Chapter 894 Why Do You Never Learn Your Lesson?
"Isn't your goal me? Now that I'm here, why are you still holding onto unrelated people?" Francis struggled.
He should have guessed it long ago. Who else but the demon Guadalupe would be crazy enough to go after a child like Ryan?
No, maybe he had already guessed it. Francis still held onto a sliver of hope, thinking that Guadalupe might have a shred of conscience left. But it turned out, he had overestimated this demon!
He was not even human, so what conscience could he have?
Guadalupe saw the mockery in his eyes and landed two heavy punches. "I've been too lenient with you, that's why you keep challenging me again and again!"
"Want to see Ryan? Fine! Bring him up!" Guadalupe threw him to the ground, watching the blood seeping from Francis's mouth, his eyes darkening.
He tore open his collar with one hand, the hair at his temple falling down, adding a wild touch to his stern face. His tongue swept over his molars as he coldly said, "Remember, all the misfortunes of those around you are because of you! If you want to blame someone, blame yourself first!"
Francis didn't speak, breathing heavily, head lowered, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
It didn't take long for someone to drag Ryan out.
Ryan, a small bundle, was casually thrown to the ground.
"Ryan!" Francis's pupils dilated, looking at the unconscious Ryan, struggling to crawl over but unable to move an inch for a long time.
He lifted his head, eyes full of hatred, "What did you do to him?"
"What could I do?" Guadalupe sneered, "He's not as tough as you, just fainted."
Francis's eyes burned with anger, recklessly lunging at him, "You can even harm a child, you bastard!"
"Guadalupe, you will die a horrible death!"
"If I had known it would come to this, I would rather have died than be saved by you!"
Guadalupe's eyes didn't even flicker. His tall, imposing figure exuded coldness, and hearing these words, his heart churned like a volcano.
He watched him lunge and kicked Francis away hard!
Feeling unsatisfied, he kicked him again.
Hearing Francis's muffled groan, his expression grew more frenzied.
He squatted down, brushing the dust off Francis's suit bit by bit, "Francis, why can't you ever learn your lesson? I was willing to indulge you, so you were the high and mighty Mr. Valencia. But now that I'm not willing, you're nothing!"
"Ryan too."
"If I'm willing to let him go, then he's just scared unconscious."
"But if I'm unhappy, he could face another fate, understand? Hmm?"
As Guadalupe spoke, his shiny leather shoe ground over Francis's hand.
His words carried a chilling coldness from hell, seeping from the eardrums into the bloodstream, spreading a coldness all over.
Francis watched, extreme forbearance making his face flush, the muscles in his neck and jaw twitching as if they would break through the skin at any moment.
He knew, Guadalupe was telling him in this way,
He could never escape Guadalupe's control!
"You..." Francis struggled to make a sound from his throat, his voice already hoarse, "Let Ryan go. I'll go with you, do whatever you want."
No matter what, Ryan shouldn't be controlled by Guadalupe. Ryan deserved a normal life! Ryan must not repeat his fate!
Guadalupe looked at the loving expression in his eyes, full of mockery. "Do you think you have the right to negotiate with me?"
"Since you're tired of this free life, then obediently roll back into the cage for the rest of your life! Someone! Take him away!"
"No, let him go! Guadalupe! Let me go!" Francis's heart filled with boundless despair, yet he was helpless, only able to watch as two bodyguards took Ryan away, and he was also dragged up by Guadalupe.
He looked at him, eyes full of hatred.
Such a gaze made Guadalupe feel irritated, he raised his hand and slapped him, turning his face to the side so he couldn't see it. "If you look at me like that again, next time, this slap will land on Ryan!"
Francis spat out a mouthful of blood, looking utterly disheveled.
He knew saying anything was useless, every word would only anger Guadalupe, so he said nothing, letting Guadalupe drag him.
As expected, the two cars parked at the door were both Guadalupe's.
Four bodyguards took Ryan into the front car, while Francis and Guadalupe sat in the back car, with only a driver accompanying them.
Francis closed his eyes as soon as he got in, not wanting to look at Guadalupe beside him.
Guadalupe didn't mind, after all, Francis was completely in his hands now. From this moment on, every second, Francis would never escape from his side!
Time passed by, and the two black cars drove on the deserted road, raising layers of yellow sand.
The car was very quiet, the oppressive presence of Guadalupe beside him was suffocating, even without looking in that direction.
Maybe, Guadalupe was right.
If anyone around him suffered misfortune, it was because of him!
Now it was Ryan, next could be Antonio's family.
No one could predict if this demon Guadalupe would suddenly go mad and harm any one of them.
Francis opened his eyes, looking out the window, and a crazy idea suddenly popped into his mind.
Why not end it all now? He didn't want to be controlled by this demon Guadalupe anymore! Even if it meant death!
He was really tired.
During this time, he had already familiarized himself with the nearby terrain, and not far from here was a cliff.
Francis calmed his breathing, trying to keep himself composed, at least not letting Guadalupe beside him notice anything unusual before then!
About ten minutes later, he coldly said, "Stop the car."
Guadalupe, who was resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes and glanced at him, "What? You still want to run?"
"Do you think I can run now?" Francis gave him a cold look, "Stop the car! I need to use the restroom."
Guadalupe gritted his teeth, laughing angrily at his attitude, "Hmm, you're right, if you dare to run, I'll break your spine."
"Stop the car."
The driver, obviously only listening to Guadalupe, pulled over.
Guadalupe personally got out, opened the car door, and lifted Francis out, placing him in a wheelchair, his deep voice asking, "Need my help?"
'Guadalupe, you pervert!' Francis cursed in his head.
The veins on Francis's hand bulged, suppressing his overwhelming emotions, "No, I'll go myself!"
The driver also got out, waiting respectfully on the side.
But none of them noticed, this place was not the desert they had seen before, but a real cliff, at least a few hundred feet deep.
Francis maneuvered the wheelchair closer, the wind messing up his hair, a look of determination gradually appearing on his handsome face.
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