His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 719 At Least One Of Us Must Survive

When these words were spoken, Lysander seemed to understand something. She looked at Tiffany incredulously.

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Tiffany happened to be looking at her. A malicious glint appeared in her eyes as she asked, “This is truly touching. But words are just words, and I need some proof. Do you know what is most abundant in this warehouse?”

As she spoke, the bodyguards had already brought Lysander to the innermost part of the warehouse and securely bound her to a chair, using chains instead of ropes.

Josiah’s expression hardened, and he instinctively stepped forward. “Let her go!”

Tiffany intercepted him, looking keenly interested. “Jose, you better stay here. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee what I might do. I might accidentally strangle Lysander to death.”

She gestured toward Lysander, her tone disturbingly casual.

Worried that this madwoman might truly harm Lysander, Josiah clenched his fists at his sides, barely restraining his urge to attack. Blood dripped from his fingertips.

Tiffany glanced down and asked curiously, “Doesn’t that hurt?”

Josiah had no interest in wasting words with her. Seeing her attempt to inspect his injuries, he promptly blocked her, his eyes filled with unmistakable disdain.

Time ticked by.

The chains binding Lysander caused her intense pain, and she could barely maintain a seated position on the chair. When the bodyguard finally removed the towel from her mouth, she erupted into a fit of violent coughing.

Josiah cast a pained look in her direction.

Seeing the difference in how he treated her and Lysander, Tiffany couldn’t help but say unhappily, “Jose, it seems you really hate me. n when you realized Lyse’s true nature, you never looked at her with a sharp gaze. I wonder how Lyse is doing in the orphanage. She came from there, so it is like going home. I think your idea was great, so I plan to follow it. I heard Lysa had amnesia after almost drowning as a child?”

Josiah gritted his teeth and demanded, “What exactly do you want?”

“Don’t be anxious. I just want you to make a choice,” Tiffany explained with a gleeful smile. “Since Lysa nearly drowned once, she must fear water. So, I thought I would give her a warming experience with fire.”

tone was light, as if she wasn’t talking about burning someone alive. She clapped

reached the warehouse door, she tossed a lighter into a pile of boxes by the wall. Flames quickly engulfed the old items and machine oil

could have escaped, but he

in her voice. “You

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face of the growing flames, replaced by

lips pursed, waiting for Josiah to give up.

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That’s impossible,” she said confidently. “It is human nature.

machine oil was rapid, and the smoke billowing out

did not dare move without her command. They covered their

his chance to

understand it.

the doorway. Even if Josiah wanted to turn back now,

are really

while you still can. Don’t make a mess that

I am not stupid. If

dousing the warehouse entrance with gasoline, planning to burn the place

back at the raging fire.

rushed to

taken

of destroying bodies

turned away coldly. “Forg

is useless. Let’s go.”

Josiah finally freed Lysander from the

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