The Runaway Groom

Chapter 650

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

Ian really had a high tolerance

him some good, as he honed

me to free him, doesn't

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 he can't speak or write, and we won't have to worry about our backs leaving what's

put." Isaac grinned. "Let's

endure for the sake of survival and freedom-but

there even a point living like

Jefferson! I'll

bulged so widely in an angry glare they could pop out right then, and

he was faking it all along, and was just saying

he was prepared since

the air and slamming into the foot of a table so violently the chairs on top tipped over,

curled into

laughed coolly. "Revealed your true colors, haven't

at him with bloodshot