After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 1131 Is He Qualified to Compete with Him? But he only complained about it. He had owed Mavis so much in the past that now he was just reaping what he sowed.

However, there was something even more important than this matter.

He sat up straight and began to analyze seriously, "In this matter, Moore is the most unfortunate victim but also the biggest beneficiary. Could it be that he bought connections and faked his illness?" Kane shook his head without hesitation. "First of all, Moore doesn't know many people in Crana besides Mrs. Callahan and Raymond. It's impossible for him to have any connections. Secondly, his injuries couldn't possibly be fake." Kane frowned deeply as he remembered something else. "He really did get hurt badly. No one would spend such a huge amount of money just to fryou because they know how much damage it could do to their own lives." Anthony felt cold inside as Kane spoke these words. "Who knows who Moore might have offended to end up like this?" Kane continued speaking with a serious expression on his face, "Moore has only been in Crana for a little over a month now and has been working alongside Mrs. Callahan the whole twhile living in the apartment you bought for her. Whenever there's nothing going on at work, he stays at hhandling things remotely from there too. So, it's impossible for him to have any enemies other than you. You're rivals that don't like each other very much. After all, you've already hit him once before." Anthony fell silent.

After all the circling around they'd done during their conversation earlier, Anthony himself remained the prsuspect.

After all, only he had ever had any conflicts with Moore before. NIB might cback again soon enough asking him questions again too.

He rubbed his forehead feeling a headache coming on as thoughts swirled around inside of him about everything that had happened recently. What kind of mess were they dealing with here? The next morning, downstairs outside of the hospital room: Mavis spent the entire night sleeping on the accompanying cot.

Throughout the night, nurses would cin to change Moore's intravenous medication, leaving her almost sleepless. As dawn approached, she managed to rest for barely an hour.

"Mavis..." A weak voice cfrom the hospital bed, and Mavis was almost instantly awakened.

"What's wrong? Do you need something?" Moore turned his head to look at her, "You... you didn't return to the apartment last night. Did you stay withthe whole night?" Overwhelmed with gratitude, Moore's heart melted. His eyes were slightly red, reflecting his astonishment.

Mavis got up, walked to the bedside table, poured a cup of warm water, and fed it to him through a straw. "During my toughest and most hopeless times, it was you who stood by me. You accompaniedfor two years, helpingovercthe darkness. Now that you're injured, it's only natural forto take care of you." "Mavis, you know, what | want isn't gratitude." Of course, Mavis knew what he meant.

He wanted her love.

"But all | can offer in return is this, as you know, | am a woman with a child and a family. It's impossible between us." Moore simply couldn't comprehend it. "Given the circumstances, you still don't intend to get a divorce as soon as possible? He could crippletoday and tomorrow he might do the sto you." Mavis put the water cup on the bedside table, sat on the edge of the bed, and after several hesitations, she chose to speak out her doubts.

"To be honest... | don't think Anthony was responsible for your injury this time. There might have been smisunderstanding." Moore's eyes widened in disbelief. "Mavis, you're being foolish. How can you believe his excuses? He's a cunning and ruthless person, and you've seen that for yourself." Moore coughed with excitement, but couldn't wait to expose Anthony's true colors to Mavis.

"On the day | was kidnapped, | personally overheard those people outside discussing. They mentioned Anthony by name, addressing him as Mr. Callahan with a highly respectful tone. When they were attacking me, they also mentioned that | had offended someone formidable and shouldn't have had thoughts about things that don't belong to me." "That day you sawoff at the airport and before we parted ways, | hugged you. Anthony must have found out and becjealous. He holds a grudge against me, that's why he acted this way towards me. Mavis, don't let him deceive you!" She shook her head as she explained, "I used to think the sway at first, but based on my understanding of Anthony, if he really did it, he wouldn't deny it to the death. In that regard, he's relatively straightforward. He would admit if he did it and deny if he didn't. Even last night, his expression toldthat he was genuinely wronged. He even used a ballpoint pen to stab himself to prove his innocence to me. He..." "Mavis," Moore interrupted, "he has used his trick on you several times already. Are you still going to fall for it?" Mavis fell into silence.

"I heard the kidnapper's words with my own ears. Don't you believe me? Do you want to believe him instead?" She sighed, "I believe you, but | also feel that there may be hidden motives behind this. Is it possible that you misheard or they intentionally said those things to you about the kidnappers?" Moore would be shocked, "You can cup with such an excuse just to exonerate him?" "What do you wantto do then?" Moore's eyes were filled with melancholy as he stared at her without saying a word.

"Now, NIB is still investigating this case. The truth is yet to be known. Even if Anthony is really guilty, we have to wait for concrete evidence to be established, don't we?" After suffering such a painful injury, Moore's mood remained low. Mavis felt guilty. "I'm sorry for arguing with you earlier. | know bringing up those things again will only make you remember the pain. Please believeand trust NIB. If Anthony really did something unforgivable to you, neither | nor the law will forgive him." Moore turned his head towards the window, but his emotions didn't improve much.

Mavis sighed and got up to leave.

Moore quickly stopped her, "Mavis, don't go. Please don't leave me..." Outside the door.

Anthony had barely slept all night and was wearing hospital clothes as he strolled downstairs with his hands in his pockets.

Moore was staying in a regular single room with poor soundproofing.

Just as Anthony was about to knock on the door, he heard Moore's voice from inside.

"Mavis, Crana is very unfamiliar to me. My body can't even go back to Bostrain right now. You're all | have left by my side. Please don't abandon me." Then cMavis' voice, "I'm not leaving. | just want to see what kind of breakfast they have at the hospital so that | can bring sback for you." "Mavis..." It was a trembling cry.

Anthony leaned closer and looked through the small window on the door of Moore's room from outside.

From that angle, Mavis and Moore seemed very close, like they were hugging each other tightly.

He slowly withdrew his hand that had been about to knock on the door while clenching it into a fist instead. He was unable to hide his anger despite wearing blue-and-white striped hospital clothes covering him from head-to-toe Mavis... Mavis... Mavis...

He wanted nothing more than silence Moore's throat once-and-for-all who dared cbetween them like this! As a man, when facing adversity, he was crying, complaining, and blaming everything on the world, without feeling embarrassed.

Mavis unexpectedly went along with it.

A nameless fire burned within him as he suddenly remembered how Malcolm acted weak when pursuing Lyra in front of him before.

Did women really like this kind of thing? But Malcolm wasn't too bad. What did Moore think he was? Did he even deserve competing against him over his woman? The more Anthony thought about it, the more annoyed he becuntil finally giving up on knocking at the door altogether. The he turned around abruptly and walked away instead