Best Revenge: Being My Ex-Boyfriend’s Aunt novel Chapter 1693

Wesley listened to Titus's light-hearted tone and saw his cold, dark eyes.

He could not help but shudder.

He admitted that he thought he had a hold on Titus. Since Titus only had one son with Sheryl, he must treasure Matthew very much. However, Wesley had underestimated this man's ruthlessness.

Wesley's lips went pale from the pain, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Like a snake's, agony-filled eyes gradually tinged with viciousness. "If you keep at it, you'll have to collect your son's corpse. I've hidden him in a place where no one can find him." 3

"That's more like it." Titus laughed in a low voice and let him go, unfazed at being threatened. "That's why I hate dealing with hypocritical people. What’s the point? If you've caught him, then just admit it. Why did you have to act?"

Wesley took two steps back miserably as he clutched his broken wrist and breathed heavily. "Titus Costner, apologize to me immediately or I’ll cripple your son and cut off your family's bloodline.”

The first thing he did when he escaped was to threaten Titus again.

Warren said angrily, "If you dare to harm the young master, we'll destroy the Lyons family."

“The Lyons family isn’t as valuable as Young Master Costner." Seeing Warren angry made Wesley feel like h e had recovered his ground and dignity again. As such, he said viciously, "Titus, as long as you break one of your own hands, I'll pretend that today's events never happened..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was kicked by Titus’s long legs once again.

Wesley fell to the ground and spat a mouthful of blood.

Then, Titus walked over and stepped on Wesley’s face. "I gave you an inch, and you immediately took a mile. Did you forget what I said earlier? I don’t care if my son is missing an arm or a leg. I just want him alive. However, people like you should be quite afraid of dying, so you should understand that his life is your only lifeline. Don't threaten me however you like. I hate being threatened."

Wesley could not get up at all. He felt like a sandbag. His face was covered with blood, and his handsome face was trampled flat. He had never been humiliated like this before.