Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Chapter 1952

That night, Ian and Kurt went to the prison to see the convict.

Within the cold and damp confines of the place, the convict was dragged out like a dog and thrown at Ian’s feet. At the sight of the two young men, he was taken aback and wondered who they were.

Despite their youth, one could tell right away that these were not ordinary folk from the distinguished aura both of them exuded.

“Who are you?”

“How did you kill him?” Inside the interrogation room, Ian, who stared at the convict with a deathly gaze, looked as if he was a demon who had crawled out from Hell.

Just the sight of him sent a chill down the convict’s spine.

“How did I kill him? Didn’t I already tell the police everything? Who in the world are you? Why should I repeat it to you?”

No sooner had the convict spoken than Ian raised his gaze slightly.

Without warning, Kurt grabbed the convict out of his chair before covering the latter’s mouth and smashing a fist into his face.

In an instant, the convict’s body convulsed before his face contorted from the excruciating pain. Even then, he could barely make a sound due to his mouth being tightly covered.

All he could do was tremble violently within Kurt’s grip.

It wasn’t until a minute later that Kurt released him, assuming that his pain had passed by then.

Ian repeated, “Let me ask you one more time. How did he die in your hands?”

finally relented with a grimace. “He… He refused to obey me. T-That’s

“Suffer?”

convict’s tongue, raging infernos ignited

extracted both his kidneys just to make

way. I just wanted to torture him in the beginning, l-lt was after another subordinate, who came in with a freshly

day. Initially, there was no plan to harvest Brandon’s kidneys, as the convict had coveted the former for many years. In fact, he already had

he wasn’t powerful enough to

the opportunity to kidnap

not been cooperative or friendly at all. Despite the convict expending significant amounts of effort to bring Brandon in, the celebrity wasn’t grateful. Instead,

me tell you, I had no intention of taking his life. All I wanted was to live out my days happily with him. Just think about it; after longing for him for so many years, why would I destroy him when I

Crack!

time, the blow

side and smashed it on

“Argh!”

the convict held onto his bleeding head as he fell

for the prison guards outside, they

walked up to the convict while exuding a murderous

“Castrate him!”

“Consider it done.”

more clinical, approached the convict while whipping out a sharp blade in his hand. After kneeling in front of the latter, he unleashed a slash which caused a harrowing cry to burst forth from his

blade, he had severed the

up

Crunch!

“Arghhh!”