After all, Shane might reward him if he had done Natalie a favor.

Natalie held the documents against her chest and declined. “Thank you for offering, Mr. Plumlee, but there’s no need. The warehouse where I store my fabrics is on fire. My employee has already called the fire department. I’m gonna go take a look.” She bowed apologetically before leaving the restaurant and drove off.

Watching as her car left his sight, Niall contemplated for a minute before he eventually decided to report the matter to Shane.

Shane’s brows furrowed when he heard the news. Why would the warehouse be on fire for no reason?

“Silas,” Shane called out, knocking twice on his desk.

Silas pushed open the door and stood at the entrance. “Yes, Mr. Shane?”

“Prepare the car!” Shane ordered as he stood up.

Surprised, Silas asked, “Are you going out, Mr. Shane? But there’s a meeting—”

“It’s not an important meeting. Postpone it for two hours. I’ll be back soon.” He retrieved his coat from the coat rack and took large strides out of his office, heading toward the elevator. His handsome, aloof face was filled with worry.

items. Even the warehouse manager stopped having smoke breaks for the same reason. Therefore, the source of the

 

as he drove toward

make it within twenty minutes for a typically thirty-minute

 

manager hurriedly

merely nodded, her face pale as she watched the fire destroy a part of her. “Are the

called again. They said there was a traffic jam

Natalie cut him off with bloodshot eyes. “What about the

lowered his

door, forcing herself to keep steady. “Not a single yard made it out?” She questioned, squeezing

fire ignited. We were all eating our food outside and had no clue what happened. When we returned, the fire had spread. There was

Joyce hopped out of it, running up to grab Natalie’s hand without bothering to shut her car door. She asked

regretfully informed her that

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