Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 2032

Chapter 2032 Twisted Thinking

It was Casey who called.

Luther's face darkened instantly. Casey knew he was getting married today, so there must be something urgent for her to call him. Something had definitely happened.

He pressed the answer button and asked directly, "What happened?"

Casey said on the phone, "Mr. Warner, there was an incident at the car factory. A warehouse storing gasoline exploded."

"Exploded?!" Luther was stunned. This was not a small matter and would cause a stir in Khebury. If not handled properly, it could have a serious impact on the entire supply chain.

"Was there any casualties?" Luther was the first to ask.

"Only one employee with moderate burns. It is currently believed that when this employee entered the warehouse, it was not to get gasoline. He was simply using a machine to open a can, and his actions may have caused static electricity, leading to a spark. Initially, it was just a small fire, triggering the fire sprinkler system. The employee ran out quickly, and after he left the warehouse, the chain reaction inside the warehouse occurred, and the fire sprinkler heads did not have time to stop it. Thus, the explosion happened. So there were no casualties. However, the warehouse was completely destroyed." Casey explained, "The property damage is estimated to be in the millions, mainly due to the social impact. It has caused some panic in the surrounding areas. Currently, the fire has been controlled and extinguished, and the personnel have been evacuated."

"It's good that there were no casualties." Luther thought for a moment. "Contact the fire department, the police department, and the accident investigation bureau. Have experts form a team to investigate and see if there are any other human factors involved. Provide compensation to the surrounding residents. We must reassure them."

"Yes, Mr. Warner." Casey continued, "Mr. Warner, I was thinking of calling you tomorrow. I didn't want to disturb you. But it seems the media will be coming to interview you early tomorrow morning. So I thought I must inform you in advance. You don't have to come back tonight; I can handle everything."

"Okay." Luther propped his chin with one hand. "Let me think about it. Keep in touch."

With that, he hung up the phone.

At this point, Joyce had already changed into pajamas and come out from the bathroom.

She approached Luther from behind.

"What's wrong? Did something happen? I thought I heard an explosion just now?"

Luther turned around and pulled her close to him.

"The warehouse at the car factory exploded, but thankfully there were no casualties and the losses were not significant. Casey called to give me a heads up. When we return to the city tomorrow, there will definitely be many media and reporters waiting. Let's be prepared. Don't worry, I've already instructed Casey to handle the investigation and the personnel reassurance plan."

Joyce furrowed her brows. "It doesn't seem like a big deal. Accidents happen, but the timing is a bit coincidental."

Luther nodded. "That's what I think too."

"I checked my phone just now and received a text from my mom. They have safely returned home." Joyce said, "I will arrange for Kane and Anderson to leave immediately. Let's not stay here tonight; let's pack up and leave together."

After a mishap, who would have the mood for a honeymoon on the island?

Joyce hesitated. Did he mean it in that way?

Her face turned red, and she sharply hit him. "You're incorrigible. Don't overdo it. I'm really hungry!"

Luther lifted her up. "I'm hungry too. You've rejected me twice; what more do you want?"

Joyce was annoyed. "Let me catch my breath at least."

Luther glanced at her. "What's on your mind? I meant, shall we go eat something else? The fishing boats from South Island should have returned in the afternoon. I had them save some seafood; we can have it freshly cooked. Interested?"

Joyce was embarrassed. So, he didn't mean it in that way. She had misunderstood.

The damned man must be doing this on purpose, corrupting her.

Luther teased her earlobe. "If you want to eat, I, of course, don't mind."

"Get lost." Joyce's ears burned, and he was still implying things. Did he think she didn't understand?

Luther laughed and suddenly sealed her lips. The ambiguity continued.