After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 273 Watch Rara punish Malcolm

"Yes, I remember."

She not only did not forget, but also remembered clearly, "Later I made a special effort to check this

matter. Malcolm said this is not sulfuric acid, but S40 corrosive agent or something."

Chad sighed, "He ... does not want you to worry about him and feel guilt, so he lied to you. In fact, it is

S404 biochemical virus."

Biochemical virus?

Lyra's eyebrows furrowed and her heart throbbed abruptly.

Although she did not know anything about medical research, she did know, from literal meaning, it was

something related to certain damage to human body. It was definitely not a simple and small problem!

Chad continued to sigh and began to explain to her, "This virus is very powerful. It can spread

extremely fast. Currently, even the laboratory does not have the antidote ..."

...

Ten minutes later.

Malcolm, who was in the main seat of the meeting room, listened to Sean, one of the executives' report

while looking at his watch.

Chad's files have not been retrieved.

Under the ghostly face, the pair of black eyes were fairly grim, and the unpleasant breath drifted in the

conference room.

The other executives held their breath and tried to reduce their sense of presence.

Because they found that Malcolm seemed to be in a particularly bad mood today. And his black face

seemed to be on the verge of volcanic eruption at any time.

A sudden noise came from outside the door.

"Miss Lloyd! Mr. Malcolm is in a meeting. You can't go in!"

Immediately afterwards, the door of the conference room was forced open.

Lyra was standing in the doorway, with her eyes focused on Malcolm.

The whole White Corp knew who she was and the security guards didn't dare to do anything to her,

"Mr. Malcolm, it's Miss Lloyd she has to break in ..."

Executives in the conference room looked at Lyra in unison.

Lyra, however, seemed to be unable to feel their presence, with her eyes glued to Malcolm's body.

Malcolm did not turn his head to look at her. However, his bony hand picked up the coffee on the table

and took an elegant sip before saying in a light tone, "Miss Lloyd, if you have something to say to me,

wait until I finish the meeting. Security, take Miss Lloyd to the office."

"Yes, Mr. Malcolm."

The security guards were respectful and ready to ask Lyra out, but Lyra glared at them.

Lyra walked around them and went straight to him who was in the main seat of the conference room,

"Malcolm White, did you call me Miss Lloyd again?"

Her tone was with a bit of grievance and she choked with sobs a little bit.

Malcolm's heart fluttered and he turned his head to look at her.

But when he saw her watery eyes, like shooting stars, he was panicked uncontrollably.

"Rara? You ..."

Lyra had quickly walked to him and leaned down to kiss his cold and pale lips in front of everyone in

the conference room.

Everyone in the conference room looked at the scene in shock.

All the present knew the big news of the two kissing at the charity party not long ago.

They didn't expect that they could see the public display of affection at a daily meeting!

With so many executives and security guards watching and Malcolm's intention to keep a distance from

her, Malcolm did nit let himself indulge in her kiss.

He shrank himself into the back of the chair, avoiding her lips, with a cold hostility and intent on

clutching her hands.

"This is the White Corp conference room. Don't be ridiculous!"

Lyra seemed to have anticipated it. She was fast and accurate enough to clutch his wrists first, lifted his

hands overhead, and pressed him to the back of the chair.

Malcolm struggled, but he was too weak to resist Lyra who can do Jiu-Jitsu.

Lyra raised her eyebrows gently. And the discomfort of being called her name in a cold way by Malcolm

over the past few days drove her closer to his lips again.

But this time it was a punishing kiss, with brutal predatory nature, to bite his lips.

Malcolm wrinkled his eyebrows in pain and groaned subconsciously.

Everyone, except them, in the conference room watched in awe.

Some covered their mouths incredulously.

Some swallowed and got envious.

Some felt so embarrassed that they covered their faces and quietly glanced at them between their

fingers.

They never thought that they would be able to see with their own eyes their boss's weakness and being

viciously pounced on by his wife!

This was too damn exciting!

Chad took the files and pretended to get here in a hurry.

Seeing the ambiguous scene in the main seat of the conference room, he was not surprised and

immediately helped the two clear the room.

"Mr. Malcolm has some personal matters to deal with at this time. The conference is postponed. Wait

for the notice to re-convene. Everyone, please get out of here!"

Many of them reluctantly left the meeting room in an orderly manner under the guidance of Chad.

When everyone was gone, Chad was very considerate to help them close all the doors and windows.

The meeting room was instantly silent.

The room was full of ambiguity.

The kiss lasted for a long time until a very soft whimper came from him and Lyra stopped her

punishment.

Malcolm's mouth became swollen as if he had been bullied, and his pale lips were stained with Lyra's

lipstick, which became brightly colored.

Lyra gently removed the ghostly face covering the upper half of his face, still holding his hands to keep

him from moving.

The lipstick smudged beyond her lips, and Lyra licked her front teeth, making her look like a gorgeous

vampire who had just feasted on her mouth.

"Does it hurt? You call me Miss Lyra all day. Are you happy about it? Do you still dare do it again?"

Although her tone was fierce, her starry eyes were watery and she looked at him heartily.

Seeing that, Malcolm knew very well in his heart and averted his gaze with less confidence, "You ...

knew it so soon ...?"

"Hmm."

Her shoulder-length hair was loose and her fingertips gently rubbed his slightly swollen lips, "If I'm still

in the dark, are you going to keep it from me and then find a place to die in peace?"

Malcolm avoided her gaze, with his eyelashes fluttering. Instead of answering her question, he asked

rhetorically, "Who told you that, Chad?"

Lyra shook her head decisively, "No, he wouldn't tell me. I found out myself. You underestimate me!"

He pursed his lips and lowered his head, not saying anything.

Lyra remembered what she had just learned from Chad. Her starry eyes were filled with tears and her

voice was slightly sobbing, "Why wouldn't you tell me about such a serious virus? Afraid of my guilt?

Afraid that I'll dislike you?"

"I'm sorry. I held you back..." Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Lyra's heart throbbed, blaming herself beyond words. Her trembling hands cupped his face, "Fool, you

didn't hold me back. It's me... it's me who held you back. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have had to

suffer these illnesses. It's me who should say sorry."

Malcolm's whole heart softened when he saw her tears falling down.

There was an impulse to take her into his arms, gently coax and tenderly kiss away her pearly tears.

But Anthony's words still lingered in his ears, stirring him up.

So, he strongly suppressed the impulse, and his tone was gloomy, "I volunteered to all this. It has

nothing to do with you. And ... I don't need your pity. I don't need you to take care of me because you

feel guilty."

Over the time, she would always get bored.

He didn't want to bind her in the name of guilt, much less let her watch him break down in pain as he

died around her.

Lyra's eyebrows gradually wrinkled. The more she heard, the more angry she became.

"Malcolm! What the hell are you talking about? Has it been too long since you've not been beaten up?

So you're smug?"