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Chapter 822
A rumbling sound started, and the rest of the crumbling wall rained down from above ceaselessly, hitting the
ground hard.
Dodging, Ashlyn went from room to room.
She was like an Amazon in the midst of a blazing fire, advancing relentlessly.
When they had finally reached the floor above, much to their dismay, they discovered that several employees had
suffocated to death from the thick smoke.
Meanwhile, Luigi and the others were carrying the bodies of those employees out.
“There's no saving them, Boss.”
“I understand.” A trace of sorrow marred Ashlyn's face as a wave of grief swelled within her. They... They were all
brothers and sisters to me.
A while later, she composed herself and instructed, “Make their funerals a grand one and compensate their
families.”
Right then, Lucas was piloting a plane, circling non-stop in the sky.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhen an aircraft maintained a low altitude for a long time, the airflow at the leading edges would be obstructed as
the relative airflow streamed past the wings, causing a decrease in velocity and an increase in pressure. At the
same time, the airflow at the trailing edges would be disconnected, forming vortices and reducing the pressure.
Following that, the pressure difference between the front and rear of the wings created resistance.
In turn, it brought about a great degree of danger.
The sum of resistance generated by the various components of the plane, including the wings, fuselage, tail, and
the like from the airflow in isolation, didn't match the sum of resistance generated on the whole. Instead, it tended
to be less than the resistance generated when the components were taken as a whole.
Nonetheless, he had been maintaining a low-altitude flight there for several hours. Even the horizon had started
brightening by then.
Thanks to everyone's combined efforts, the inferno gradually died down.
Lucas' eyes were bloodshot after having used his eyes for such a long time, coupled with the lack of sleep for an
entire night.
When he received the signal from the fire chief, he handed the plane back to the captain at long last, shifting back
to the co-pilot seat. He let out a long exhalation.
“What do we do now, Mr. Nolan?”
“Send me to the ground. I want to return to my wife.”
Lucas closed his eyes, a hint of weariness apparent in his voice.
At that moment, Ashlyn was still going from floor to floor, searching for survivors who might have slipped through
the net.
Everywhere was scorched black. It was a heartbreaking sight that struck beholders with a sense of suffocation.
All of a sudden, a burst of gunfire split the air.
On the heels of that, a rumbling sound rang out.
The first rays of dawn streamed through the broken windows. Rubble littered the room, and the light bulbs
overhead had all been burned to a crisp. The entire room was beyond recognition.
In the darkness, a figure stood in the middle of the room silently, staring at Ashlyn motionlessly.
He held a gun in his hand. His eyes were calm and icy, and a mask concealed his face.
“Ashlyn.”
In the dark and quiet room, the man's voice was exceedingly soft, sounding just like a whisper.
His voice carried infinite yearning and nostalgia as well as a smidge of resentment.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTrudging on the charred ground, he headed toward Ashlyn in the corridor.
Howard instinctively moved to stand before Ashlyn. Wariness was written all over his face. “What are you trying to
do, Silvermoon? I'll never let you off the hook if you dare hurt her!”
The man's lips curved into a sneer, his tall figure as formidable as ever.
With a swing of his hand, he sent Howard flying to the wall on the opposite side.
Ashlyn quirked a brow. Howard... is actually a weakling before him?
“Are you two putting on a double act in front of me?”
She cast a glance at Howard, who coughed up blood. “One infiltrated Imperial Hotel for years on end, going as far
as pretending to be dull-witted to gain my trust while the other ruined Imperial Hotel, my lifeblood. What is your
motive? What do you both hope to obtain from me? Is there a grudge between us?”
The look in her eyes was frosty despite the scorched hospital gown on her that hung loosely, rendering her all the
more emaciated.
Howard's face paled, and he gaped at her in disbelief. “Y-You know everything?”
“Ever since you demanded that I deliver my jewelry back then, I'd been suspecting that it was you. My suspicions
were confirmed when Dr. Walker told me that you were running a fever, for he had been keeping an eye on you. He
noticed the coppery smell of blood and the contents of the trash can in your room.”
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