When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 724: Dylan Shaw, I Will Sue You

Dylan Shaw seemed as if he couldn’t hear, with a grim smile on his face. He loosened his fingers, and with a thud, the dumplings in the bag fell to the ground.

Rachel Sherman’s heart tightened. She clutched her phone, looking at him, then at the innocent dumplings on the ground.

Dylan Shaw’s expression was so cold it was almost deranged. He stared at her, taking a step toward her.

Rachel instinctively stepped back two paces, "What are you doing?" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

He remained silent, only the smile at the corner of his lips grew more sinister.

Downstairs, Auntie was getting out of a taxi with a thermos in hand, walking toward the neighborhood, with a benevolent smile. She was in a good mood today.

She had made extra chestnut chicken soup, worrying that Rachel might order takeout at home on a Saturday, being so busy with work, coming home every day to coax June to sleep, and rushing to meet deadlines.

Auntie was kind-hearted, having spent so much time with her, caring for her like a daughter, hence she was delivering the soup today.

Just as she reached the elevator entrance, Auntie saw a tall and slender man standing outside the elevator, paused for a moment, and then delightedly said, "Mr. Fletcher?"

Chase Fletcher, with his hands in his pockets, turned his gaze at the sound, and upon seeing Auntie, he politely took his hands out of his pockets, "Hello, Auntie." He greeted her courteously.

"It’s been a while since I’ve seen you. Are you here to see Miss Sherman?" For some reason, Auntie was quite pleased.

"Yes." His expression was gentle.

At this moment, the elevator door opened.

Auntie thought to herself, better not to disturb the young people, right?

So, she kindly said to him, "Mr. Fletcher, this is the chestnut chicken soup I just made. Could you please take it up to Miss Sherman? I’m afraid she’ll order takeout, which isn’t clean. She’s been so busy with work lately."

Mr. Fletcher’s interest in Miss Sherman has long been noticeable to this Auntie.

Chase Fletcher hesitated for a moment, not reaching out to take it, but instead softly said, "Auntie, how about coming up together? June might want to see you too."

As his words fell, he gestured for Auntie to proceed, not wanting Rachel to misunderstand, even playing tricks on Auntie.

Auntie met his gaze, "Alright then." She walked inside.

Chase Fletcher followed in, took the initiative to press the elevator button, and the doors closed, the elevator arriving at the designated floor.

They both stepped out, arriving together at the entrance door.

Auntie directly input the fingerprint password, the door responded and opened —

"Dylan Shaw! I’ll sue you! Let me go! You beast, you won’t die well!!" Rachel’s desperate and fearful voice, tinged with sobbing, reached them.

Auntie and Chase Fletcher hurriedly rushed inside —

Only to see a man pinning Rachel down on the sofa, attempting to assault her!

Chase Fletcher’s eyes widened in anger, he rushed over and dragged Dylan Shaw up, pummeling him furiously, then kicked him hard several more times!

In Dylan Shaw’s unguarded moment, violently kicking him to the ground, "You’re simply not human!"

Dylan Shaw, in pain, let out cries of woe, bewildered as he raised his eyes, "You again?!" Instantly, fury fumed within him!

On the sofa, Rachel, with messy hair, was also injured on the face, her clothes in disarray, several buttons on her front pulled off. She desperately protected her body, yet hadn’t recovered from the panic.

Auntie hurried over to support her, helping her cover her chest.

Rachel glared at Dylan Shaw with hatred, breathing heavily. How she hated him inside! She gritted her teeth, wishing she could chop him into pieces.

"Miss Sherman, don’t be afraid, we’re here." Auntie, feeling both pity and sorrow, held her head, resting it against herself.

Chase Fletcher again kicked Dylan Shaw hard, then took out his phone, just about to call the police, he turned his gaze to Rachel.

Seeing her in such a sorry state, tears trickled down, as if falling onto the tip of his heart.

He regretted that he hadn’t protected her well.

Rachel gradually recovered, lifting her eyes slowly to Chase Fletcher, coldly and tearfully saying, "Chase, help me call the police." Then she raised her eyes to look at the surveillance camera.

Following her gaze, Dylan Shaw’s heart tightened, there was surveillance in the room??