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 is doing in the orphanage. She came from there, so it is like going home. I

and demanded, “What exactly do you

be anxious. I just want you to make a choice,” Tiffany explained with a gleeful smile. “Since Lysa nearly drowned once, she must fear water. So, I thought I would

about burning someone alive. She clapped her hands and

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

was close to the door and could have escaped, but he did not.

run toward her, panic in her voice. “You need to go! It is pointless

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

her lips pursed, waiting

she said

oil was rapid, and the smoke billowing out from the door was already quite

behind Tiffany coughed but did not dare move without her command. They covered their mouths and noses,

going to give up his chance to escape for

understand it.

cluttered items blocking the doorway. Even if Josiah wanted to turn back

are really not leaving?”

still can. Don’t make a mess that no one can

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

the place down entirely. Even if the police

outside, looking back at the raging

the flames, Josiah rushed to free Lysander from

taken care

once put into practice the method of destroying bodies and