But this was a different situation altogether. Whether i t was Mark or Summer, the same method would only work once, and not twice.
To ensure her peaceful life, Yvette had to get it right once and for all to prevent any aftermath. Besides this approach, she did not have a better idea...
Summer suddenly realized she had forgotten her bag the moment she picked up the coat, so she returned to the room to get it.
Yvette smiled hideously like a vicious and venomous matron. It was terrifying.
She flicked a lighter to ignite a quivering blue flame. The eerie blue flame was flickering and bobbing up and down, looking somewhat peculiar...
Summer carried her bag. However, she noticed the bed was untidy, so she stooped forward and rearranged the bedsheet and the pillows. Before she could regain her stance, a high-pitched and nervewrecking shriek came.
Only Yvette was in the living room. Besides her, there was no one who could possibly be screaming.
However, Summer paid no attention to Yvette’s bewildered screeching.
She got up and exited the room. When she witnessed what was before her, she was petrified.
Fire. Red flames pranced upward; it was a fiery inferno, setting off the curtains of the French window ablaze. The fire soared about a foot high. It was like a firestorm.
Yvette retreated. She became pale and was trembling. She had not expected the fire to be so massive that she couldn't even react in time.
When she saw Summer, Yvette let out all her fear and hatred onto her while not forgetting to press the record button on the recorder secretly. "It’s all your fault! Why do you harm me? Why!"
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