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.

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

demanded, “What exactly

with a gleeful smile. “Since Lysa nearly drowned once, she must fear water. So,

someone alive. She clapped her

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

to the door and could have escaped,

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

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

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

impossible,” she said confidently. “It is human

the smoke billowing out from the door

coughed but did not dare move without her command. They covered

really going to give up his chance to escape

couldn’t understand

Even if Josiah wanted to

you are really not leaving?”

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

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. Even if the police

outside, looking back at the raging

to

taken

already once put into practice the method of destroying