Spoil My Sweet Window novel (Harold and Crystal) novel Chapter 810

Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire Chapter 810

Crystal’s body was covered in a lot of ashes, and her face was covered with sweat from the high temperature. She looked extremely disheveled. Seeing that the Ignis District was getting closer and closer, Crystal reached out to grab Phyllis’s neck and gasped heavily. “Lunatic!”

Phyllis’s throat was grabbed by Crystal, but she was not afraid. Instead, she smiled and said, “Do it.”

“Strangle me to death.”

Crystal’s pupils constricted. She exerted force into her hands, causing Phyllis’s eyes to immediately turn white. Even so, she still stared venomously at Crystal like a poisonous snake. “You… cough cough, want to kill me?! Even if you kill me, you won’t be able to escape!”

Crystal gritted her teeth and released her grip on Phyllis’ neck. She turned around to try and make her way to the door, but the fire had released a large amount of carbon monoxide, which made it difficult for her to breathe. She had to crawl on the ground, inch by inch toward the door. Perhaps due to inhaling thick smoke, or due to the scorching heat, Crystal felt an overwhelming sense of heaviness in her body. She struggled for a long time but only managed to crawl a few centimeters toward the exit.

Phyllis simply lay flat on the ground. She might have had an illusion. She looked straight at the ceiling. The temperature on the floor had also risen to a boiling temperature. She smiled slowly and said, “Give up… You can’t run away.”

Perhaps someone outside had seen the black smoke coming from the laboratory and called the fire department, or had alerted people to come and put out the fire, but it was already too late.

The laboratory was not very large, with only four people working in a small, partitioned area of less than twenty square meters. In such a confined space, with a large amount of accelerant in the air, it would only take a few minutes for the fire to engulf the entire area.

Crystal felt that the oxygen was getting less and less, and the gas she inhaled made her lungs very uncomfortable. It was because her body was instinctively rejecting these toxins. Her throat was painful, and the skin that touched the ground was painful. If it went on like this, she would die of oxygen shortage or gas poisoning, and her body would be roasted by extremely high temperatures after death.

It was said that when people were on the verge of death, they would see a “life review” of their entire life. However, Crystal did not experience this.

She just remembered that Harold came back a little late last night. She had fallen asleep in bed. After taking a shower, the man opened the quilt and hugged her from behind. She woke up in a daze, held his neck and kissed him gently on the chin, saying, “Good night, Harold.”

But that was probably the last time she had said good night to Harold. She regretted not kissing her lover the first time she opened her eyes this morning and then said good morning.

“I’m sorry, Harold.”

A teardrop slid down from the corner of Crystal’s eye and fell to the ground. Soon, it evaporated and disappeared without a trace.