The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)
Chapter 107 Call me master
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.
look in the past, at this moment his face was handsome but wan miserably. His sickly look made
was a trace of imperceptible vulnerability in his
It was really rare!
delicate and sickly beauty, and
upset Melvin, and a strong sense of
to break free from her hand, and stubbornly turned
like
should and didn't continue to push him too
of his life. It was normal that he didn’t adapt to it
him and
weakened Melvin on the floor alone, giving
to her desk and
of the Angle Group, she also had to deal with the Freeman
the Freeman group was ruined so she had to
had to be
dark outside, and
office was very quiet except for the sound of
of her sore neck. Suddenly, she remembered that it had
What was the trick?
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,
brow knitted tighter,
state ... was not
when it was
Unless ...
wrinkled her brow and reached for Melvin's
man grunted in pain
And he frowned harder.
Back injury?
jacket when
Melvin woke up.
pain, his hands
"What are you doing?"
her hand, but answered with a light
"It's been good."
of both was
these words, there was a long period of
a casual question, concerned about
he did not
it's okay and you've had enough rest. Get up and
put on her bag and
"Where to?"