Chapter 411 Don’t Challenge My Bottom Line
I glanced sideways, didn’t respond, just turned my gaze to Ezra sitting on the sofa with a cold face. Obviously, he had no intention of talking
to me.
Pursing my l*ps, I looked at Sebastian, sneering, “A room to rest? Why don’t you plan on tying up my hands and feet and throwing me into a water dungeon?”
“This…” Sebastian obviously stumbled over his words for a moment.
Then he turned his gaze to Ezra, clearly unsure of how to respond to that.
Ezra squinted slightly at me, his thin l*ps curling up coldly. He pursed his l*ps, looking at me, his voice turning icy, “Do you want to stay in the water dungeon?”
Ha!
Hearing this, I took a deep breath, looked at him, and sneered, “What? Now even staying in a water dungeon requires privileges? Or have you come up with other more brutal ways to torture people?”
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Ezra looked at me coldly, his face exceptionally grave, as if the temperature of the surrounding air had dropped a few degrees.
I had long grown accustomed to his gloomy rage. Staring into his dark pupils, I felt neither fear nor retreat.
He looked at me, for a long time, then suddenly raised his hand towards me, his voice low and restrained, “Come here.”
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I pursed my l*ps, not moving.
He squinted, his voice already laced with suppressed anger, “Come here!”
Looking at him, I walked over, not because I was afraid he would get angry, but because I wanted to know what on earth he was trying to do.
Standing before him, the man who was usually half a head taller than me. I had looked up at him for a long time. Now, looking down at him. from a higher position, it was indeed different from usual. However, he was still as detestable as ever.
He tilted his head back, squinting his dark pupils at me. I thought he was going to hit me, or had thought of some inhuman way to torture mé. Unexpectedly, he suddenly grabbed my wrist and pushed me onto the sofa next to him. Then, he stretched out his long leg and laid it on
mine.
Suddenly, I found myself unable to move.
Glaring at him, my brows furrowed tightly, my voice hoarse, “Ezra, what do you want?”
He gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. His voice was hoarse and cold, “Tabatha, how much patience do you think I have for you?”
“Patience?” I laughed, “What? Are you trying to tell me that you won’t indulge me, that I’d better behave myself around you? Is that it?”
Our eyes met, his thin l*ps slightly pursed. Suddenly, a sinister darkness fell over his devilish black eyes. Abruptly, he squinted, and with a swift move, he grabbed my throat, closing in on me. His voice was deep and chilling, “Tabatha, you’re asking for death.”
Meeting his dark pupils, I stared at him, sneering coldly, “Fine, then kill me!”
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Perhaps driven to desperation by me, the hand he originally had around my neck suddenly tightened with force. Abruptly, I found myself unable to breathe, my entire b*dy suffocating. My brain was suddenly deprived of oxygen, causing my whole b*dy to tremble. In those brief few seconds, I could almost clearly sense the murderous intent radiating from him.
“Sir!” Sebastian, who had originally been standing not far away, suddenly stepped forward upon seeing the commotion here, and spoke urgently.
The strength in Ezra’s hand lessened slightly, he looked at him sideways with a cold face, his voice low and icy, “Speak!”
Sebastian glanced at me, who had nearly died, pursed his l*ps, and said to Ezra, “Someone from Deston City has arrived and is waiting. outside. They said they have urgent matters to discuss with you.”
“An emergency?” Ezra raised an eyebrow, his dark eyes filled with a coldness, clearly carrying a hint of warning.
Sebastian was probably afraid of him deep down, so when he heard his words, a hint of fear crossed his face, However, he still nodded at Ezra and said, “Hmm, there seems to be some trouble at Mr. Butcher’s place. You should go there as soon as possible.”
After hearing his words, Ezra pushed me away, sneered at me coldly, and mocked, “Want to die? I’ll grant your wish.” After saying that, he turned to Sebastian and said, “Take her to the asylum.”
Sebastian’s face stiffened, his voice delayed for a few seconds, “Sir, Ms. Conner, she…”
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