Chapter 437
Isabel suddenly noticed a commotion not far away. She glanced over and caught sight of the towering Chainsaw Man.
The moment she saw him, her heart skipped a beat.
Without thinking, Isabel started to follow.
She had always believed she’d never fall for anyone else again. Yet here she was, heart fluttering over someone new.
Besides Lyman, she was actually falling for another man-someone whose face she couldn’t even see.
As Isabel was thinking this, she suddenly spotted Effie in the crowd.
Her brow furrowed, and she let out a bitter, self-deprecating smile.
Of course.
She’d thought she was drawn to another man, but in truth, it had always been the same one all along.
Watching Effie standing right next to Lyman, Isabel’s eyes flashed with an idea.
She turned and slipped away in the opposite direction.
Moments later, a wave of tourists began surging toward Effie.
Before long, Effie was completely surrounded, a living wall of people cutting her off from Lyman.
Lyman tried to push his way toward Effie, but the crowd was packed tight, an impenetrable barrier. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t break through.
“Effie!” Lyman shouted at the top of his lungs.
But Effie couldn’t hear him; there were simply too many people around her. Hands kept reaching out, everyone wanting something from her.
It was suffocating, like being trapped in a scene out of a zombie apocalypse.
But Effie wasn’t scared by the crowd. She’d braved haunted houses before this was nothing. What unsettled her, though, was how these people seemed to be deliberately pushing her away from Lyman.
She was almost certain it was intentional.
“Lyman! Lyman!” she called, her voice rising in panic.
But there were just too many bodies, shoving her further and further away.
Lyman realized it too. At this point, fighting the crowd was pointless.
He looked around frantically, trying to find another way.
Then he dashed toward the control booth and quickly explained the situation.
Suddenly, the speakers blared with the roar of a chainsaw revving to life. Onstage, a performance kicked off.
Amidst pounding music and flashing lights, every spotlight zeroed in on a single figure.
t belongs to Sw life.
Lyman spun around-his Chainsaw Man persona, cool and imposing, drew every eye in the place.
Dragging the chainsaw prop behind him, he strode toward the show host.
His striking appearance, combined with that aura of unapproachable, dangerous charisma, left the
audience spellbound. It felt like
even the air itself was holding its breath.
Gradually, Effie felt the crowd around her begin to thin.
Seizing the chance, she darted toward a less crowded corner.
From her hiding spot, Isabel watched as Effie slipped further and further away.
Her hands clenched so tightly her nails nearly broke the skin of her palms.
“Damn it! Just a little bit more…” Isabel muttered through gritted teeth.
At that moment, a burst of fireworks crackled above the stage.
Everyone’s eyes lifted skyward.
Smoke billowed across the stage, and in the chaos, Lyman vanished.
By the time the crowd realized what had happened, he was already gone. “Effie.”
Somehow, Lyman had slipped out of his Chainsaw Man costume and was suddenly right beside her.
Effie stared at him in shock, mouth agape. “How did you find me here?”
Lyman smiled. “If I told you we’re just on the same wavelength, would you believe me?”
But there was no time for more explanations.
Grabbing Effie’s hand, Lyman pulled her quickly toward the back exit of the amusement park. “That’s the staff entrance-tourists aren’t allowed out that way.”
Effie glanced back. A crowd of people was already chasing after them.