Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 809

Books were already flammable materials, not to mention a large amount of accelerant sprayed out, causing the fire to quickly spread and engulf the wooden shelves. Phyllis had a crazed and twisted smile on her face as she opened the remaining jars of accelerant. Seeing this, Crystal's pupils contracted, and she rushed over to stop her from starting another fire. However, Phyllis took out a fruit knife from her sleeve and stared at Crystal, saying, "What's wrong? Don't want to burn to death? Do you want to be stabbed to death instead?"

In Phyllis's current state, there was no way for Crystal to communicate with her normally. The thick smoke on the display rack and the burning books was very annoying. Crystal could clearly feel the scorching heat waves. The flames seemed to be brushing past her cheeks. It was obvious that it was hot, but it made people break out into cold sweats.

In just a few seconds, Phyllis lit up many more piles of waste paper, tables, and chairs. The temperature in the laboratory was terrifyingly high. Crystal's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. She covered her mouth and nose and said in a muffled voice, "Phyllis, are you really going to die like this?"

Phyllis sat in the sea of fire. Her hair had been burnt, but she didn't care about it at all. She said with a strange smile, "I won't lose anything if I take you to die with me."

Crystal's heart was beating very fast.

on the experiment platform, it would definitely cause some instruments to

be burned to death, choked to death by thick smoke, or killed by the fragments of the

one it was, Crystal

she had been choked by the smoke, causing her to lose her senses. Crystal smelled the strange odor of burning skin and the scent of lipid, which

fire had spread out and soon surrounded her. She looked at a point in the air with wide eyes and muttered, "Mom...

here to keep you

the fire on Phyllis's body was temporarily put out. Phyllis raised her head in a daze and saw Crystal frowning. She covered her mouth and nose with her sleeves and searched her body

didn't come to save her. She

wouldn't let her get

the phone in her pocket into the sea of fire. Then, she grabbed Crystal's wrist tightly and said, "Don't try to run

heart. She didn't know where Phyllis got so much strength. The hand that was holding her wrist was almost as strong as a pair of iron pliers. Crystal felt that