Suddenly, Yara Reagan stood up, went to the door of the ward and looked around, then returned with a solemn expression.
"When you were unconscious and getting checked, I asked the fire departnt. They said the fire source seed to be a lighter, because thanks to your tily action, it was preserved relatively intact. But due to the powder from the dry chemical extinguisher covering it, and it being scorched, they couldn’t find any fingerprints on it..." Yara’s voice grew increasingly low. "The fire departnt suggests it was likely intentional."
Evelyn Clayton’s expression beca cold.
As expected.
She sneered, her pale face suddenly blossoming with a striking vibrancy.
"Bold move, reaching into my territory."
After a pause, Evelyn asked, "How about the workers?"
"I had the workshop supervisor pacify them. No one was injured, just a few people clamoring about being frightened and claiming it as a work injury, demanding paid leave."
Yara was both irritated and annoyed by this, but she couldn’t say much.
Evelyn’s eyes carried a hint of contemplation, as she nodded slightly, "Give them a two-day break, arrange compensation for those who are clamoring about being shocked, then..."
Yara curiously asked, "Then what?"
"Then have soone keep an eye on them," Evelyn’s eyes grew colder.
She believed that there were indeed people genuinely frightened by today’s incident.
But she also believed that this seemingly accidental fire was intentional.
And very likely, that person was an employee lurking within the factory!
Otherwise, how could the fire have started so swiftly? And how could the burned items be so precise?
Yara also began to understand, picking up her phone to get to work, but Evelyn stopped her.
"Where’s my phone? I need to contact Franklin Ford."
However, Franklin Ford was more inford than Evelyn envisioned.
Just as she got her phone, Franklin’s call ca through first.
"Director Clayton," Franklin’s voice was deep and slightly hoarse, "I heard about the factory incident; are you alright?"
Evelyn replied in a deep voice, "Nothing major."
After a pause, Evelyn’s tone lowered further, "Director Ford, you’re well-inford, so I won’t beat around the bush. I suspect this fire was intentional."
Franklin was not one to dilly-dally, "Director Clayton, what makes you say that?"
After recounting the fire scene details to Franklin, Evelyn finally raised a question.
"I’m just not sure if the person who arranged the arson was targeting you or . After all, the ones who suffer the most from the factory’s misfortune are the two of us."
With these words, both fell silent simultaneously.
After a long ti, Franklin’s breathing grew fainter.
Yet, he spoke a na without hesitation, one word at a ti.
"Sumr Monroe..." Franklin chuckled shortly and sharply, "To her, both you and I are thorns in her side, splinters in her flesh."
Evelyn instantly beca serious.
She understood Franklin’s awkward position within The Ford Group.
Sumr was his superior, his sister-in-law, soone he couldn’t bypass, professionally or personally.
And Sumr likely wanted this younger brother-in-law to relinquish his shares and power long ago.
Evelyn took a deep breath.
"Director Ford, you’ll need to investigate this matter. In addition, there’s another critical issue. The fabric was damaged; we need to urgently source new material to resu operations. How long will it take on your end?"
On Franklin’s side, only the sound of breathing remained montarily.
After a while, Franklin spoke with a determined tone.
"I will investigate whether it was Sumr who sent soone to start the fire. As for the fabric issue, no more than three days. But Director Clayton, you must also strive to manage the aftermath well, so that I have no lingering worries."
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