After dialing three times, each time hearing the cold mechanical shutdown prompt in the phone, Amelia Clarke's heartbeat accelerated.
Why is it turned off?
She clenched the phone, her joints turning slightly white from the pressure.
Last night, when Owen Moreland left, he didn't say what exactly happened. He only mentioned words like 'rescue', 'family emotions running high', 'media', which suggested that something threatening human life must have occurred.
Remembering that Zhuhai Yuanjing had also experienced an accident before, the group had grown; with more factories, the probability of accidents increased as well.
Last time they handled it perfectly, they should manage this one well too, right?
Amelia thought as she walked into the dining room. There was a dedicated cook in the estate to prepare meals. Seeing her coming, the waiter hurried to serve breakfast on the table.
