My Rich Hot and Infertile or Maybe Not Husband

Chapter 1212

Celeste did a double-take, then went straight to check things out.

The next thing she saw, up on the third floor, was Mason's upper body hanging out a window, with one hand clutching the window frame for dear life and the other wrestling with a knife-wielding hand that reached out from inside.

The blade was dangerously close to his neck, and she could see the bright red blood dripping down his hand.

Just as Celeste got a good look, the knife-wielder took another swipe, but Mason dodged it by a hair's breadth, his grip on the man's wrist unyielding.

The sound of shattering glass from below drew the attention of many neighbors. They popped their heads out for a look but quickly retreated, seemingly unfazed by all the commotion.

“Holy smokes, has this dude lost it?!"

seat belt as she spoke. “I'm going up to help Mr. Fletcher. Letti, You

for a response, she bolted

reckless girl! Did she think that knife was a toy? Celeste frowned in worry, continuing her 911 call while grabbing her purse to follow

a half-open door, from which she could hear a low, menacing

She wants a divorce? Sure thing. I'll see you

a bare-chested man was wielding a knife and cursing a blue streak, with Mason's feet dangling in mid-air, looking like he was

a glass and hurled

strong aim, but was short and the man moved just as she threw the

the man’s neck. He paused to wipe off the blood, but seeing red only enraged him further. He turned and charged at

Terrified, Trisha turned tail and ran the