Boss, Your Wife's Asking For A Divorce, Again novel Chapter 1008

Chapter 1008

At this moment, however, Toby had let rage overcome his reason. All he knew was that not only had the old man in his hand caused the death of his mother, but he was now offering to trade the stuff she had left behind for the life of his illegitimate daughter. There was no way he could keep calm, so he grasped Connor's throat in a vice-like grip that he gradually tightened.

Soon after that, Connor felt that he couldn't breathe; his face turned from crimson to purple and was streaming with tears and snot. His eyes rolled up uncontrollably, and all the veins in his temples protruded as if they would burst simultaneously in the next second. In short, he felt terrible at this very moment. He couldn't breathe, and his strength was gradually melting away. At first, he had been struggling desperately to prise Toby's hand in a panic, but he slowed down as his strength melted.

He knew that Toby was in the mood to kill and wanted to take his life. He could even feel his death approaching at this very moment. No, no way! I can't die! I mustn't die now that my wishes haven't been fulfilled! At the thought of this, he suddenly had a will to survive. At this moment, some strength returned to his originally powerless hands. Struggling vigorously, he began slapping Toby's hand while flailing his legs continuously.

However, these were merely hopeless efforts for Toby. To him, Connor's struggles were just the last-ditch struggle of a nobody, which would only enrage him even further without doing him any harm. Consequently, he tightened his grasp on Connor's throat once again.

Connor looked even more ghastly and pained. His vision began to blur, and he felt like Toby was about to break his neck; he could even hear the sound of his bones breaking. Am I really gonna die here? No, I can't accept this! Still, however unwilling he was to die at this moment, he no longer had the strength to struggle or fight back. What he had done just now was already his last struggle.

As such, instead of struggling to prise Toby's hand, he suddenly let go of it and let his hands fall to his sides.

Still, Toby had no intention of letting Connor off. With a cruel expression, he continued to tighten his grip. At this moment, there was only a voice in his mind telling him to choke the latter to death. As long as he did so, the deaths of his parents would be avenged, and his grandmother's longtime wish would come true. The more he thought about this, the more bloodshot his eyes became, and his grip tightened more and more.

As he continued to tighten his grip, Connor's eyelids began to droop, and his head began to tilt to the side as if he was about to die.

Upon seeing this, Tom knew that the situation had to stop. Hurriedly, he put his hand on Toby's wrist and said loudly, "Stop it. President Fuller! Connor is dying! I know how you feel, but we can't kill him like this right now. Don't forget about the late Old Master Fuller's meritorious exploits! It's not worth it to use them to cancel out the consequences of killing this guy."

When Toby heard this, his pupils shrank slightly for an instant. At this moment, his originally stony face showed a hint of warmth, which only appeared when he heard Tom mention his grandfather. Thanks to the bit of warmth, he gradually returned to his senses. Seeing how he had almost choked Connor to death, he closed his eyes hard, suppressing all the murderous desires within him. Then, he uncurled his fingers and released his grip on Connor's throat.

Connor fell to the ground with a loud thud. His eyes wide open, he stared fixedly at the ceiling, clutching his terribly painful throat with both hands while greedily gasping for air with his mouth agape. This was his first time being so close to death. So is death such a horrifying thing? Recalling how Toby had nearly choked him to death just now, he instantly turned as white as a sheet with irrepressible terror showing in his eyes.