Chapter 887

Lionel raised his eyebrow, and anger filled his eyes. "Great. He's not going to survive the night." That was how Lionel was. It didn't matter that Rochelle was just his plaything. He'd instinctively thought she belonged to him as long as he was having fun with her, and that feeling extended to the ladies he previously toyed with. Lionel's mindset was similar to a dog's. As far as he was concerned, all the spots he pissed at were his territory. "If you get over here and meet your doom, I might give you a swift death." Lionel wagged his finger at Perseus, and a menacing grin crept up his face. He rolled up his sleeves slowly. "What are you waiting for, ex-convict? It's time for you to die!" Rochelle yelled. She couldn't have concealed the triumph in her face if she wanted to. All of a sudden, she felt cathartic. What a wonderful feeling. It felt as good as it did when Perseus hurt Gilbert on her behalf and ended up behind bars. "Who is Oliver Flint to you?" However, Perseus rema