Seize His Little Wife

Through the narrow doorway, Christine White could clearly see the disdain and contempt in Molly Bort’s eyes.

“Christine White, in fact, you don’t have the ability to seek revenge on me at all, your heart is not as ruthless as mine, and your methods are not as skillful as mine. If I were you, and someone dared to count on me once, I would dare to break her arms and legs, so that she would never have the chance to appear in front of me again.” Molly Bort said grimly.

Christine White’s lips parted, suddenly realizing she couldn’t refute her words.

Indeed, as Molly Bort had said, she was not considered hard-hearted, and her means were almost non-existent, or she would not have been thinking of using the law to make Molly Bort, father and daughter, pay.

“Christine White, I just said you’re still stupid, and you know what’s stupid about you? Stupid in the fact that you came back and actually didn’t even tell tell Baird first, you just ran straight back to the villa with a big bang and threatened to seek revenge on me, so naturally I couldn’t let this opportunity go, so that means you threw yourself into my hands.” Molly Bort raised a hand and shook it in Christine White’s face.

She was clearly holding a ball of air, but Christine White felt like she was holding herself.

“Christine White, do you think that if you had told Baird beforehand that you were alive and coming back, you would still be in my hands right now?” Molly Bort smiles oozingly at Christine White.

Christine White bit her lip in death and put her head down.

She regretted it, she really did.

She should have told Baird Lane that she was alive and well, and should have wanted to contact him before going back, instead of looking at that picture of him walking with Molly Bort and souring her heart and saving her bets to go back alone.

She’s really as dumb as Molly Bort says she is.

“What? Nothing to say?” Molly Bort bristled at Christine White’s half-assed failure to start a sentence, rather bemused.

Christine White still didn’t respond.

Molly Bort, not bothering to spend any more time, went back to her car and took her lighter and a torch down.

She used her lighter to light the torch first, then held it back to where she had just been.

Christine White, listening to the poof of the torch, lifted her head up, and when she saw the roaring flames outside the doorway, she was completely flustered, and her body was trembling more than she could stop.

“Molly Bort, stop it!” Christine White yelled sharply.

Molly Bort looked at the doorway with a sneer, “Stop? I can’t stop, my intention is to want you dead, only if you’re dead can I rest easy, you living will only rob me of everything you understand?”

With that said, she stopped paying attention to Christine White and took two steps toward the side of the front door, walked to a window with a security window, and with a maniacal look, threw the torch in.

She threw it so accurately that the torch fell just on the gasoline, and at once the fire rose and began to spread around.

Christine White saw the fire burning, and Brainstorm remembered the fire from the other day.

That fire was horrible, but there was a lake to escape from death, but now, let alone the lake, she couldn’t even get out of the door, there was nowhere to run.

The only thing she could do was keep slapping and banging on the door, trying to break it open.

But she was not in a good shape, and her strength was not great, and after half a day of banging, she could only bang the door with a clang, but did not break it open in the slightest.

Seeing that the fire is getting bigger and bigger, and the house is full of smoke, Christine White is smoked to the mouth and nose, and her head is dizzy, and she is more afraid.

“Molly Bort you open the door, open the door!” She shouted as she coughed and banged on the door.

Molly Bort yawned outside and just ignored it, turned toward her car and drove off.

Listening to the sound of the car going away, a hint of despair crossed Christine White’s eyes, and her heart was filled with regret.

Regretting why he didn’t listen to Bess Camp and tell Baird Lane first when he decided to go back.

Regretting that he hadn’t learned his lesson and had to face the madman Molly Bort all by himself.

And even more so, I regret that I didn’t raise an ounce of defense against Molly Bort just because I was at the cottage …

“Ahem …” The fire was getting bigger and was already on the verge of burning over, and Christine White didn’t dare linger in the doorway any longer, looking around to try to find if there was any other way out.

But the rolling smoke filled the entire house, making it impossible for her to make out anything at all, so she could only go by feel.

It was hard to go up to the second floor by feeling, Christine White’s heart was happy, thinking that there should be a window on the second floor, maybe she could go out through the window.

So she rushed to look for a room with a window, but the moment she reached the door of the room and realized that it was closed, her heart suddenly thumped and a very bad feeling rose.

Her instincts proved to be spot on, the door to the room on the second floor was also locked, the lock was still new, so it was a no-brainer who the locker was.

Christine White, undeterred, ran to the third floor, which was exactly the same as the second floor, all locked.

At that moment, Christine White was completely desperate, both eyes had lost their highlights and were so empty and scattered and glowing that it was frightening to look at.

Soon, the fire doused with gasoline had spread to a large area, and it was believed that it wouldn’t take long for the entire first floor to be engulfed in flames, and once the first floor was completely in flames, the second floor would be fast approaching.

Christine White didn’t dare go down there, so she had to hide on the third floor and shiver.

She knew full well that if no one came to her rescue, she wouldn’t be able to escape and would be burned alive.

What’s she gonna do?

Can someone please come and save her?

Christine White suddenly wanted to cry, but before she could, the tears were already flowing, from the smoke.

The smoke was so strong and very choking that it not only brought tears to my eyes, but my brain was also dizzy and my body began to gradually weaken.

This smoke is toxic!

Just as Christine White was about to hold out, pass out from the smoke, and then be consumed by the fire in her stupor, there was a sudden cry from not far away, “Christine? Christine?”

Hmm?

Christine White blinked in confusion.

Why did she think she heard someone calling out to her, was it an illusion?

“Christine, where are you?” Suddenly, the shout rang out once more, and louder.

Christine White froze for several seconds, her smoke-dulled brain finally reacting to the fact that what she had heard was not an illusion, but that someone was really calling out to her, and someone she knew.

“Bess Camp…” Christine White’s heart was thrilled, and her eyes, which had been dead gray, suddenly blossomed with light.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Because she knew that she was saved!

“Bess Camp, I’m here!” Christine White responded loudly.

However, she had smoked too many cigarettes, and her voice was completely hoarse at this point, and she couldn’t make much noise at all.

And fearing that Bess Camp couldn’t hear her, she pinched her thighs hard to make herself more conscious and keep from passing out.

“Bess Camp, Bess Camp …” Christine White was terrified that Bess Camp hadn’t heard her response and was gone from the area again, she yelled Bess Camp’s name as she stumbled downstairs.

Due to weakness and running too fast, coupled with too much smoke and impaired vision, she just ran to the first floor and fell.

Just as a string of flames spread next to her, catching her down coat on fire.

Down jackets are inherently flammable and burn exceptionally fast when they get on fire.

Christine White knew she was on fire and screamed in terror and rolled on the ground trying to put out the fire.

But it didn’t work, there was some gasoline on her duvet not to mention the fire next to it less over and soon Christine White was on fire all over.

She became a fireman, and the relentless flames burned her hands and face raw, causing her to hiss in pain, and making her consciousness, at this moment, incredibly clear.

Is this what it feels like to be on fire?