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?!"

“I'm going up to

for a response, she

Celeste frowned in worry, continuing her 911 call while grabbing

half-open door, from which she could

a

was unconscious and bloody. And there by the window, a bare-chested man was

scanning the room, Trisha grabbed a glass and hurled it at the

short and the man moved just as she threw the glass, causing

blood, but seeing red only

me?!" Terrified, Trisha turned tail and ran the moment