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.

having smoke

 

as he drove

within twenty minutes for a typically thirty-minute drive. When she alighted, her blood turned cold. All she could see was the warehouse

 

The manager hurriedly ran

pale as she watched the fire destroy a part of

yet. I’ve called again. They said there was a traffic jam on

off with bloodshot eyes. “What about the fabrics? Were

his head

forcing herself to keep steady. “Not a single yard made it out?”

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

came to a stop next to them. Joyce hopped out of it,

regretfully informed her that they

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