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.

off the rooftop, she

terror. Time seemed to stand

Taylor's forehead, leaving behind

blank, horrified expression, his mouth hanging open

But to her surprise, she found herself engulfed

if he wished to meld her into his very being. "Yvonne, it's all over now; it's over," Drew murmured shakily, though his entire body was

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

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

my god...

out a long, relieved sigh, nearly having a heart attack 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

would have been worse if he hadn't stepped in to help out." Asher glanced toward

the rooftop, died with a

sheet and brought it to the station for

mission. He calmly packed up his rifle, his gaze