My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit

Chapter 1008 Almost Killed Him

Yet Julien was furious at this moment. This old guy not only killed his mother but also used his mother's thing to exchange for his illegitimate daughter. Julien couldn't calm down.

So he gripped Dallin's neck harder and harder.

Soon, Dallin felt he could not breathe. His face gradually changed from red to purple, tears and snot flowing out. His eyes were rolling, and the veins on his temples bulged as if they would burst the next second.

In short, Dallin felt terrible, unable to breathe, losing his strength gradually. His struggle to pull Julien's hands slowed down and weakened.

Dallin knew that Julien wanted to kill him.

He could even feel that death was getting closer and closer to him.

Dallin thought, 'No, no.

'I can't die.

'I have a wish to fulfill.

'I must not die!'

Dallin suddenly regained his will to live and strength. He slapped Julien's hands violently and kicked his legs constantly.

But this was useless.

In Julien's eyes, Dallin's struggle was like the last resistance of an ant, which couldn't cause Julien any harm. It only made him angrier.

Julien tightened his grip again.

Dallin's appearance became uglier and more painful, and even his vision began to blur.

He felt like the bones in his neck were about to be broken by Julien. Dallin could hear the sound of his bone joints cracking.

Dallin thought, 'Will I die here?

'No, I don't want to die.'

However, no matter how unwilling Dallin was, he had no more strength to resist.

Just now, it was his last resistance.

Dallin suddenly stopped struggling to pry Julien's hands off him, his hands falling.

And Julien did not let go of him. Julien continued to clutch Dallin's neck with a cold face.

At this point, Julien was eager to strangle Dallin.

Julien wanted to kill Dallin to avenge his parents and realize his grandmother's wish. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

The more he thought about it, the redder Julien's eyes became, and the harder his grip was.

Meanwhile, Dallin's eyes began to droop, his head tilted to the side. He looked dying.

Seeing this, Zach knew things couldn't go on like this. He hurriedly put his hand on Julien's wrist and said loudly, "Mr. Flint, stop. Dallin is dying. I know how you feel, but now we can't just kill him like this. Don't forget your grandpa's merits and reputation. Don't ruin them by killing this man. It's not worth it."

As he heard this, Julien's pupils slightly trembled, no longer as ruthless as before.

Julien loved his grandpa.

Because of this, he came back to his senses. Looking at Dallin, who was about to be strangled by him, Julien closed his eyes and suppressed his desire to kill Dallin. Julien released Dallin's neck.

Dallin fell to the ground with a thud, staring at the ceiling with wide-open eyes. He covered his painful neck with both hands, gasping.

This was the first time that Dallin was so close to death.

He realized death was very scary.

Thinking that he was almost strangled by Julien, Dallin blanched, his eyes full of panic.

"Phew..." Seeing that Julien was convinced to let Dallin go, Zach breathed a sigh of relief. He fished out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Julien. "Mr. Flint, wipe your hands."

Julien glanced at Zach and took the handkerchief over. While wiping his hands, Julien stepped hard on Dallin's chest with one foot. "Dallin, I really want to know if you ever loved my mother."

Dallin endured the severe pain in his neck and chest, slowly met Julien's cold eyes, and said in a weak and hoarse voice, "Of course, I love her."

"Do you think you can fool me?" Julien snorted. "If you had loved her, you wouldn't have hidden your relationship with her from everyone. You wouldn't have watched her get married without trying to stop it. You wouldn't have contacted her after her marriage or made that ridiculous agreement to trick her. You wouldn't have had an illegitimate daughter and exchanged my mom's thing for her. You were just teasing her, toying with her, and humiliating her."

With these words, Julien was filled with anger again. He raised his foot and stomped it on Dallin's chest violently.

The crisp sound of bones cracking rang out, accompanied by Dallin's miserable shriek.

Zach gasped.

Julien must have broken at least two of Dallin's ribs.

Zach tutted as he looked at Dallin's face full of pain and his bulging eyes.

However, Zach did not have any sympathy for Dallin.

Dallin deserved what he got.

Julien moved his foot away from Dallin and took a step back. He stared at Dallin, who was rolling around on the ground in pain. Julien's thin lips moved slightly as he said icily, "Remember, you'll pay your life for what you have done. "

After saying that, Julien gave Zach a look, ignored Dallin, who was on the floor like a dead dog, and turned to walk to the suite door.

Zach shot Dallin a disdainful look and then followed Julien away.

After Zach took one step, his ankle was grabbed by Dallin.

Zach was forced to stop. He looked down at Dallin with a frown, "Mr. Sullivan, you want me to call an ambulance for you?"

Dallin panted and trembled in pain, and his forehead was sweating profusely. He said weakly, "Tell ... tell him to think about it. If he refuses the deal, I will dispose of the thing left by his mom. Don't regret it then."

"You..." Zach scowled. "You still dare to threaten Mr. Flint?"

Dallin didn't answer, but he smiled scarily, revealing his bloody teeth.

Zach got goosebumps. After looking fixedly at Dallin for a moment, he pulled his foot from Dallin's hand, turned around, and chased after Julien.