Spoil My Sweet Window

Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire Chapter 808

Crystal pulled the door a few times, and the iron chains clanged. There was no reaction at all. The corridor was quiet. At this time, there might be people who stayed to do experiments in the past. But because they had just taken leave, everyone was lazy and left in groups after class.

Crystal was speechless.

Was it a prank?

She turned around and was about to grab the phone in her coat, but when she turned around, she was shocked-there was another person in the empty laboratory. This person was Crystal’s acquaintance.

Phyllis was from the art department. Their teaching building was thousands of miles away from the experimental building of the biology department. Why would she come to the laboratory?!

Since the military training, Crystal had never seen Phyllis. She had heard Annette say that she was much more low-key. Now it seemed that what she said was right. Phyllis, who was in front of her, was not as high- spirited as she was when she first entered the school.

Her hair was dry, and her eyes were haggard. From her big dark circles, I could see that she hadn’t had a good rest for a long time. Her eyes were full of red blood. Because of her fierce eyes, she looked particularly horrible.

took a step back. “Why

Phyllis’s lips curled into a cold smile. “I’ve been waiting for such an opportunity for a long

someone to hold me back with an

female classmate, so why did

of a row of specimens that were immersed in formalin, including a jar containing a snake, which was placed right next to

already raised the item in her

of them were locked up

What are you afraid of? Shouldn’t I be the one who should be

every day to cause trouble, saying I let down Matilda. My mother felt guilty toward my aunt and she committed suicide!” Phyllis gritted her teeth and continued, “She committed suicide and said she was helping me atone, so I can continue to

are you afraid of since you caused me so

expect that in less than a month,

what did it have to do with her? Wasn’t it all Phyllis’ own

They knew that it was their fault, but they still tried their best to find a vent,

“My mother is dead. My father thinks that I am a jinx, and Bound