Lisa glanced at the caller ID and let out a cold laugh before leisurely answering.
“What have you done to Nicole?”
Tristan’s roar came through the line. “Lisa, if you touch her, I swear I’ll make sure you regret it for the rest of your life!”
“Regret? Ha! What’s there to regret when I’m as good as dead?”
She took a deep breath and said, “Come to her coffee shop now. I’m waiting for you. Let’s see if you’re really willing to die for
Nicole.”
With a glance at the unconscious woman behind her, Lisa ended the call.
Stepping outside, she grabbed a torch and threw it directly onto the gasoline–soaked floor.
In an instant, flames erupted, roaring into the night sky and illuminating the darkness.
By the time Tristan arrived, the fire had engulfed the coffee shop.
Lisa stood in front of the inferno, laughing wildly.
“Burn! Burn it all! The bigger the flames, the better!”
Tristan rushed forward, grabbing her arm tightly. “Lisa, where is Nicole? What have you done to her? Where is she?”
“What do you think?” Lisa sneered, her gaze shifting to the raging fire. “Tristan, don’t you claim to love Nicole more than anything? If that’s true, then go save her!”
Before she finished speaking, Tristan had already dashed into the burning building without hesitation.
Seeing him charge in so fearlessly, Lisa burst into hysterical laughter.
“Ha! Tristan Ford, you liar! You absolute liar! If you never loved me, why did you lead me on? It was all a sham–you’ve only ever
loved Nicole!”
Her laughter soon turned into sobs. “Liar… Har…”
Inside the inferno, Tristan pushed forward despite the suffocating smoke and searing heat. Flames surrounded him, but he kept
searching frantically for Nicole.
He had already lost her once–he would not lose her again.
“Nicole! Where are you? Nicole!”
