Chapter 453

Isaac stood loftily as he looked down upon Ian as if he were an ant.

"I told you-you would wish you were dead."

Ian stayed lying sprawled haggardly on the floor, his spite almost consuming himself.

His hands were shaking endlessly and his veins were bulging over the back of his hand!

They were both Jeffersons, and yet he had lost everything including his own dignity, while Isaac remained perched on his lofty branch.

Losing again was already humiliating, but he had to lose so thoroughly too!

Pushing himself up from the floor, his facial features contorted with rage even as he growled, "You're just scared, Isaac Jefferson. You're not manly enough to kill me with your bare hands. Do it if you dare, don't give me a reason to belittle you."

He suddenly dashed toward Isaac in a last-ditch effort to kill him, but was subdued the instant he moved.

"Time for your meds, Ian," the director of the asylum said just then.

Ian struggled violently, but he was too weak to free himself.

he had been brought in, they had

leave his muscles enfeebled and withering, denying

injected, they immediately threw him down on the floor, not

and

was never getting

the feeling of not even being able to die... left him wishing he

reared his head and

life because Irene Spencer is dead! Hahaha... I tried everything, even slipping into Zachary Slate's wedding and having an attendant send her that note. I would've caught her if she fell for it and went upstairs

and it worked perfectly! My

prisoner, I didn't really lose-l killed

name

was the one who sent that note at

certainly been careless-he should have been more

around, he growled, "I don't want to

had someone gag Ian before

or less satisfied, Isaac then left the room with the director in tow, saying, "There will

quickly said. "Blue Hill Mental Asylum would

keep him alive,"

on him, and he will

into his car without another

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