With the new mission weighing on her shoulders, Laurel stared at the burning sun shining outside.
She had already lost several hours. It was already the next day.
Her brows knit together as unease crept into her chest. The heat wave would last five more days, and it would only grow unbearable.
She had to make sure everything was ready. Once the rain came, it would not bring relief, but chains of disasters would follow.
Despite the extreme heat, the workers who had taken the space water continued working through the construction. The tractors overheated easily, causing frequent stops to cool down.
Alexander had arranged additional manpower, rotating shifts to keep progress steady.
A knock suddenly came from the other side of the door, relentless.
"What?" Laurel snapped out of her thought, opening the door.
A maid stood outside, her posture respectful. "Mrs. Wayne, your presence is requested. Grandma Wayne needs you to come downstairs." She said with a polite bow.
