After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 265 Malcolm is critically ill

Irene was so shocked that she fell backwards, and Peter was quick to help her.

With tears in her eyes, she was resigned, "Is this bitch better than me? No matter her family, or her

education, how can she compare with me? Only you and I are the right match!"

"Irene, even if all the women in this world are dead, I won't marry you!"

Keith's eyes were cold and he looked at her with disgust, "Do you hear me clearly? Now take your Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

people and get out! Don't dirty my villa!"

Irene, with tear stains on her face, glared sorrowfully at Melissa who was next to Lyra.

"Keith, you mention withdrawing from the marriage to me again for this little bitch named Melissa? I will

make you regret it!"

After she gritted her teeth and said those words, she left with her people.

When Irene had gone, Lyra approached Keith and asked him incredulously.

"Keith, did you just mean it? You really like Melissa?"

This news was too sudden. Lyra slowed down a little bit, "Then I frame myself up? My friend became

my sister-in-law? Keith, you can't do this!"

Keith didn't answer her question and just said, "Lyra, it's late. Go to work first. I have something to talk

with Miss Melissa alone."

"Okay."

Lyra looked over at Melissa, who was still in a dazed and overwhelmed state.

When only Keith and Melissa were left in the living room, Keith closed the door and walked toward the

couch.

"Miss Melissa, please sit down."

"Oh good."

Melissa sat stiffly on the couch next to him, keeping a distance away with him.

Perhaps feeling a little awkward, Keith opened the drawer, took out a cigar, lit it, and exhaled.

With the coiling up smoke, his bass voice was more magnetic and deeper.

"Please don't pay too much attention to what happened just now. I just want to talk to you about a

cooperation."

Melissa was a little confused, "What kind of cooperation?"

"I believe you can also see that I don't like Irene, so I want you to pretend to be my lover, help me to

withdraw from the marriage with the Frazier family. In exchange, I'll help you succeed in the

entertainment industry, help you to become best actress, help you to bring Corey down. And even if

you want to personally dispose of this scum, I can also hand him over to you. ."

Melissa didn't say anything.

Keith continued: "Lyra must have promised you a lot of benefits, but I know you're a girl who doesn't

like to owe people favors. Lyra has been very helpful to you, and you're very sorry in your heart. Lyra's

career in the entertainment industry is on the rise, but I'm already at the top. You and I are just a

partnership. We are mutually beneficial and don't owe each other."

After listening to his words, Melissa was relieved a lot.

Keith wondered, "What?"

Melissa laughed and shook her head, "No, I just feel lucky that you don't really like me but want to use

this to work with me. I feel much better."

Otherwise, she would feel a sense of guilt that she had interfered in someone else's relationship and

feel like a sinner.

Keith had little expression, "From what you said, you agreed?"

Melissa nodded and her eyes were firm, "Yes, I'm honored to work with you!"

"Great, I'll ask Jalen to arrange a lawyer to draft an agreement as soon as possible. As for how to act

specifically, when the time comes, you just need to cooperate with me."

"Okay Mr. Lloyd."

...

Irene sat in the car all the way down the hill, and the more she thought about it, the angrier she was.

"Bitch! It's all a bunch of bitches!"

Peter tried to persuade her, "Miss, please calm down a little. We can go back and discuss a solution.

You and Mr. Keith are in a business marriage. Even if he really wants to withdraw from the marriage, he

has to go through Reginald first. It's not easy to withdraw it."

Irene pinched her palm hard, as if she was on the verge of going crazy.

"This marriage contract, as long as I'm still alive, he can never back out! But what happened today was

so infuriating. I have to find a way to teach him a lesson! Let him know that I, Irene, am not so easy to

be bullied!"

She looked out the window at the fading Anning Hill. Her eyes were filled with maliciousness.

"As for Melissa, she must die! Keith even said even if all the women in the world are dead, he'll not

marry me. So I'll kill all the women around him! See who else he can marry! Let him be a bachelor for

the rest of his life!"

Peter was so frightened by the viciousness in her eyes that he didn't dare to say a word.

One day later.

The mountain forest in Crana's border.

A group of people's faces were painted in camouflage and they were all wearing camouflage clothing.

Malcolm's handsome face was well hidden under the camouflage as well.

He received a precise tip that two groups of people would do an underground deal at the mid-lake

pavilion at 500 meters away today. They were waiting in the wings and had been crouching in place for

twelve hours.

They waited a little longer.

Chad, who also had green color painted on his face, came quickly.

"Boss, they have shown up and will be walking to the mid-lake pavilion in ten minutes at the latest."

Malcolm looked solemn, "Okay, tell the surveillance officers and snipers to get in position. Once there's

transaction or special circumstance, you can shoot to warn, but do not hurt their lives. Catch them alive

and take them back to interrogation."

"Yes."

Malcolm intended to change the position of crouching. When he stood up, his legs were completely

unable to hold him up and fell on Chad's side.

"Boss?"

All the men subconsciously had to reach out to help him.

Chad heard the movement, turned around quickly and held his arm, "Boss, what's wrong with you? You

don't seem to be in the right state, do you?"

Malcolm took a breather, "It's okay. I think I've been couching too long. I'm a little anemic."

"How can that be!?"

They were specially trained. With the professional couching position, even if they couched for a day

and a night, it would not have this kind of problem.

Chad tested the pulse on his wrist and found that while his pulse was normal, his body temperature

was ice cold.

"Boss, is the virus spreading again? Let's go back to the lab and get Doctor Y to do a test?"

Malcolm pursed his dry lips, "No, this is more important. Let's settle the matter at hand first. When we

get back, we'll talk about this."

"Yes."

Ten minutes later.

Two groups of people rushed to the mid-lake pavilion, both holding black boxes used for trading. The

pavilion was occupied with armed bodyguards who all wore sunglasses.

Malcolm used a binoculars to observe the situation and led his men in steps to reduce the

encirclement.

Boom!

A shot startled the birds in the forest.

One of the bodyguards standing guard at the side of the pavilion was hit on the spot and fell to the

ground with a crash. And those in the pavilion who were preparing to trade were quickly put on alert.

Chad was slightly stunned: "Someone shot in advance?!"

Malcolm's cold eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes looked precisely to the left at the mountains.

"The sound is at nine o'clock. Five hundred meters away. Immediately arrange a team to capture it,

alive."

The shot had revealed their position, and Malcolm, who was already close to the mid-lake pavilion, had

no choice but to carry on.

People on both sides fired quickly.

The battle was very chaotic with sparks.

The gunfire was deafening.

Malcolm suddenly had a momentary ringing in his ears. His head was splitting. He became so weak

that he couldn't pull the trigger with his fingertips.

His vision was getting blurry, and adjusting his breathing didn't ease the dizziness.

Finally, his whole body was completely plunged into darkness ...

"Boss!!!"

Chad was going crazy watching Malcolm fall!