Spoil My Sweet Window

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.

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

smoke coming from the laboratory and called the fire department, or had alerted people to come and put out the fire, but

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

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

her like this, he would have been very sad. After all, if she had been roasted, she would have been very ugly and

first thing she needed to do when she was in danger was to call him, but she

her fault. After all, her phone had been taken away by Phyllis and thrown into the fire. She seemed to have heard a

lost all

was lying on the ground,