Chapter 1572

Seymour scrambled to his feet and craned his neck to look; sure enough, a shadow was moving on the balcony. As they spoke, the figure pushed open the glass door and leaned halfway inside. Seymour quickly braced himself. When the intruder approached the bed, he lunged forward. Nonetheless, the intruder was remarkably agile, effortlessly dodging him. In a swift motion, he flipped Seymour and pinned him to the ground. "Help—" Before he could finish, Seymour was knocked unconscious. With no other option, Helen retrieved a silver needle and concealed it in her hand. Taking advantage of the darkness, she carefully began to back away. The intruder rose from beside Seymour and moved toward her. His tall figure completely obscured the moonlight pouring in. Helen held her breath, poised to strike. Suddenly, a familiar voice cut through the tension. "Helly, it's me." It was Chandler. Helen relaxed her guard, and the tension in her heart instantly eased. Chandler bent down to help her