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?"

parched lips. "I've lost my life's work

ignored him as if he

his time, waiting for

gave him

just then. "Business is war. You lack what

Stan,

what's going on here?! I have you! You've got some balls, yapping at me!" Hector barked and turned toward his lackey. "Lil'A, straighten him out!

slap Stan in the face... only for someone to catch his hand, just as his fellow lackey and Hector were all subdued by figures that sneaked

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 me

he had no one else

leaving an opening, and you really came because you really think I'd make it that easy," he continued evenly, but

then that Hector realized he had

choice-how long would he be able to hide when he