After divorce I am a billionaire

Chad raised his eyes insensibly and found a pair of large, blood-stained, but bony palms clutching his wrist.

It was Melvin who woke up.

Not only that, his strength was also restored because of the injection of 023 antidote.

He slept in the recliner and looked sideways at Chad. His thin and bloodied lips were making a soft smile.

"I'm not so easy to die yet. What's your hurry?" "Boss!" Surprise flashed in Chad's eyes, then he continued to cry, "You scared the shit out of me! | thought you'd really fucking died!" Brad was young and had just been terrified.

The two men bawled in front of Melvin without regard to their images. They cried for a while and then began to laugh. While laughing, the tears were still streaming down. Their expressions were very comical.

Melvin gently patted Chad's shoulder and reassured him, "I was just so tired that my heart and pulse only stopped temporarily with the influence of the S404 virus. But | could actually hear everything you said." "You can hear me! But you didn't say anything!" Chad was furious and angrily hammered his arm.

The asshole boss! He cheated! And he caused his image to be tarnished! Melvin's brows furrowed and he grunted in pain.

"I'm sorry. My hands are out of control!" Chad was chagrined and gave his right hand a whack with his left hand.

Melvin sat up with the help of his own hands, "Okay, tellabout this inhibitor." Chad wiped the tears from his face and turned his head to look at Brad.

Brad understood and began to report in earnest, "Doctor Y was shocked to learn that you were mistakenly hit by the S404 virus, but this inhibitor cannot cure the disease. It can only temporarily suppress the virus from continuing to spread so that your body can recover for a short period of time. The effect of the drug will last for a week at most..." A week.

That meant he can stay in Frayton for seven more days at most ...

Chad also said, "Boss, you must go back to receive treatment this time. Doctor Y has started to develop the antidote. You need to go back for blood tests. Don't you want to go on with Miss Carroll after you are cured?" Melvin pursed his lips tightly and fell into silence.

Lyra's phone still had his promise to disappear completely from her world after a year, and it wasn't easy to stay by her side for a long time. He had to give it sthought.

He mulled it over, remembering what Brad said last tabout the plan ..

As he was thinking, he suddenly felt someone was picking his clothes.

He looked back and realized it was Chad.

"What are you doing?" Chad: "Boss, ordinary hospital's prescribed medicine can not cure the injury on your back. Doctor Y took the ointment for S404 burns. You have to letapply this!" That was right.

Melvin didn't refuse, put his fingertips around the buttons and haughtily removed his dark suit, then his shirt, to reveal his lean and perfect body.

There was a palm-sized burn in the middle of the originally well-defined back muscle.

The wound was still bright red and hideous after three days, and the flesh on it had begun to rot, which was miserable.

Chad, who was a ruthless person, could not help but hiss gently when he looked at it.

He sent Brad to the bathroom to bring a basin of hot water and used a towel to first wipe the blood off the wound on Melvin's back. And then he used a tweezers to pick off the rotting flesh from his wound.

Melvins head was covered in cold sweat. His veins were bulging, and his jawline was taut.

Chad was a little distressed and remembered the anesthesia gun they brought, "Boss, why don't | give you a shot of anesthesia? This hurts too much.” "It's okay. | have got the 023 antidote. | can endure it." Chad had no choice but to continue applying.

The floor was covered with blood, and Brad cleaned it up while Chad was applying medicine for his boss.

Then Brad glanced at the gate outside the villa. Sfigures were hurriedly running towards this side.

He stopped moving his hands suspiciously, took a closer look, and his pupils dilated, "Miss Carroll is back with Twelve and Nineteen!" Melvin wrinkled his brows, "She's so fast?" Brad took another look, "She ran back on foot without Anthony." There was no choice but to speed up the application, and Brad quickly cleaned up the scene.

Seeing that Lyra was about to walk through the iron gate outside the garden, Brad was shocked again, "We're screwed! The bodyguards are still lying across the garden. It's impossible to hide ..." Lyra ran all the way back from the bay to the hill. That feeling of panic was getting stronger and stronger.

She hadn't hated Melvin since he saved her life at Crane Bay Bridge last time.

Besides, he didn't owe her anything long ago.

But since she was divorced, it was best to be a stranger with him in the future. She would never remarry, much less return to the Freeman family to suffer again.

But that didn't mean she can really watch Melvin die.

Her heart was in turmoil as she made her way into the garden and soon saw Elevens and others lying over the yard.

Twelve and Nineteen were stunned.

Was there a fucking burglar in the villa? Nineteen went up to check and detected a tiny pinhole in the neck of several people.

"Miss, they were all injected with anesthesia." Lyra's expression grew grim. The person who was able to drug three at once, and also to gather all three people who was hiding in the shadows. The person seemed to be like a familiar one she knew.

"Take the three of them to the living room first, and find a way to wake them up. After they wake up, ask them what happened." After saying that, she quickly entered the villa, went up to the second floor, and pushed open the door of Melvins room.

Melvin was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing only a silk shirt, and was buttoning it up.

When he saw Lyra cin, his dark eyes were slightly startled and he quickly buttoned the last two buttons on his collar, "Why are you back? Didn't you have dinner with Anthony?" Lyra took a breather because she was a little tired after running all the way back here.

After her breath probably calmed down, she walked into the room with her high heels.

She stood still in front of Melvin, narrowed her cold eyes, grabbed his chin and bent slightly closer to him.

Melvin's dark eyes had regained their former glow and he raised his eyes to see hers.

Lyra noticed the change in him and tightened her eyebrows.

After only ten minutes or so, his entire body was suddenly in a much better state.

What did he do in that time? Because of the closeness, Lyra keenly smelled a fishy smell from his body, like blood? And there was a deep red ring inside his pale lips, which was odd enough.

Lyra's nose cclose to his lips and sniffed gently, and there was indeed a smell of blood.

Melvin looked at her face that was close at hand and held his breath. Because of her upturned nose, it was almost next to his lips.

If he took the opportunity to kiss her now ..

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Probably he would have been killed.

He went off into wild flights of fancy as Lyra's face was away from him.

She straightened up, looked at him gently, and asked seriously, "You smell like blood. Have you vomited blood?" It was probing and questioning.

The room was dimly lit and the two looked at each other.

Melvin looked unchanged. His eyes pointed to the trash can next to him, "There was no blood spitting. It was the back that had just been medicated.” Lyra followed his line of sight to the trash can, and there was indeed a bloody bandage that had just been removed.

But with him alone and the injury was in the center of the back, how did he apply the medicine? "That's it?" Melvin nodded obediently, "That's it." Lately he'd been lying so much that Lyra didn't believe him at all.

She released the hand that had held his jaw and quickly undid the metal buckle on his belt to pull it out with one hand.

Melvin's pupils dilated, "Lyra?!"