The Runaway Groom

The Runaway Groom Chapter 950

At the same time, Isaac continued, “You will only ever lose to me, Ian Jefferson! Don’t think pretending to be insane will get you past me.”

Pausing, he then added with dripping contempt, “Do you know why you’ve lost? Because you’re a fucking idiot!”

Ian’s eyes welled with test then, his crazed laughter turning shriller in turn from obvious restraint.

Isaac simply leaned forward and kept trampling over his dignity. “Look at you, can’t even protect your own woman and have her suffer with you.

Could you even call yourself a man? Even tramps can beat you now.”

“Hehe, you want a bite too?” Ian held the rope at Isaac’s face, true to the fashion of a nutcase.

Isaac narrowed his eyes. “I don’t think you’re crazy.”

Ian guffawed. “You’re crazy. You’re crazy.”

the long run,” James told Isaac quietly then. “We need

deeply then, and thought that Ian really had a high tolerance that he would

locked up did him some good, as he honed

old man wants me to free him, doesn’t he? He

eyes darted between them in uncertainty, but quickly caught Isaac’s intention and said, “Of course, sir. Locking him up will be a waste of human resource and money, so we should just cripple his limbs and cut off his tongue instead. He can’t do a thing if he can’t speak or write, and we won’t have to worry about our backs leaving what’s left of him

Isaac grinned. “Let’s go with

endure for the sake of survival and freedom-but

even a point living

I’ll

pop out right then, and he lunged forward,

knew that he was faking it all along, and was just saying

also meant he was prepared

slamming into

then, he curled into a ball

you supposed to be crazy?” Isaac laughed coolly. “Revealed your true colors,

bloodshot eyes and inconsolable hatred.