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In less than 14 minutes, the door was forcefully opened by the building's technical management team. As soon as the door gave way, Micheal and the others rushed inside, and from the entryway, they could see Yvonne lying on her bed.

The bedroom door was ajar. Yvonne looked extremely pale yet serene, unmoving, though her lashes quivered, indicating she was aware of the commotion.

Micheal's heart pounded in his chest as he took large strides toward her. Amy followed closely behind, while the men who had assisted, along with the security guard, stayed by the doorway, ready to act if necessary.

“That’s the same outfit she wore last night,” Amy whispered to Micheal as they entered the bedroom.

Micheal leaned over Yvonne, his voice gentle. “Can you hear me?”

Yvonne could only blink.

“I think she’s paralyzed from shock. Babe, blink again if you can hear me,” Amy said, moving closer to check Yvonne's pulse.

Yvonne blinked in response, tears welling in her eyes and slowly trickling down her che