After divorce I am a billionaire

Callahan Residence.

The two bodyguards, who had returned from Lyre Spiti, limped upstairs and knocked on the door of Shane's study.

"Cin." The two of them held each other in misery.

Shane was annotating a document and noticed the two moving inexplicably.

"What's going on? Where's Rebecca?" "Mr. Shane, Miss Rebecca is staying at Lyre Spiti and is not coming back." Shane put down his pen and raised an eyebrow in interest, "That's not bad, so why don't you two follow her? Do you cback for what?" The bodyguards looked bitter, "We're forced out by Mrs. White. She had Eleven beat us both. Saying we should go back to wherever we cfrom." Snap- Ateacup flew to the feet of both men.

The tea splashed everywhere and the sound was appalling, signaling his anger.

"Useless things. Get out.” He grimaced, held his forehead and rubbed his temples. He had a nervous headache.

Melissa was tightly regulated and Rebecca was too simple to make things work.

It was tricky.

He annoyingly opened the drawer and took out a transparent crystals that were colorless and tasteless like rock candy.

He inhaled violently, stimulating his nerves, which made him feel comfortable quite a lot.

Knock-knock- The door to the study was knocked on again.

He put the crystal away and put it back in the drawer while keeping his countenance.

The person who cin was Tom, the butler.

Tom stepped forward and respectfully handed something over to Shane's desk with both hands.

Shane looked down at the mud-stained penthouse key.

It was the key he gave Tom.

"Where did you find it?" Tom: "It's in the garden, hidden in the dirt, under the grass. With only its golden side is exposed. That is why we have searched all night and found nothing." Shane picked up the small key. His fingers were stained with dirt.

He rubbed the earth carefully. The clear crystals made him pleasant so it was rare that he didn't lose his temper immediately.

"Tom, tellyour guess." "At last night's party, only Mr. Anthony cclose tobecause he bumped into me. | suspect that it was Mr. Anthony who purposely buried the key for fear that he would go exposed.” Shane listened quietly and analyzed the matter in a clear and organized manner.

"He didn't bury it. It is impossible for him to leave such obvious traces. If he really buried it, the key would be buried deeply. I'm afraid you couldn't find it in years." "So, he should have tried to return the key secretly. But he found out that | was alert. He panicked and threw it out of the room, and that's what happened.” Tom nodded, "You're right. That should be the case.” Shane laughed slightly and eerily. Gradually, he turned cold, and soon becfurious.

With rage, he directly threw all the papers on the table to the ground, even the computer was smashed.

"Anthony! This bastard!" The key was taken by him, and the missing potion on the top floor must have been stolen by him.

He really did conspire with Lyra to set him up.

If the potion was given to Malcolm, the consequences were unthinkable.

Anger burned all of Shane's sanity. He wanted to break Anthony, the bastard, into pieces immediately! Tom nearly got his feet hit by the dumped papers and took two trembling steps back.

"Mr. Shane, please take your time. There is always a solution." After a fit of rage, Shane did regain a shred of sanity.

He immediately called Levi of NIB Team 9, "What's the condition of the secret interrogation room?" Levi: "After | left, Chad transferred a whole team of soldiers to guard the secret interrogation room. And there are soldiers standing by 500 meters away, nearly twenty people. In addition, there are about ten more who are arranged to guard in the shadows." Shane grunted.

The guarding was so tight. Malcolm was not to interrogate Anthony but clearly to protect him.

It seemed that Malcolm was probably aware that Anthony stole the key. And the drug of penthouse was estimated to have been in Malcolm's hands.

Illegal exit? Ah, a deliberate play.

His eyes looked cold and he said in a deep voice to Levi on the phone, "Send someone to keep watching quietly. If there is any movement there, notifyimmediately.” "Yes, Mr. Shane." Hanging up the phone, he opened the large drawer under his table and took out a pistol.

He skillfully loaded. The muzzle of the gun was placed against between his brows. And he smiled.

The butler was terrified.

"Mr. Shane! What are you doing? Don't be impulsive! Things haven't gone to the last step. There is always a turnaround.” Shane laughed lightly and moved the gun away, taking it into his hands and playing with it.

"Don't be afraid. You think I will kill myself? Only a desperate loser will choose this. Things haven't cto the final step yet. It's not certain who loses and who wins." His fingers, which had been using guns for years, had a thick layer of calluses. When touching the gun, the feeling was unusual.

"Anthony, this bastard. He thinks he is bullied too much by Malcolm, so I'll take pity on him, but | didn't expect that | set the wolf to keep the sheep. Even if | die, | will drag him to hell with me!" At the end of the conversation, he put the gun in his hand and heaved it onto the table with a loud pop sound.

He instructed the butler methodically, "Counting the twhen the potion was stolen. Malcolm is expected to have finished checking the ingredients of the potion.” "While he is still collecting evidence of my crimes, dump all the remaining potions and liquid in the penthouse. Glass containers should be smashed and buried in the earth. Even the boxes containing the potions should be all burned. To ensure not a single trace is left." "And those rooms on the top floor. Anything that looks like it would arouse suspicion, destroy it all. Have the servants take a disinfectant spray and clean it up." "The penthouse must be packed up by tonight. No delay.” The butler nodded, "If you want to leave no trace, why not just take it out and throw it away? Mr. Shane, you bought those potions at a high price. If they are destroyed, you have to lose a lot of money, right?" In times of crisis, the small amount of money meant nothing.

Shane looked serious, "Malcolm White may have sent people to quietly guard outside the Callahan Residence. It'll be too flamboyant if they throw things around. It's easy to be caught. Just do as | say." "Yes, Mr. Shane, please rest assured.” The butler stopped arguing and nodded his head and immediately went to do it.

When the butler left, Shane got up and straightened his collar. The he went out of the study and went up to the top floor.

Opening the heavy iron lock on the top floor, he entered the third room on the left while looking steadily forward.

After he opened the door, a thin woman weakly slept on the bed. Her hands were bound by heavy chains. Around her wrists, there were deep circle of strangulation marks.

Shane walked straight over, sat on the edge of the bed, helped her untie all the chains, and patiently rubbed the red marks on her wrists.

His voice was gentle, "Mom, don't blme. You had said that you would give anything to me." "Now that Anthony, your most hated bastard, has joined forces with Malcolm to harm me. Only you can help me." He took Caitlin patiently into his arms, with his palms gently smoothing her back, but his eyes looked cold.

Seeming to smell something familiar, Caitlin blinked gently, and her thoughts cleared up a little.

She lifted her eyes to her handsome, awe-inspiring son and smiled in a content but sickly manner.

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