The Ex-Husband’s Revenge By Dragonsky

Leon was confident that there were no ghosts around, but he could not say for sure about the many rumors that wolves lurked around the area. The woman was wet after being hauled out from the river, and she would not be able to walk far since she was injured. Considering how far away the place was, it was almost certain that no one would go there to rescue her. For a woman whose car keys were thrown into the river and whose cell phone shattered, spending a night there would be more agonizing than death.

Unfortunately for her, Leon had every intention of punishing her for her ungratefulness.

Leon strode away.

“You jerk! Don’t just leave me here!”

The woman tried chasing after Leon, but it was all in vain as he left in a rage. She cursed wildly and felt incredibly dejected, for she did not expect that a dignified young woman like her would suffer such treatment in the hands of an ordinary person.

“B*stard! Once I find out who you are, I sure as hell will make you pay!” the woman, whose name was Iris Young, shouted.

As soon as she said that, Leon decided to ignore her firmly even though he felt a little reluctant to act that way earlier.

When Iris saw Leon disappearing from her sight, she felt like crying but somehow could not shed even a single tear. The heel of her high heels snapped, and she shivered due to the cold wind because her body was still wet. She looked around warily as she sensed the eeriness of her surroundings. Even if there were no wolves around, there was no telling whether they might be any supernatural manifestations since they were in a cemetery.

She hated Leon with every fiber of her body, for she never suffered such mistreatment in all her life as a pampered eldest daughter in her family.

Leon, on the other hand, began to regret what he did within a minute or two after leaving. He was a good person with a good heart, and without that goodness in him, he would not have saved old Elder Manson all those years ago and endured all that torment the Mansons subjected him to for so many years. When he lashed out at the woman earlier, he simply poured out all his resentment toward Marilyn and Helen on the innocent Iris. His brief walk gave him the chance to calm down, especially since there was a gentle wind blowing on him.

He thought to himself, ‘She’s a girl. Doing that to her would be crossing the line on my part. Even if she didn’t encounter any wolves or ghosts, she’d still end up with a bad cold if she stayed out here all night. My conscience will eat away at me for the rest of my life if anything bad happens to her. Scaring her a little is enough. I shouldn’t leave her here the entire night.’

Leon then turned around and went to find her.

As soon as he arrived at the place where he left Iris, she was nowhere to be seen

low for her but found

was not a good

Iris was in trouble, and he soon heard Iris’s faint cry for help. He ran over to the direction of the sound and his anger returned once more. It turned out that the two thugs from before returned, and killing Iris was no longer their sole agenda. Anyone could guess that the men were feeling a little turned on when they returned and saw Iris all wet

over to kick them. He then gazed down and saw that Iris was down to her last pieces of clothing.

Marilyn’s figure when he peeped at her

“Are you alright?”

threw them to Iris so

savior was Leon. Her hand took on a mind of its own and wanted to slap him in the face, but a scene she saw

she warned, but it was already

so failed to block the man. With a kick, the man

to get yourself

man in the black suit stepped on Leon’s chest and raised

clothes and was kicked away by Leon urged, “Marco, the Youngs are powerful, and it won’t be long before they track us both down. We can’t waste

thought somewhat unhappily. After all, they would have ended Iris’s life had the other guy not given in to

not the time to be arguing about who was right, and Marco immediately stabbed Leon’s chest with a

Blood splattered everywhere!

his last dying breath, Leon gritted his teeth, grabbed Marco’s thigh

doesn’t matter if I die. Save yourself!

angry as he was deep down, he remained the honest

going to be that kind of person

bitter smile encompassed a myriad of emotions, including

shocked stiff. She seemed to be able to read Leon’s inner fragility and sadness through his smile, and it was a far cry from the brave and

not escape because she knew that it was a futile