“Ah, ah! Help! Help!"

Wynter was gripped by horror.

Sharing space with a corpse was a horrifying prospect!

The coffin lid was sealed.

She was entombed alive.

Isaac showed no emotion.

He addressed his subordinate calmly, "There will be a conflagration soon. The two that escaped are the arsonists."

"We know what to do," the subordinate responded.

"The two deceased were also victims of the arsonists."

Isaac nodded approvingly.

He turned and cast a final glance at the coffin.

Sounds of commotion and fear filled the air.

Wynter was launching a relentless assault against the coffin.

Trapped in a horrifying predicament, she feared an imminent death.

The thought of her panic-induced death was unbearable.

If not death, the mere presence of a corpse would torment her beyond measure.

Isaac hadn't ignited the flames yet because all he desired was to plunge her into the abyss of despair.

Isaac bade farewell to the villa.

He retreated to his hotel, freshened up and slipped into new attire.

Having been to a place soiled by dread and death, he wouldn't let Camila witness his current state.