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.

but say unhappily, “Jose, it seems you really 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

teeth and demanded, “What

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

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

pile of boxes by the wall. Flames quickly engulfed the old

and could have escaped, but he

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

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

fire coldly, her lips pursed, waiting for Josiah

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

burning of the machine oil was rapid, and the smoke

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

his chance

couldn’t understand

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

you are really not

at her coldly. “Tiffany, stop while you still can.

Lyse, I am

to burn the place down

back at

the flames, Josiah rushed to free

Lanister, everything’s taken care of.”

had already once put into practice the method of destroying bodies and erasing traces in the