My Gentle Wife is a Real Divine Being

Kale stood aside, warily eyeing Marion.

“If you’re here to take revenge for Debra, go ahead,” Drake said, sitting down on a nearby sofa, ignoring the pain in his leg.

People like them were used to violence and all kinds of injuries. He didn’t believe Marion would kill him over a woman.

As Marion stepped forward, Kale moved to block him. But a cold look from Marion paralyzed him.

Marion turned to look at Drake and said, “Do you know why I’m not killing you?”

Without missing a beat, he pulled out a syringe from his pocket and inserted the needle into Drake’s arm. Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Boss!” Kale snapped out of his trance, but it was too late.

Marion had already injected the content into Drake’s vein. He tried to stand and attack Marion, but his injured leg gave way, and Marion grabbed him by the collar.

“If it weren’t for our past, I would have killed you already.”

“Should I thank you for injecting me with this drug?”

He didn’t believe Marion cared about their past He knew Marion was doing this because Debra was suffering from drug withdrawal, and without a new supply, she would be in unbearable pain.

“You want to get drugs for Debra to ease her pain, don’t you? Guess what? I won’t give you, “Marion scoffed.

But that was his own wishful thinking. Marion would never let Debra sink into that kind of addiction.

Marion laughed coldly, pushing Drake back onto the sofa. “You should worry about yourself. Your suffering will be no less than hers.”

There were many types of drugs, but the ones developed by the Lowe Group were unique. Not only were they highly pure, but they were also extremely addictive.

Marion’s drugs might not be as potent, but they were enough to get Drake hooked.

Soon enough, Drake felt the effects of the drug coursing through his body.

People in this trade might dabble, but the bosses never touched the stuff. They knew all too well the horrors of addiction.

In just a few years, the drugs could ravage a person’s nervous system, leaving them weak

and prone to madness. Quitting was a long and painful process.

Marion’s move was truly vicious.

As Marion turned to leave, Drake called out, “If you don’t kill me today, you’ll regret it.”

“For someone like you, death is a release. I won’t let you off that easily,” Marion muttered indifferently.

His words hung heavily in the air.

Kale noticed Drake’s pale face. “Boss, your injury can’t wait. I’ll call the doctor right away.”

The effects of the drug had invaded Drake’s body and mind. His vision was blurring, and he was hallucinating.