After Divorce I Am A Billionaire by Vivian

Melvin gave a sarcastic laugh.

This was a so-called right to choose. In fact, there was no choice.

Because of the long hours of standing, the wound on his waist opened up and blood gurgled out of it, making him dizzy with pain.

The innermost white shirt was stained and stuck uncomfortably to the wound.

Luckily, with the black blazer covering it, Lyra didn't even notice.

He compressed his thin lips and tried to smooth out his breathing so that no one could see the difference.

Okay, it was only one year. He can afford it!

He picked up the syringe, pulled his shirt sleeves up, aimed it at his arm, and injected it in hard as if he was venting.

Lyra watched without saying a word and frowned when she saw him pushing very hard as if he was abusing himself.

She heard that this would be very painful when injected, and she would like to see how long he can be proud.

But in a few seconds, the drug directly went into his arm.

Snap --

It was the sound of a syringe falling to the floor.

Melvin pressed his lips, biting his lower lip which caused a row of blood marks. A strong sense of pain rushed into the whole body. His forehead soon oozed with cold sweat.

There was no part of his body that did not hurt, plus there was already a back injury. The fatal pain lasted for nearly two minutes before it slowly abated.

However, this was followed by a sense of powerlessness.

He was so powerless that he couldn't even stand, falling to the ground as soft as a leaf in the wind.

There was also a momentary buzzing in the ears when his eyes closed.

As soon as the buzzing sensation ended, the woman's clear and nice voice drilled into his ears.

"When this medicine is first injected, the reaction will be stronger, so you should be more careful."

Melvin lowered his head feebly, and his thin, bleached lips pursed.

When he closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he was suffering from some great pain.

It was hard to ease up a bit. He heard a sound of high heels, from far and near.

Lyra looked at him twice in a condescending manner, then knelt down and forced his chin up to let her observe him carefully.

his face was handsome but wan miserably. His sickly look made

there was a trace of imperceptible vulnerability

It was really rare!

admired the look of his delicate and sickly beauty, and smiled in satisfaction, "Good boy, call me

words upset Melvin, and a strong sense

break free from her hand, and

like an angry

should and

had been proud in the first half of his life. It was normal that he

him

weakened Melvin on the floor alone, giving him

to her desk

to the chores of the Angle Group, she also had to deal with the Freeman group, which

almost half of the Freeman group was ruined so

was estimated that she had to

dark outside, and Lyra was busy until

except for the sound of her

neck. Suddenly, she remembered that

What was the trick?

on the floor. His long legs slightly curved, and his eyes tightly closed. His eyebrows knitted together, which seemed to sleep with a great deal of

to him twice, "Melvin, stop

man's brow knitted tighter, without

state ... was not

drug, although the reaction was strong when it was first injected, only

Unless ...

brow and reached for Melvin's blazer, unintentionally touching

man grunted in

And he frowned harder.

Back injury?

to continue picking at his jacket when

Melvin woke up.

his hands reacted almost

"What are you doing?"

answered with

"It's been good."

of both

words, there was a long

casual question, concerned about her

he did not

had enough rest. Get up

She put on her bag and

"Where to?"