Drama Novel
Chapter 241
Chapter 241
Chapter 241 Does It Smell Good
Josiah was for real.
A winding trail of blood suddenly appeared on the drunkard’s neck.
Remi, hiding in the corner, turned pale with fright. “My God! There’s blood!”
Lysanne and a few waiters quickly rushed over.
“Josiah, calm down. Someone could get hurt!”
The waiters were also scared out of their wits. The men desperately tried to rescue the drunkard from Josiah’s grasp, while the girls had already run out
“Murder! Murder!” The drunkard woke up at this time, screaming in pain while struggling.
Lysanne tried to unclench Josiah’s fist, but he forcefully shook her off. “Get lost!”
“Josiah…” Lysanne fell to the ground. “Josiah!”
Josiah seemed to have gone mad. He casually threw the broken wine bottle to one side, grabbed the drunkard by the collar, and hoisted him up from the air, dragging him toward the
window.
The drunkard could no longer struggle. He could only keep begging Josiah, “Please, I was wrong. Please,
stop. Ahh!”
The window was pushed open, and the drunkard was forced to lean out of the window.
Outside was a lake.
Although not very deep, the water had already become bone– chillingly cold. Falling in wouldn’t kill him, but he couldn’t escape the torment of being alive.
Josiah’s hand loosened slightly, and the drunkard slid down half a meter, his hair almost touching the water surface. His hands were swinging wildly in the air as if trying to grasp something.
Seeing his head already submerged in water, the drunkard got so scared that his nose started to run and his eyes filled with tears. “Spare me, please!”
At this moment, Josiah finally regained a bit of composure. He held him by the collar with one hand, occasionally loosening his grip. The drunkard’s face
He seemed to have timed it perfectly.
Just a second before the drunkard suffocated, Josiah would lift him again.
The drunkard coughed violently, his face so wet that it was impossible to distinguish between the water and his tears.
Chapter 241 Does It Smell Good
“I’m asking you, does it smell good?”
The drunkard shuddered in fright and nodded hastily. “Y–Yes, it does.”
Josiah sneered, “The lake water smells good, does it? Then why don’t you go back down and taste some more?”
“No! It doesn’t smell good. It doesn’t smell good at all. It stinks. Please, pull me up first. I’ll make it up to you if I’ve offended you. Please! Mm-”
A ring of bubbles floated up on the surface of the water again.
It was much less than the last time.
When the drunkard was dragged out again, he was already unable to utter a word, his face was flushed red, and he was having some difficulty breathin
Lysanne got up from the ground, ran over, and tugged on Josiah’s sleeve. “Josiah, don’t do this. This is a restaurant, and there are many witnesses. If so
Josiah gave her a cold glance. “It’s not like I didn’t take responsibility when your cousin ran someone over.” Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!
“L…” Lysanne was at a loss for words. “I’m doing this for your own good.”
“If it’s for my own good, then tell your parents that we’ve long been over and take them back to the nursing home. Don’t show up in front of me again.”
“Josiah…”
“Get out.”
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