Chapter 962

The air on the rooftop was icy, as if each breath carried the weight of impending doom.

Harvey's heart pounded like a drum in his chest, his grip on the gun trembling as if he were holding onto the last thread of sanity. He hadn't disengaged the safety, fearful that panic might cause his finger to slip, sending a bullet into the void.

Cornered, with nowhere left to turn, he had never entertained the thought of taking Elsie Archer's life. Even if there was a sliver of hope, he was determined to get Elsie out alive.

He knew all too well that in times of crisis, Avery Chambers would abandon him, possibly even betray him at the last moment. He had prepared for this, confident in his wit and intelligence to escape unscathed, to vanish into thin air.

But it was all for Elsie. He had fallen to this low for her.

He wanted to give the woman he loved a wedding, a beautiful beginning, however humble. Even if they were the rats in the sewers, there was still a longing to bask in the sunlight.

So, Elsie had to live. She simply had to.

Otherwise, everything he had invested in would be for naught.

Elsie's sudden laughter cut through the tense air, her eyes bloodshot with a haunting beauty.

"Ellie,

guy in the room.

Harvey's heart,

to marry you out of gratitude, or affection? No... I wanted you and Avery to go down

with you has been

his blood freeze, then rush

be... How

was willing to marry him, to be

Tom after stalking him for months, lurking in the shadows. He was not

welled up with tears as she remembered Tom, who had died in that basement, delivering his final message in Morse code. He told her the evidence was hidden

lied about going out with you... It wasn't for Avery's damn birthday gift. It

stood a few steps away, his gaze

so-called love was nothing but a fleeting illusion, a shallow

loved had been enduring hell on earth, sacrificing herself

to pull his beloved

A complete failure.

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