The Runaway Groom

Chapter 342

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.

only whimper, her pupils dilating

and it was even more terrifying than the

all, death was easy-one would not know it

torment certainly left

that pond during my own parents’ funeral.” As Isaac spoke, he slid the switchblade

the blade

bleed much since he avoided any

her medical books, which described

one could reach. there, free from blood vessels but rife with nerves,

already sweating buckets as her face turned pale. Her pupils dilated even as she

had been standing aside, appeared worried that Isaac would get butterfingers and

up at

but

plunged the switchblade into Quincy’s shoulder even before he could

out, he gave Stan a look. “Don’t disappoint

whimpering miserably, her facial features

help shuddering and

look sympathetic. Picking up the white bottle, he said, “Oh,

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