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.”

told Isaac

high

him some good, as he honed

wants me to free him, doesn’t he? He

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

grinned. “Let’s

for the sake of survival and freedom-but not as a

a point living

I’ll kill

so widely in an angry glare they could pop out right then, and he lunged forward,

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

he was

forward, he kicked at Ian in return, sending him flying through the air and slamming into the foot of a table so violently the chairs on top tipped over, crashing down

curled

supposed to be crazy?” Isaac laughed coolly. “Revealed your true colors, haven’t

him with bloodshot