Chapter 867

Austin glanced coldly at Sawyer, who lay on the ground like a dead corpse and said in a low voice, "Break one of his legs, then let him go. Let him watch with his own eyes as the Ayre family, the thing he's always been proud of, crumbles before him." Wasn't it that identity as the eldest son of the Ayre family that made him think no one in this world could lay a hand on him? Then, they would destroy that belief completely. Austin crouched down, his eyes dark and cold as he stared at Sawyer. "You're welcome to come for revenge anytime. Of course, if you have even a shred of a brain left, you should know exactly who it was who brought you to this point." He stood up and stepped back. He wanted nothing more than to rip Sawyer to pieces, especially when he thought about how Suzanne was still lying unconscious in the emergency room. That thought made his rage nearly uncontrollable. But letting Sawyer die like this would be too easy. Now, Sawyer had finally learned what real fear was. A