Chapter 466
The Untouchable Ex-Wife
Forthat reason, Renee had to refrain from appearing too curious. She sat quietly in the passengerâs seat.
Soon, the traffic began to ease as they gradually entered the suburbs. The surroundings gradually got darker. There werenât even street lamps to light the road. It only got creepier by the second.
Unsurprisingly, this was the kind of place where bad people did terrible things.
Renee wasnât afraid, however. With her abilities, she could fight ten more Jovans even if her legs had only just recovered.
âHey⦠Where are you taking me?â Renee was getting a little impatient. She was visibly unhappy.
âBe patient. Weâll be arriving soon.â Jovan said before making a turn onto a small, dark road. There were lush cypress trees on both sides of the road, which stood upright like triangular flags.
Renee rolled down the window and looked around. Why did this place seem a little familiar?
After that, she suddenly recalled that this was the gravesite where she and Stefan had fallen and gotten hurt.
According to rumors, this was an elite gravesite. Those who were buried here were said to be able to have a luxurious lifestyle in the afterlife. However, for the living, being here for too long would run the risk of bumping into unholy things. It was a taboo for most.
Why did Jovan bring her to a creepy place like this in the middle of the night? Her cast had only just been removed. She didnât want to fall again!
âTurn around!â Renee commanded. âI donât like it here. I want you to turn around right now.â
However, Jovan refused to cooperate. He sneered. âIâm behind the wheel now. What if I refuse?â
âIn that case, donât blame me for having to do this!â Renee glared at him coldly before pressing a pocket knife against his neck. âWeâre in the middle of nowhere anyway. There are more ghosts than humans. When push comes to shove, Iâll have no choice but to slit your throat and bury you right where we are!â
Jovan was nowhere near a coward. On the contrary, he appeared excited. His eyes lit up while he stared at Renee. âIn that case, do it. Iâd willingly die in the hands of a beauty!â
âDo you think Iâm incapable?â
âOf course, you are⦠If itâs too hard, Iâll help you!â Jovan exclaimed before suddenly grabbing Reneeâs hand and pulling it into his neck. This instantly left an open wound on his neck, and he started bleeding.
Renee immediately pulled away and yelled angrily, âAre you crazy, Jovan? Kill yourself if you want to, but donât do it while Iâm here. Youâve gone completely mad!â
Her Swiss knife had a sharp blade that could even cut through some steel. It was only several inches in length, but it was highly lethal. This was the first weapon she had ever received from her grandfather.
All these years, she had kept it with her for self-defense. Normally, she wouldnât even have to use it.
There was a saying that once a pocket knife like this was opened, it had to draw blood, or it would become blunt.
Although Jovan was a madman, he fulfilled the criteria for this saying. His blood wasnât drawn in vain.
âItâs getting late. If you wanted to pull a prank on me, youâve succeeded. Unfortunately, I have no intention of playing along any further,â Renee put her pocket knife away. She tried to open the door to get out, but she realized Jovan had already locked the car.
âWe havenât arrived at our destination. Why are you in such a hurry? Wouldnât all these miles weâve traveled go to waste?â Jovan sneered before calmly turning on the engine.
His neck was still bleeding, but it was as if he couldnât even feel it. He couldnât be bothered to tend to it.
âAre you sure you donât want to stop the bleeding first?â Renee asked in a disgusted tone while she stared at him.
Imagine a man smiling creepily in the middle of the night while driving through a remote cemetery. His neck bled, dying his shirt in red⦠It was honestly nothing short of bizarre