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.

Lysander, Tiffany couldn’t help 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

his teeth and demanded, “What exactly do you want?”

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

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

the warehouse door, she tossed a lighter into a pile of boxes by the wall. Flames quickly

was close to the door and could have escaped,

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

the face of the growing flames,

pursed, waiting for

another more than themselves. That’s impossible,” she said confidently. “It

the smoke billowing out from

move without her command. They covered

his chance

couldn’t understand it.

the doorway. Even if

really not

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

Jose. Unlike Lyse, I am not stupid. If I can’t have you, I will destroy

began dousing the warehouse entrance with gasoline, planning to burn the

back at the raging fire.

by the flames, Josiah rushed to free Lysander

Lanister, everything’s taken care

the method of destroying bodies and erasing traces