The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 653

But this was a different situation altogether. Whether i t was Mark or Summer, the same method would only work once, and not twice.

To ensure her peaceful life, Yvette had to get it right once and for all to prevent any aftermath. Besides this approach, she did not have a better idea...

Summer suddenly realized she had forgotten her bag the moment she picked up the coat, so she returned to the room to get it.

Yvette smiled hideously like a vicious and venomous matron. It was terrifying.

She flicked a lighter to ignite a quivering blue flame. The eerie blue flame was flickering and bobbing up and down, looking somewhat peculiar...

Summer carried her bag. However, she noticed the bed was untidy, so she stooped forward and rearranged the bedsheet and the pillows. Before she could regain her stance, a high-pitched and nervewrecking shriek came.

Only Yvette was in the living room. Besides her, there was no one who could possibly be screaming.

However, Summer paid no attention to Yvette’s bewildered screeching.

She got up and exited the room. When she witnessed what was before her, she was petrified.

Fire. Red flames pranced upward; it was a fiery inferno, setting off the curtains of the French window ablaze. The fire soared about a foot high. It was like a firestorm.

Yvette retreated. She became pale and was trembling. She had not expected the fire to be so massive that she couldn't even react in time.

When she saw Summer, Yvette let out all her fear and hatred onto her while not forgetting to press the record button on the recorder secretly. "It’s all your fault! Why do you harm me? Why!"

Yvette, on the other hand, kept on screaming. As the fire spread, she slipped and fell to the ground. The flames were very close to her, and even her shoes caught fire.

As she was frightened, the red complexion of her face faded and turned ghastly. She trembled and quickly removed her shoes.

She was as though in a firestorm and surrounded by the inferno. The smog made it difficult for her to open her eyes, and she could not stop coughing.

Due to her age, she was no longer nimble. A spark flew and fell on her dress. She shrieked and rolled on the floor to put out the fire.

Summer emerged from the room only to find Yvette screaming like a madwoman. There were tiny flames o n the hem of her dress, and they were dancing on the floor.

She observed carefully but stood still. She had not forgotten what happened on the balcony. 'If it wasn’t for Yvette, dad wouldn’t have fallen!' 'She isn't a kindhearted person!'