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.

in, they had

his muscles enfeebled and withering, denying him even the strength to

the present. Once injected, they immediately threw him down on the floor, not afraid that he

he did not have the strength, and there was a tracker

was never

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

he reared his

rest of your life because Irene Spencer is dead! Hahaha... I tried everything, even slipping into Zachary Slate's wedding and

your kid while you're gone, and it worked perfectly! My whole

prisoner, I didn't really lose-l killed

name

one who sent that

have been

he growled, "I don't want to hear his

understood and had someone gag Ian before

with the director in tow, saying, "There will

Mental Asylum would not be still

him alive," Isaac

keeping a constant eye on him, and he will eventually

car without another word and headed to his

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