Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 617

Across the ocean.

Lucius got a call, immediately went to report to Gregory.

Gregory was just about to dial Jane's number when he saw Lucius approaching, his brows furrowed slightly.

"You'd better have something important."

"It's important."

Lucius was sweating, "Mark Larson's old factory blew up."

Gregory raised an eyebrow, "Blew up?"

Lucius didn't dare to wipe his sweat, speaking truthfully, "They used plenty of explosives, now it's just rubble, and it even affected the surroundings. I need to head back and deal with it."

Gregory leaned back in his chair, a shadow passing through his eyes, he tapped on the desk twice.

"Even if it's rubble, make sure if he's actually dead."

"Yes."

Lucius quickly turned to leave, but just as he reached the door, he heard that always casual yet chilling voice from behind.

"Find out, and then, you know what to do."

Lucius didn't dare to argue. He had once sworn that Mark's place would be secure.

He was just abroad for a few days, took his eyes off for a moment, and disaster struck.

Thinking about heading to a godforsaken place, he felt indescribable bitterness.

"Yes, Gregory."

The door closed behind him.

Gregory got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, glancing at the blinding sun outside.

After a while, he opened his phone to send a message.

"Can't call today, got some stuff, go to sleep early, sweetheart."

His message hadn't even sent when the hotel room door was violently kicked open.

...

The news of the explosion in the outskirts was trending non-stop.

I scrolled through videos, nine out of ten were about it.

It was an abandoned chemical plant, left with plenty of potentially toxic products.

The explosion sent black smoke billowing, polluting the air for miles around.