The Runaway Groom

Chapter 997

Stan pretended to be absolutely afraid. "Okay, I won't move. Please don't hurt me."

Hector pulled off his face mask then.

"Piece of sh*t," he snapped at Stan in disdain, before walking up to Isaac's bed, watching him as he said, "Your lackeys are just so incompetent."

Isaac did not answer as he calmly opened his eyes.

His vision was still dark, but he could imagine how savage and smug Hector’s face would look right then.

"How lucky can you get, surviving a plane crash?" Hector said as he pulled a chair over to sit beside Isaac's bed. "I wonder how you're going to escape now, what with your blindness and an incompetent subordinate."

Isaac remained nonchalant. "Do you think you can stop me if I want to leave?"

and licked his parched lips. "I've lost my life's work because of you! I'll take you down with

him as if he had

been biding his time, waiting for

Isaac gave him that

"Business is war. You lack

on Stan,

I have you! You've got some balls, yapping at me!"

ready to slap Stan in the face... only for someone to catch his hand, just as his fellow lackey

once reacted even as Hector felt the barrel of a gun pressing on his skull, and he listened as everything unfolded with apathy-as he had from the

such a fool, Hector," he said. "Did you think I'd let you hurt

to give everyone else the impression he had no one else with him. At the same time, he had arranged for

you really think I'd make it that easy," he continued evenly, but it

that Hector realized he had fallen for a

long would he be able to