Don't Try to Escape, My Wife!

Chapter 1220 Dennis' Death

A look of surprise came over Ysabel's face, which angered Fill.

"Do you think that your boyfriend will come to rescue you? No, he won't. If he really loves you, he wouldn't send you to me."

Fill's harsh words shattered Ysabel's hope.

She pursed her lips and glared ferociously at Fill, wishing she could tear him into pieces.

Sensing her anger and sadness, Fill felt pain.

She closely resembled Whitney.

How could he say such harsh words and did such a cruel thing to someone who looked like Whitney?

He raped Ysabel forcibly!

It was ridiculous!

This was once the thing he disdained the most, but now he did it. He raped a woman who looked like Whitney. It made him feel like he raped Whitney.

Fill felt so annoyed that he slammed the door and walked out.

After he left, Ysabel breathed a sigh of relief.

Her shoulders drooped. She felt pain all over her body, especially her vaginal orifice.

'This damn man!

He took my virginity!

I will kill him!

I promise!'

Ysabel swore to herself inwardly.

Fill quickly went outside and his subordinate handed him the phone.

He didn't answer the phone right away. Instead, he took the phone back into the study. Then, he said coldly, "Are you jealous as your beloved woman slept with me?"

The man on the other side of the phone gulped.

"What are you talking about? She won't sleep with you. She loves me!"

"So what? I forced her to sleep with me. She looks so much like Whitney. I won't give her back to you intact. Isn't that why you sent her to me?"

Fill didn't care that others knew what he was thinking.

Everyone knew how he felt about Whitney. A brief investigation would tell. The man had gone to great lengths to find a substitute for him.

Fill sneered. His face was entirely devoid of expression. He was like a ghost in hell that had long since lost human emotions.

The man was silent for a while. Perhaps he was trying to suppress his emotions, or perhaps he was thinking about how to talk to someone like Fill.

"Are you trying to seduce me with a woman? Or are you trying to recruit me?"

the man

really very

tell you that Ysabel and Whitney are related

man's words made

face was natural. He once wondered how there were two people who looked so alike.

anything. He

for the man

nervousness and interest now, then he

also waiting for Fill to speak. After all, everyone knew

He turned himself into a saber that killed people. He was emotionless and untiring. Everyone

Whitney, so he would care about people who were

was lost

the

and whoever

Fill

the man

she is Whitney's younger sister, she is not Whitney. If you brought Whitney back to life, perhaps I would join you. For Whitney's sake, I abjured my

was rendered

him to bring Whitney back

it

ago and had turned into ashes. How could he bring her back to

this as well. He sneered and continued, "Just give up. Although I don't know who you are or what you want by sending Ysabel here, I

saying that, Fill hung

spread all

felt a

'Ysabel is Whitney's family?

years ago, I didn't stay with Whitney when she needed me, and I couldn't even keep her complete corpse. Nine

a scumbag,

Yes, I am.

am a

protect the

I raped another

of living like

year, the slaughter had made Fill cold-blooded, and he even felt that

no longer the same man

felt as if he had also died. Right now, he was only a tool, a tool to repay Samuel's kindness by removing obstacles for him and doing what he could not

tool

heartbroken? Why did he feel devastated?

certainly deserved to

no grievances or enmity with her, but she came to kill

Ysabel couldn't kill Fill, but she tried to kill him for her fiancé, so he felt that Ysabel was

only imprisoned her.

But Ysabel wanted more.

injured five of

side by side

but only imprisoned her, they were seriously

to have sex with him, which was the lightest punishment for her. Otherwise, how would

had done the right

nor could he be

to kill Ysabel, throw her outside, and show those people

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