Hypnotizing Love
Chapter 1008 Almost killed him

But Jared has been washed away by anger at this moment, only to know that this old thing in his hand, not only killed his mother, but now also his mother's things in exchange for his own illegitimate daughter, he has no way to calm.

So, at the moment, his hand, like an iron pincer, tightly choking Connor's neck, and is gradually increasing the force.

Soon, Connor felt like he couldn't breathe, his face gradually changed from red to purple, tears and snot followed together, his eyes were turning white, even the veins in his temples, all bulged out, as if in the next second, they were going to explode in unison.

All in all, at this moment Connor feel overwhelmed, can not breathe, all body strength are gradually dissipated, so that the action of breaking Jared's hand, also from the beginning of panic and eagerness, to the power is not able to slow down.

Connor knew that Jared, the guy, was motivated to kill himself.

He can even feel now that death is getting closer and closer to him.

No, no way.

He can't die!

He still has his heart's desire unfulfilled.

He absolutely cannot die!

The thought, Connor suddenly inspired by the will to live again, originally had no strength of the hand, this moment and suddenly emerged with some strength, violent struggle to slap Jared's hand, the feet also in the stirring.

But this is still just useless for Jared.

Connor's struggle, in Jared's eyes, is always a mole in the last resistance, and this resistance, but can not cause him any harm, but only more anger him.

No, Jared once again closed his fingers.

Connor looked even harder and in more pain, and even his vision began to blur.

He could even feel the bones in his neck, as if they were going to be broken by Jared, and could hear the sound of the bone joints snapping.

Is he, indeed, going to die here?

No, he is not willing to do it!

However, no matter how much Connor does not want to die at the moment, how unwilling he is, he also does not have the strength to do resistance and struggle. Just now, it was already his last resistance.

Just like that, Connor struggled to break Jared's hand and suddenly let go of Jared's hand and fell down.

And Jared, still not meaning to let him go, continued to exert force with a cold and ruthless face.

At this moment, there is only one voice in his head, and that is to strangle this person.

As long as this person is strangled, the parents' revenge will be avenged, and the grandmother's long-cherished wish can be realized.

The more you think about it, the more scarlet Jared's eyes get, and the harder his hands get.

And Connor, also under his force, the eyelids began to droop down, the head also began to tilt to the side, a look of imminent death.

Seeing this, Ben knew he couldn't go on like this, and hurriedly put his hand on Jared's wrist and exclaimed, "Mr. Farrell, stop it, Connor is dying! I know how you feel, but now we can't just kill him like this, don' forget that His Lordship's merit ah, not worth to offset the consequences of killing this man."

Hearing these words, Jared pupils slightly trembled, originally cold and heartless look, this moment also has a little more temperature.

That's the temperature that comes when you hear that grandfather sound in Ben's mouth.

With this temperature, Jared's reason, but also gradually back to the cage, looking at the about to be choked to death Connor, fiercely closed his eyes, and then all the heart of the killing intention suppressed, five fingers a, Connor's neck loosened.

Connor's entire body snapped and fell to the ground, both eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling, hands covering his neck in severe pain, mouth wide open, gulping greedily for air.

This is the first time that he has been so close to death.

So, death is such a terrible thing?

The thought of just being almost choked to death by Jared, Connor's face turned pale beyond recognition, and the panic in his eyes, also uncontrollably surfaced.

"Whew," Ben breathed a huge sigh of relief when he saw that Jared had listened to his words and let Connor go, then fished a handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to Jared, "Mr. Farrell, wipe your hands."

Jared gave Ben a look and brought the handkerchief over, then wiped his hands while lifting one foot and stepping on Connor's chest, grinding it hard, "Connor, I really want to know, did you ever love my mother or not?"

Connor held back the sharp pain in his neck and chest and slowly rolled his eyes to meet Jared's cold, condescending eyes, his voice weak and hoarse, "Of course I love her."

"Do you think I believe that?" Jared snickered, "If you loved her, you wouldn't have kept everyone in the dark while you were dating her and not given her a straight identity, if you loved her, you wouldn't have watched her get married and not stepped in to stop it or even fight for it, if you loved her, you wouldn't have contacted her even after her marriage and made that ridiculous agreement to hang on to If you loved her, you would not have made an illegitimate daughter, and take her things in exchange for their own illegitimate daughter, so Connor, what you do, what qualification to say love her, your actions, which point represents love? You are just teasing her, playing with her, humiliating her!"

The words fell, his anger once again on the head, raised his foot and then stomped with a fierce foot.

There was a click.

The crisp sound of breaking bones rang out, and was accompanied by Connor's miserable cry of misery. Ben heard a tear and sucked in a breath of cold air.

Mr. Farrell's kick must have broken Connor's ribs, at least two of them.

He looked at Connor's pain-filled expression and the bulging out of his eyes, and his mouth tsked twice.

However, he has no sympathy for Connor.

Connor deserved it purely for being like this.

Jared moved his foot away, let Connor go, took a step back, and Connor pulled away, looking at the pain on the ground rolling Connor, thin lips slightly moved, cold merciless voice, once again sounded, "You remember, everything you do, not this foot can be offset, only your life can, go."

With those words, Jared greeted Ben, turned around and ignored Connor, who was on the floor like a dead dog, and headed for the suite door.

Ben did give Connor a look, but a spiteful one, before this lifted his foot to follow.

But after following a step, Connor grabbed his ankle.

Ben was forced to stop, looked down at the pained Connor on the ground and frowned, "Mr. Stockert, you didn't grab me to get me to call an ambulance for you, did you?"

Connor painful violent kick breath, forehead cold sweat big down, all body is trembling, voice weak and feeble to speak, "I I want you to say to him let him think about it, whether to choose to exchange or not, if not, by then his mother left things, I will dispose of themselves, you do not regret."

"You," Ben's face sank, "how dare you threaten Mr. Farrell now?"

Connor did not answer, but smiled, revealing a mouthful of bloodied teeth and an extraordinarily ominous smile.

Ben goose bumps are up, fixed look at Connor for a moment, raised his foot will ankle from Connor's hand ripped out, and then turned around, fast steps towards Jared to chase.