Chapter 107 Be Good and Call Me Master
Orlando laughed sarcastically.
This so-called right to choose was actually not a choice at all.
Because he had been standini: for a long time, the wound on lois waist liad cracked, and blood was streaming out of the wound, causing him to be dizzy from the pain.
The white shirt in the innermost part was soaked and stuck to the wound. He felt very uncomfortable.
Fortunately, the black suit jacket covered the wound, and Viola didn’t see it.
He bit his thin lips, trying to steady his breathing so that no one could see anything strange.
Just a year, he could afford it.
He picked up the syringe and rolled up his suit and shirt sleeves. Then he aimed at his arm and injected it as if he was venting something
Viola looked at him without saying a word. Whien she saw that he seemed to be abusing himself, she frowned.
He was really arrogant. She heard that the medicine would make people extremely painful when injected. She wanted to see how long he could endure.
In just a few seconds, a tube of medicine that was as long as a pinky finger was used out.
Clack..
Then, the syringe dropped to the ground.
Orlando bit his lips so hard that there was a row of blood marks on his lower lip. A strong pain rushed into his whole body, and he soon broke out in cold sweat.
There was not a single part of his body that did not hurt. In addition, he already had waist injuries. This kind of deadly pain lasted for nearly two minutes before it slowly weakened.
Then, it was followed by a sense of powerlessness that was so deep that it reached the bones.
Orlando was so weak that he couldn’t even stand steadily. He fell to the ground like a leaf in the wind.
When he closed his eyes, his cars buzzed.
Once the buzzing ended, lie heard Viola’s clear and pleasant voice.
“When you inject this inedicine, the reaction will be stronger. Please bear with it.”
Orlando loweped his head weakly, his pale lips pursed.
When he closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he was suffering a great deal of pain.
When he finally felt a little better, he heard the sound of high heels approaching from afar,
Viola looked down at him from above, then she crouched down and lifted his chin to observe him seriously.
He was different from his usual overbearing appearance.
At that inoment, his face was handsome but pale. This weak appearance made people want to bully him.
When he opened his eyes slightly, there was actually a trace of imperceptible Tragility in his eyes, which looked domineering before,
How rare!
Viola admired his look, which seemed an Ill and delicate beauty, and siniled in satisfaction. She said, “Be good. Call me
master.”
The teasing words made Orlando very unhappy, and a strong sense of humiliation surped into his heart.
Heclared at her angrily and used all his strength to break free from her hand. He then stubbornly turned his face
away.
He was like a furious tiger.
Viola didn’t continue to force him.
He had been arrogant for the first half of his life, so it was normal that he could not adapt to it for a while.
She had to slow down and teach him. She was patient.
Viola got up and ignored the weak Orlando on the floor. She gave him time to adapt to the medicine alone.
Then, she returned to her desk and started to deal with work
Right then, other than the chores at Angle Group, she still had to deal with the Caffrey Group that she had just taken
over.
Almost half of the Caffrey Group had been harmed by Jaylin, and almost all of the core employees should be changed.
It was estimated that he would be busy every day for the next few days.
The sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window gradually darkened. Viola had been busy with work until eight o’clock in the evening
Apart from the sound of her typing, the office was very quiet.
She turned off the computer and rubbed hier sore neck. She suddenly remembered that it had been more than an hour. Why was there no news from Orlando?
What tricks was he playing?
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