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 want to bully

his eyes slightly, there was a trace of imperceptible vulnerability in

It was really rare!

and sickly beauty, and smiled in satisfaction, "Good boy, call

mocking words upset Melvin, and a strong sense of

strength to break free from her hand, and stubbornly turned his

looked like

it should and

his life. It was normal that he didn’t

him and

the floor alone,

returned to her desk and

she also had to deal with the Freeman

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

she had to be busy every

getting dark outside, and

was very quiet except for the sound of her tapping on the

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

What was the trick?

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

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

brow knitted tighter, without the slightest

... was not

although the reaction was strong when it was

Unless ...

reached for Melvin's blazer, unintentionally touching his

man grunted in

And he frowned harder.

Back injury?

at his jacket when a pair of broad hands

Melvin woke up.

the dizzying pain, his hands reacted almost

"What are you doing?"

but answered with

"It's been good."

tone of both was

was a

just asking a casual

not

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

back. She put on her bag and pushed

"Where to?"