“Mr. Clarke, y-yes. I’m sure.”
Felix swallowed hard. “The project department just called. They said… just half an hour ago, the construction site for The Myriad Galleria project… collapsed.”
Damien whirled around, seizing Felix by the collar and pinning him against the car door.
“Collapsed?!”
The veins on Damien’s forehead bulged. “That’s the Clarke family’s biggest flagship project this year! The foundation was laid over six months, using the best materials and the best construction team, and now you’re telling me it collapsed?!”
The Myriad Galleria was slated to become Jarrow’s future landmark, a massive, comprehensive shopping mall.
It was a seven-story structure, with three levels underground and four above.
Damien had invested billions into this project, pouring countless hours and effort into it.
“N-not just collapsed…”
Felix was being choked and could barely breathe, his face turning red. “There were workers inside doing finishing work at the time…” Felix closed his eyes, his voice trembling. “Right now… seven workers are still unaccounted for.”
If it were a simple construction accident, they could just pay for the damages and rebuild.
But if something else was involved…
“Get the car ready! We’re going to the site!”
Damien shoved Felix away, yanked open the car door, and got in.
This was no accident.
The Clarke family’s reputation for quality construction was legendary in the industry.
Without foul play, how could a building collapse so completely?
Inside the villa.
Grace managed to finish feeding Gianna the rest of her baby food, then called the nanny to take the child upstairs for a nap.
She sat alone in the empty living room.
A sense of dread washed over her, a cold shiver racing down her spine that she couldn't shake.
She picked up her phone, intending to send Damien a text to ask what was happening, but she typed half a message before deleting it.
It was best to leave it. Felix wouldn’t have come to get him during the holidays unless it was a dire emergency.
Grace gave a bitter smile, tossed her phone into the corner of the sofa, and was about to go upstairs to check on Ivy.
Just then, her phone screen lit up.
If it were good news, Elliot would have just said congratulations.
Grace’s fingers hovered over the screen, feeling slightly cold.
Logic told her to listen to Elliot and not to look.
Looking would only cause her more worry, and there was nothing she could do to help.
But…
If something had happened to him, how could she pretend not to know?
Grace took a deep breath and tapped on the red Instagram icon.
The few seconds it took for the app to load felt like an eternity.
Finally, the interface appeared.
She didn’t even need to search.
The number one trending topic, marked in a stark, impossible-to-miss banner, was right at the top.
#BREAKING: Clarke Family’s The Myriad Galleria Project Collapses, Casualties Unknown#

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