Spoil My Sweet Window novel (Harold and Crystal) novel Chapter 771

Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire Chapter 771

“You sound very confident.” Sadie smiled, but her whole body tensed up, her waist tightened, and her upper body leaned forward slightly. Her fingers slowly clenched into a fist, and her eyes stared fixedly at 0734. “Now… I am indeed no match for you.”

She took a deep breath and said, “But even if I have to die, I won’t die in your hands.” 0734’s eyes were cold, and his slender fingers were gently twisted by him, making a sound that made people’s teeth sore. “You can try.”

Sadie laughed and seemed to want to say something, but the smile on her lips suddenly became cold. The moment 0734 ran over, she suddenly pushed open the window. When 0734 realized it, blue veins stood out on his forehead. At that moment, his speed was beyond the reach of human eyes. He grabbed at Sadie’s neck with absolute strength, but Sadie was faster and more flexible. She lifted her leg and flipped out. She was already hanging outside the window. She said coldly through a layer of glass, “I said that I wouldn’t die in your hands.”

“…” Looking at her pale fingers clutching the window, 0734 didn’t move anymore. He knew that as long as he moved, this crazy woman would let go of her hand and let herself fall down.

“This is the 16th floor.” The night wind outside rushed into the ward. The hood on his head was blown open, revealing his black and somewhat long soft hair. He stared at Sadie and said, “You would rather smash yourself into pieces than die in my hands?”

In fact, Sadie didn’t have much strength. She felt that the arm that was hanging on her body was numb and stiff. In just a few seconds, she felt that the hand was no longer a part of her body, but she still didn’t let it go because of her perseverance.

“… Actually, it’s not how noble my life is.” Sadie breathed heavily, holding a mouthful of cold air in her throat. She couldn’t breathe it out. Such a high-intensity force made her internal organs feel as if they were going to be twisted into pieces—it might not be an illusion.