This fragrance belonged to that man. Could it be—
She turned pale and rushed to the windowsill.
She saw a man lying on the ground. The big pool of blood dyed his surroundings red, and she couldn't see anything else.
"Marlon..."
She was about to shout when she heard a familiar voice, 'Don't you give me a hand?'
Yvette Thiel looked aside and saw Lance Wolseley. He stood beside the cross next to the church, crossly holding his hands in his chest and looking at her.
Yvette Thiel blinked her eyes hard twice.
It was not an illusion. It was him!
He rushed over and pushed Keith Beckford out of the attic!
Yvette Thiel looked at the platform that was more than ten meters high and then looked at the man next to her. She couldn't say a word.
"It's so dangerous. He is crazy."
Marlon Lynn had already come up. He pushed Yvette Thiel away and dragged the man in.
