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."

James told Isaac quietly

thought that Ian really had a high tolerance that he

him some good, as he

man wants me to free him, doesn't he? He can

resource and money, so we should just cripple his limbs and cut off his tongue instead. He can't do a thing

grinned. "Let's

sake

even a point living

I'll kill

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

just saying all that just so

meant he was prepared since

in return, sending him flying through the air and slamming into the foot of a table so violently the chairs on top tipped over, crashing

curled

crazy?" Isaac laughed coolly. "Revealed your

bloodshot eyes