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.

Just as the malicious Taylor was about to drag Yvonne off the rooftop, she heard a sharp cracking sound above her, like an eggshell smashing against a rock.

Yvonne's breathing hitched, and her heart raced with terror. Time seemed to stand still. Drew's eyes went wide with shock-

straight through Taylor's forehead,

a blank, horrified expression,

fear, expecting the worst. But to her surprise,

her in his embrace. His large frame hunched over, enveloping her entirely, as if he wished to meld her into his very being. "Yvonne, it's all over now; it's over," Drew murmured shakily, though

face uncontrollably. His heart raced, and his breathing was labored. His heart was a mess of emotions, yet the hug he gave

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

god...

a long,

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

with his sharpshooting skills. It would have been worse if he hadn't stepped in to help out." Asher glanced toward the

from the rooftop, died with a terrified expression

covered his body with a sheet and brought it to

church rooftop, had successfully completed his mission.

scene, vanishing like a gentle breeze or passing

the

Yvonne's body showed pet