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.

nature, you never looked at her with a sharp gaze. I wonder how Lyse is doing in the orphanage. She came from there, so it is like going home. I think your

gritted his teeth and demanded, “What exactly do you

choice,” Tiffany explained with a gleeful smile. “Since Lysa nearly drowned once, she must fear water. So, I

as if 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.

close to the door and could

watched him run toward her, panic in her voice. “You

the growing flames, replaced by a desperate urgency to survive together.

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

can love another more than themselves. That’s impossible,” she said confidently. “It is human nature. No one can

rapid, and the smoke billowing out from the door

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

really going to give up his chance to escape

understand it.

Even if Josiah wanted to turn back now, he couldn’t get

are really not leaving?”

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

don’t want to be with me, Jose. Unlike Lyse, I am not stupid. If

on and began dousing the warehouse entrance with gasoline, planning to burn the place down entirely. Even if the police

outside, looking back at the

the flames, Josiah rushed to free Lysander

Lanister, everything’s taken care of.”

of destroying bodies and erasing traces in