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.

sharp gaze. I wonder how Lyse is doing in the orphanage. She came from there, so

demanded, “What exactly do

gleeful smile. “Since Lysa nearly drowned once, she must fear water. So, I thought I would give her

as if she wasn’t talking about burning someone alive. She clapped her hands and stepped

reached the warehouse door, she tossed a lighter into a pile of boxes by

door and could have

“You need

in the face of the growing flames, replaced by a desperate urgency to survive

coldly, her lips pursed, waiting

impossible,” she said confidently. “It is human nature. No one

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

dare move without her command. They covered their mouths and noses, puzzled.

up his chance to escape for a

understand

consumed the cluttered items blocking the doorway. Even if

really

while you still can. Don’t

me, Jose. Unlike Lyse, I am

planning to burn the place down entirely. Even

outside, looking back at the raging

to free Lysander from the

everything’s taken care

into practice the method of destroying