The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

At this moment, Taylor's face twisted into a grotesque mask, like a vengeful ghost from the depths of hell.

Taylor laughed and cried hysterically, "Okay, if that's how it's going to be, then nobody gets to live! You just did all this to be with Drew, to have a wild, passionate romance. Heh, well, don't think for a second that you're actually going to get what you want!"

Taylor grabbed Yvonne's neck and forced her toward the rooftop's edge. His cold and moist lips touched her pale cheek, mixing with her tears. "Yvonne, if we can't be together in this life, then let's die and get married in the next life."

In the blink of an eye, Yvonne's heart raced, and her body felt weightless as she tumbled backward into the abyss.

"Yvonne!" Drew cried out in anguish as he desperately rushed to Yvonne's rescue, his tall, slender frame darting forward with the speed of a lightning bolt.

Meanwhile, up on the church rooftop...

Whoosh-!

A piercing beam of cold light flashed, followed by a sharp sound hurtling from a distance of around a hundred meters.

rooftop, she

and her heart raced with terror. Time seemed to

Taylor's

horrified expression, his

in fear, expecting the worst. But to her surprise, she found herself engulfed in a fierce,

Yvonne and wrapped her in his embrace. His large frame hunched over, enveloping her entirely, as if he wished to meld her into his

uncontrollably. His heart raced, and his breathing was labored. His heart was a mess of emotions,

wedding dress, collapsed in Drew's arms, longing to return the embrace, but

my god... Thank

from the sheer fright of it all. "Let me tell you, this has got to be the most terrifying crime scene I've dealt with in the past three years. As an old-timer on the force, I'll need some serious time off if I have to handle another one like this-it's just too much for an old guy like me to

stepped in to help

fallen from the rooftop, died with

with a sheet and brought it to

his mission. He calmly packed up his rifle,