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.

past, at this moment his face was handsome but wan miserably. His sickly look made one

was a trace of

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 of

strength to break free from her hand, and stubbornly

like an angry

it should and didn't

the first half of his life. It was

had to teach him and she

on the floor alone, giving him time to adjust to the

returned to her

Group, she also had

scourge, almost half of the Freeman group was ruined so she had to

estimated that she had to be

and Lyra was busy until 8

very quiet except for the sound of her

Suddenly, she remembered that it had been more than an

What was the trick?

The man was lying on the floor. His long legs slightly curved, and his eyes tightly closed. His eyebrows knitted together,

and called out to him twice, "Melvin, stop pretending and

knitted tighter, without the slightest

state ... was not

was strong when it was first injected, only hurt for half

Unless ...

for

man grunted

And he frowned harder.

Back injury?

to continue picking at his jacket when a pair of broad hands snapped around her

Melvin woke up.

his hands reacted

"What are you doing?"

with a light

"It's been good."

tone of both was

there was

casual question,

he did not appreciate it, forget

okay and you've had

on her bag and pushed the door

"Where to?"