"Damn it, who did this!"
She looked around, but no one was in the room, the doors and windows were tightly shut, who could it be!
Her forehead, face, and body were soaking with sweat, as if she was about to faint any moment.
She bit her lip, grabbed her phone from the bedside table and dialed 120, "Hurry, come quickly to the penthouse apartment in F District of Yun University…"
...
The arrival of the 120 emergency team was always late, especially in the dead of night.
By the time the doctors arrived, half an hour had already passed.
Juliette Jones was in excruciating pain on the bed, her sweat was flowing like a torrential rain, soaking the entire bed.
She lay drowned like a fish, stranded in the drenched quilt.
A few doctors and nurses hurriedly carried her away and locked the room from outside.
A clever and pretty little thing crawled out from under the bed at that moment, then climbed up to the rooftop as silent as a wisp.
Ella Lacey was waiting there.