The Runaway Groom

Chapter 342

There was a small white bottle, a switchblade, and a lighter.

None of them were particularly deadly, but with a little work, it could still inflict damage to the human body.

Quincy therefore had to act calm. “We’re in a police station.”

Stan chuckled. “We know that, so we won’t do anything stupid. That said, I’m quite close with that officer just now, so he’s willing to give us some space.”

Quinc’ys face paled, even as Stan took off his tie and stuffed it into her mouth.

Isaac rose to his feet as well, picking up the switchblade and ejecting the blade-it was not particularly huge, but very sharp.

“I can do it, sir,” Stan said, walking up to him.

Isaac, however, stayed silent as he walked around the table toward Quincy and pressed the blade against Quincy’s face.

He just needed to apply little pressure, and the blade would cut through Quincy’s skin.

Quincy could only whimper, her pupils dilating as her whole body stiffened.

meat on the butcher’s table, and it was even more terrifying than the prospect

death.

easy-one would not know it after

certainly

during my own parents’ funeral.” As Isaac spoke, he slid the switchblade from Quincy’s face to her neck, and she did not move at all-she was

and the blade

since he avoided any

studied her medical books, which described

was a spot one could reach. there, free from blood vessels but rife

Quincy was already sweating buckets as her face turned pale. Her pupils dilated even as she felt death loomed, but her

had been standing aside, appeared worried that Isaac would get butterfingers and slit her throat. Walking up, he

looked up at him, his

trying. “She may be heinous, but she’s not worth getting your hands dirty

plunged the switchblade into Quincy’s shoulder even before

he gave Stan a look.

was whimpering miserably, her facial

could not help shuddering and

Quincy deserved it, he pretended to look sympathetic. Picking up the white bottle, he said, “Oh, poor you. Don’t worry-I’ll