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.

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

teeth and demanded, “What

a choice,” Tiffany explained with a gleeful smile. “Since Lysa nearly

she wasn’t talking about burning someone alive. She clapped her hands and stepped back. “How fun.”

she reached the warehouse door, she tossed a lighter into a pile of boxes by the wall. Flames quickly engulfed the old items and machine oil stored there.

door and could have escaped, but he did

her voice. “You need to go! It is pointless now! One of us

growing flames, replaced by a desperate urgency to survive

watched the fire coldly, her lips pursed, waiting for Josiah

themselves. That’s impossible,” she said confidently. “It is human

burning of the machine oil was rapid, and the smoke billowing

not dare move without her command. They covered

to give up his chance to escape

understand

blocking the doorway. Even if Josiah wanted to turn

really not

coldly. “Tiffany, stop while you still can. Don’t make

with me, Jose. Unlike Lyse, I am not stupid. If I can’t have you, I

bodyguards caught on and began dousing the warehouse entrance with gasoline, planning to burn the place down entirely.

stepped outside, looking back

rushed to free

taken care

practice the method of destroying bodies and erasing traces in