Chapter 963

She was ready to burn her bridges, because she'd long since lost her will to live.

Even though she knew Elvis was waiting for her, she didn't want to continue. He deserved someone better. She couldn't hold him back.

Sunny was just a dark flower, sprouted from the soil of her own despair, nurtured in a greenhouse of sin. Before she withered away, her only wish was to drag Harvey down with her into the abyss!

"Elsie... I treated you so well... and you betray me... you've been deceiving me all along!"

In that moment, Harvey's eyes were wild, his face a mask of fury and madness, crying and laughing as if possessed, "Fine then... if that's how it is, let's end it all!

You did all this just to be with Elvis, to be star-crossed lovers. Hah... but you'll never get your wish in this lifetime!"

Harvey's grip tightened around Elsie's neck, slowly backing towards the edge of the rooftop.

Finally, his cold, damp kiss landed on Elsie's pale cheek, mixed with a bitter tear, "Ellie... if we can't be together in life, then let's be together in death, in another world."

The next second, Elsie's heart clenched painfully, her body felt weightless as she began to fall backward!

"Ellie!"

Elvis roared, his tall figure dashing towards Elsie like a shooting star!

Meanwhile, from the rooftop of the church.

Whoosh-!

sound of slicing air, rushed towards them from a hundred

as Elsie was about to be dragged down by the malicious Harvey,

breath caught in her throat, her heart racing

to freeze, and

a gruesome hole right in the center

his face twisted in shock and

closed her eyes tightly,

what she found instead was

fell, Elvis managed to grab Elsie's arm, pulling

roar.

warmth as a shield,

okay now, it's all right," Elvis whispered, trembling with aftershock. Tears flowed, hearts

chaos, yet his embrace was as solid as

trying to reciprocate his embrace, but her arms felt like they were filled with lead, too heavy to

"Thank God... thank God!"

scene I've been involved in, in three years. Old detectives say this happens all the time, but

help from the

looked towards the church, filled with relief, "Our Ashbourne family men, they don't

with his eyes wide open in death,

police covered his body with a white

sniper hidden on the church's rooftop, had completed his difficult mission. Packing up his rifle, his deep eyes calm and composed,

the wind, like the clouds, deep, quiet, yet

statement.

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