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.

face was handsome but

eyes slightly, there was a trace of imperceptible vulnerability

It was really rare!

the look of his delicate and sickly beauty, and smiled in

mocking words upset Melvin, and a strong

all his strength to break free

like

it should and didn't continue to push him

the first half of his life. It was normal

had to teach him

and left the weakened Melvin on the floor alone,

returned to her

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

group was ruined so she had to completely replace the core

was estimated that she had to be busy

dark outside, and Lyra was busy until

except for the sound

and rubbed the back of her sore neck. Suddenly, she remembered that

What was the trick?

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

was a little unconvinced and called out to him twice, "Melvin, stop pretending

knitted tighter, without

was not quite

it was first injected, only hurt for half

Unless ...

and reached for Melvin's blazer, unintentionally touching his

grunted in

And he frowned harder.

Back injury?

picking at his jacket when a pair of broad

Melvin woke up.

dizzying pain, his hands reacted

"What are you doing?"

withdrew her hand, but answered with a light

"It's been good."

tone of both was

there was a long

was just asking a casual question,

he did not appreciate it,

it's okay and you've had enough rest. Get

back. She put on her

"Where to?"