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.

was handsome but wan miserably. His

was a trace of imperceptible vulnerability in his

It was really rare!

and sickly beauty, and smiled in satisfaction,

mocking words upset Melvin, and a strong sense of

his strength to break free from her hand, and stubbornly

looked like an angry

where it should and didn't continue to

his life. It was normal that he

had to teach him

on the floor alone,

returned to her desk and began

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

half of the Freeman group was ruined so she had to completely replace the

estimated that she had to

and

very quiet except for the sound

her sore neck. Suddenly, she remembered that it had been more than an hour

What was the trick?

walked around the desk to check. The man was lying on the floor. His long legs slightly curved, and his eyes tightly closed. His eyebrows knitted together, which seemed

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

brow knitted tighter, without

... was not

although the reaction was strong when it was first

Unless ...

for Melvin's blazer, unintentionally touching

man grunted in

And he frowned harder.

Back injury?

jacket when a pair of broad hands snapped

Melvin woke up.

his hands reacted almost

"What are you doing?"

with a light tone, "Are

"It's been good."

tone of

words, there was a long period

a casual question,

not appreciate it, forget

had enough rest. Get up and

said, without looking back. She put on her bag

"Where to?"