His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 719 At Least One Of Us Must Survive

When these words were spoken, Lysander seemed to understand something. She looked at Tiffany incredulously.

Tiffany happened to be looking at her. A malicious glint appeared in her eyes as she asked, “This is truly touching. But words are just words, and I need some proof. Do you know what is most abundant in this warehouse?”

As she spoke, the bodyguards had already brought Lysander to the innermost part of the warehouse and securely bound her to a chair, using chains instead of ropes.

Josiah’s expression hardened, and he instinctively stepped forward. “Let her go!”

Tiffany intercepted him, looking keenly interested. “Jose, you better stay here. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee what I might do. I might accidentally strangle Lysander to death.”

She gestured toward Lysander, her tone disturbingly casual.

Worried that this madwoman might truly harm Lysander, Josiah clenched his fists at his sides, barely restraining his urge to attack. Blood dripped from his fingertips.

Tiffany glanced down and asked curiously, “Doesn’t that hurt?”

Josiah had no interest in wasting words with her. Seeing her attempt to inspect his injuries, he promptly blocked her, his eyes filled with unmistakable disdain.

Time ticked by.

The chains binding Lysander caused her intense pain, and she could barely maintain a seated position on the chair. When the bodyguard finally removed the towel from her mouth, she erupted into a fit of violent coughing.

Josiah cast a pained look in her direction.

hate me. n when you realized Lyse’s true nature, you never looked at her with a sharp gaze. I wonder how Lyse

teeth and demanded, “What exactly do you want?”

nearly drowned once, she must fear water. So, I thought I would give her a

talking about burning someone alive. She clapped her hands and stepped

lighter into a pile of boxes by the wall. Flames quickly engulfed the old items and machine

door and could have

voice. “You need to go! It is

grudges vanished in the face of the growing flames, replaced by a desperate urgency to survive together.

the fire coldly, her lips pursed, waiting for Josiah to give

one can love another more than themselves. That’s impossible,” she said

the machine oil was rapid, and the smoke billowing out from the door was

dare move without her command. They covered their mouths and

give up his chance to escape for a

couldn’t understand it.

items blocking the doorway. Even if Josiah wanted to turn back now, he

are really not leaving?”

coldly. “Tiffany, stop while you still can. Don’t make a mess that no

be with me, Jose. Unlike Lyse, I am not stupid. If I

dousing the warehouse entrance with gasoline, planning to burn the place down entirely.

back at the raging fire.

to free Lysander from the

taken

already once put into practice the method of destroying