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

“Suffer?”

second the words rolled off the convict’s tongue, raging infernos ignited

both his kidneys just

subordinate, who came

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

powerful enough

he finally had the opportunity to kidnap Brandon. Therefore, it didn’t

had 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, he even

me tell you, I had no intention of taking his life. All I wanted was to live out my days happily with him. Just

Crack!

blow

had grabbed a chair from the side and smashed it on

“Argh!”

scream echoed through the interrogation room, the convict held

guards outside, they pretended

suppressing the disgust within him, walked up to the convict while

“Castrate him!”

“Consider it done.”

more clinical, approached the convict while whipping out a sharp blade in his hand. After kneeling in

blade, he had severed the

up and stomped his

Crunch!

“Arghhh!”