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 standing for a long time, the wound on his waist had 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. When she saw that he seemed to be abusing himself, she frowned.