridor. He saw Malcolm, Chad and Ted from a long distance, bowed hastily and saluted respectfully.

"Hello Mr. Malcolm, Chad and Ted." He stood at a distance, bowing one by one in greeting.

Chad and Ted stopped dead in their tracks and looked confused.

Mr. Malcolm? Ted withdrew his arm from Chad's shoulder, and they turned around together suspiciously to see Malcolm who was standing behind them with his hands behind his back.

Ted's mouth twitched: "Mr. Malcolm, how do you ... walk without a sound?" Chad blushed, "Bro, how long have you been here? Did you hear all the small talk we just had?" Malcolm nodded seriously and looked calm. No one could know whether he was angry or not.

He noted sharply that both Chad and Ted gulped nervously, and asked, "I just heard Mr. Chad say he thought my punishment yesterday was too heavy. Mr. Chad, you can come to my office and complain to me alone if you're unhappy." Chad's face froze. His skin was a little tanned after returning from the border so no one could see if he paled.

"Bro, no, Mr. Malcolm! | was wrong! I'm sorry!" He conceded quickly and tried desperately to explain himself, "I didn't mean to complain. | meant to say you got a good penalty for me! Good penalty!" The penalty made his back ache and he wailed.

Malcolm was amused by his goofy look. Holding back his laughter, he snorted, "All right, come with me to the office." The last sentence was obviously ordinary but it was like a bolt from the blue for Chad.

Ah! He shouldn't have talked too much. He must need to be physically punished again when he went to the office.

His arms were weak and sore, and if he had to do another handstand against the wall, how long could he last? He was inwardly grief-stricken and desperate, and could only silently follow Malcolm, pondering how to plead with Malcolm later.

What about directly hugging Malcolm's lap and crying miserably after he got into the office? Ted silently glanced at him and slipped away, being afraid of being implicated.

In the office of the director of the National Investigation Bureau.

Chad lowered his head and followed Malcolm inside. His downcast eyes kept staring at Malcolm's legs, wondering which one to hug later so it was less likely to be kicked straight out.

He was so lost in thought that it wasn't until Malcolm reached out and waved his hand in front of his eyes that he came back to his senses, "Bro?" Malcolm frowned, "What were you thinking? Didn't even hear my words." Chad was chagrined and consciously slapped his head, making excuses, "I didn't sleep well last night. | was a little unfocused.” Malcolm didn't bother to reveal him and didn't dwell too much on the subject, "How's it going with Ryan? Was he restless?" Chad shook his head, "I heard he was in a single room last night. He was screaming to find you to talk, but also said you are not filial, disrespectful elders and so on. On the second half of the night he was tired of roaring. Everyone was not available to him so he didn't struggle that much." Malcolm listened quietly, "It seems he didn't realize the consequences he's going to take. NIB is my territory. If he dares to shout at me here, which is based on the hold card he has, | dare not do anything to him." "The hole card?" Chad turned serious, "He threatened you?" Malcolm breathed deeply, looked heavy, walked to the chair and sat down, instructing him in a deep voice, "I have a very important thing for you to do. It's about a car accident decades ago. Find a way to check all the news files of this accident to see if there is any suspicious place." Chad nodded his head in a disciplined manner, "Okay, | got it." Malcolm replied softly, "Get on it." "Huh?" Chad was confused. He just let him off the hook? No corporal punishment for him? When he didn't leave, Malcolm deliberately looked serious and tapped the table with his knuckles to make a joke with him, "Don't want to leave? Do you want to warm up with a few hundred push-ups? Or two hours of handstands to clear your head?" Chad heard that and his sweat broke out, shaking his head sincerely, "No no, the matter you order me is important. | go to do it immediately.” He turned around and ran away very decisively. He was afraid of being caught back by Malcolm to do the devil physical punishment if he ran too slowly.

Malcolm stared at his rapidly disappearing back, shook his head in disbelief, and taunted in a small voice, "Silly man, conceding so quickly.” Once Chad was gone, Malcolm quickly got into the business.

Half an hour later, he called Ted in, "Take someone to check Travis's whereabouts. Get him back as soon as possible. Control him, and don't let him escape from the country.” "Yes, Mr. Malcolm." At noon.

Thinking about what Malcolm said last night about his parents’ death, Lyra was having lunch in the group's cafeteria with little appetite.

Travis and Ryan eyed covetously the position of the head of the family, and framed Malcolm many times because of this.

Because of his grandfather, Malcolm had never heavily punished them before but relegated them to a subsidiary in a small county and not allowed them to return. Malcolm had already compromised because of Rudolph.

Because of this alone, Rudolph, at Ryan's plea, still recalled Travis to Suham early.

But Travis was the most troublesome one. He just came back but deliberately harmed his grandfather. If he did not severely punish Travis and teach him a lesson, Travis would not know how to restrain himself.

If Malcolm agreed to Ryan's request and released Travis, it would be equivalent to being held by Ryan and losing the initiative.

After all, it was no small matter when it came to her parents, and she had to find a way to help Malcolm find a breakthrough.

Thinking about it, she only ate a little.

Taking advantage of her lunch break, she went back to the White Mansion and went straight to Rudolph's villa.

Rudolph was sensitive to the death of Malcolm's parents. If she asked him, he would say nothing so she had to start with someone else.

She visited Rudolph in his bedroom first. After these days of recuperation, Rudolph was in a much better state of mind and was able to sit in a wheelchair again. He was pushed by Charles to take a walk in the garden.

Rudolph was happy to see her coming and pulled her in for a chat, asking Sophia to carry the two babies out into the garden for some sunshine by the way.

The picture of his great-grandchildren laughing together in the garden was very harmonious and beautiful.

Little Spencer and Momo smiled extra brightly and made him feel good.

After playing for more than an hour, the babies were tired before Lyra asked Sophia to take them upstairs to bed.

She, with Charles, pushed Rudolph back to the bedroom to rest.

After helping Rudolph to lie down, Charles walked Lyra out of the villa.

Lyra remembered the purpose of her trip here and asked Charles absently, "Mr. Charles, you're an old butler of the White family, right? How many years have you been working for the White family?"