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.

at her with a sharp gaze. I wonder how Lyse is doing in the

gritted his teeth and demanded,

nearly drowned once, she must fear water. So, I thought I would

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

lighter into a pile of boxes by the wall. Flames quickly engulfed the old items and machine

close to the door and could have escaped, but

panic in her voice. “You need to

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

coldly, her lips pursed, waiting for Josiah to give

themselves. That’s impossible,” she said confidently.

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

dare move without her

up his chance to escape for

couldn’t understand it.

the cluttered items blocking the doorway. Even if Josiah wanted to turn back now, he couldn’t get

you are really not leaving?”

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

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

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

back at the raging

rushed to free Lysander from the chains.

Lanister, everything’s taken

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