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?”

the table and having struggled for a long time, the convict finally relented with a grimace.

“Suffer?”

off the convict’s tongue, raging infernos ignited in

both his kidneys just to make

l-lt was after another subordinate, who came in

had coveted the former for many years. In fact, he already had his eye on Brandon when the

wasn’t powerful enough to

to kidnap Brandon. Therefore, it didn’t make sense for him to kill

at all. Despite the convict expending significant amounts of effort

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

Crack!

blow

grabbed a chair from the side and

“Argh!”

echoed through the interrogation room, the convict held onto

guards outside, they pretended to hear nothing at

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

“Castrate him!”

“Consider it done.”

a sharp blade in his hand. After kneeling in front

had severed the veins in the convict’s

he stood up and stomped his foot

Crunch!

“Arghhh!”