Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire novel Chapter 809

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.

The door was locked. Phyllis took her phone. With such a fire, once it was on the experiment platform, it would definitely cause some instruments to explode. At that time, there would only be three ways to die.

Either she would be burned to death, choked to death by thick smoke, or killed by the fragments of the instrument.

No matter which one it was, Crystal did not like it very much.

Phyllis was next to the source of the fire, and 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 was emanating from Phyllis's arm, which has been burnt by the flames.

Even if she was crazy, she could still feel the pain. Phyllis covered her arm in pain and rolled on the ground. However, the fire had spread out and soon surrounded her. She looked at a point in the air with wide eyes and muttered, "Mom... I don't want you to pay for me."