My Darling, My Dearest

Chapter 93

Before they could react, they heard another explosive sound from inside.

Michael, Jack, and Marcus looked at each other. "Where's Lea? And Henry?"

A deep voice came from behind. "I'm here."

They turned around and saw Henry walking towards them. He had his arm wrapped around a woman. She looked up and saw them, her eyes lighting up. She broke free from Henry's grip and rushed to them. "Where's Rachel?" she asked anxiously. "Have you seen her?"

Jack looked back at the villa subconsciously. His face completely darkened.

"Fuck!" Michael cursed. "Is she still there?"

Jack suddenly pushed Michael away and headed towards the villa. As soon as he stepped out, someone gripped him from behind.

He looked back, it was Celine. "Jack, are you stupid? Where are you going?"

"I'm going back to find her." He whipped his arm away from her hand.

Celine almost cried out. She rushed up and wrapped her arms around the back of his waist, preventing him from going away. She cried, "Are you insane? What if you get hurt?"

Lea heard her words, wanting to tear her into pieces. ■d

She pulled a long face and began to rush ahead without saying a word. Jack stopped her from going further.

She glared back and said, "I know Rachel is not important to you. You can choose not to save her, but she is my friend! I will save her and it's none of your business." Embarrassment flashed across

Jack's face.

"I didn't mean it like that." He pulled her back and order them, "All of you wait here. I'll go in."

"Jack!" Celine called his name out again, anxiously. But he didn't bother to cast another glance at her.

Michael interrupted, "I'll go too. It'll be easier to find her if I go with you."

He turned around and said to Marcus and Henry, "You two stay here and wait outside."

They both nodded. Jack raised his chin and nodded at Michael. "Let's go."

He and Michael had participated in rescue trainings before while they were abroad. They were much better when they worked as a team.

Celine was about to say something more, but was stopped by Lea's cold glare.

It was very dangerous to enter the villa again. There were unknown explosions located in multiple parts of the building. The fire had gotten bigger and there was the possibility that another explosion would happen again.

Those who escaped continued to feel agitated. With a straight face, Marcus contacted multiple ■d

people for help. He wasn't sure if the firefighters would come on time. At the moment, they only had themselves.

After a short pause, Lea looked around and rushed to the crowd.

Henry asked, "Where are you going?"

With a pale face, she turned to him and answered, "I need to look for Lucas."

He strode forward, frowned and asked, "Is he here too?" © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Lea nodded with a pale face. "But not long after I came here, I couldn't find him anymore."

"Maybe he is outside," Henry said. "Give him a

call."

Biting her lower lip, she looked at the direction of the villa. The fire outside the window was burning vigorously, and her eyes were red. "I can't get through. I'm afraid that he is still inside."

When Michael and Jack came in, they found that the fire had already burnt a majority of the building.

The air was thick with smoke, the two men coughed several times with tears in their eyes. Michael raised a handkerchief to cover his nose. "How did you manage to lose her in less than ten minutes?"

Jack replied, "After she went into the washroom, Celine suddenly appeared and talked to me. I couldn't find her afterwards."

"Where was she?" ■d

"She's probably in the banquet hall."

"Let's go take a look."

They hurried in towards the hall.

He saw a group of people coming out, but he didn't see Rachel.

The explosion came from somewhere in the villa, but it was impossible for Rachel to go too far away from here.

'Is she possibly still inside?'

The first thought that came to Michael's mind was whether she could go to the nearest banquet hall.

He was actually right.

Rachel had tried to overcome the pain in her feet after she was almost hit by the photo frame. She supported herself against the wall and slowly ran towards the gate. She was afraid that she might die here if she slowed down.

'If I cannot bear the pain, I will die here.'

Realizing this, Rachel continued to limp forward with the wall supporting her balance.

A cloud of thick smoke came from somewhere, and she looked at the fire in awe. The floor was covered with carpet, and the fire was going to roll up very fast.

The fire rose from the floor to the curtain. She had to go through the fire if she wanted to go out.

Rachel hesitated for a moment and chose to retreat cowardly. She didn't dare to go there because she was not familiar with the layout of this ■d

villa. There was a possibility that it was a dead end.

She hesitated for a while, but she was much of a coward.

Rachel looked back and she could feel the fire burning behind her. She could've escaped to the banquet hall but she didn't have her cellphone with her. Because she couldn't escape, she chose to hide first.

The other people all ran away, and after that, there was no sound anymore. They must have left the villa. Rachel looked up and found that there was a burning fire on the right. The fire couldn't have been an accident.

She was sure that someone must had done something. But now was not the time to think about it. She had to find a way out.

If some combustion- supporting liquid was sprayed here, it would take only a moment for the fire to reach her.

A blast of hot air came in her direction. The more smoke she inhaled, the quicker she would choke to death if she didn't escape.

Rachel pulled up the hemline of her dress and turned around. She could reach the second floor from the banquet hall. Even if she couldn't jump down from the second floor, there must be someone outside willing to help.

She could shout from the window, there must have been survivors.

Rachel took off her high- heeled shoes and threw them away. She held the wall and limped towards the banquet hall barefoot. ■d

The soft music was still playing, and there wasn't any trace of fire in the hall. The stairs beside the wall led to the second floor.

Rachel tiptoed to the carpet that covered the stairs. Her bare feet stepped on the soft carpet and felt a little wet.

After hesitating for a while, she bent down and pressed the carpet with her hand. Her fingertips were slightly wet, so she took back her hands and put them under her nose to sniff.

Her expression suddenly changed. The carpet was drenched in alcohol!

Her face was slightly pale. She hesitated for a moment and did not continue to go up.

There were carpets everywhere, which were covered in flammable liquids.

No wonder the fire burned so fast. Who was so cruel to come up with such a method?

Who was it that wanted to mess up the banquet and burn all these people in this villa?

The fire would definitely continue to burn. It was best to find a way to jump down from the second floor.

Rachel bent down and pulled away the carpet that connected the stairs, to prevent a continuity of the fire.

The flames came over very quickly. Her hands were drenched in alcohol was well.

Rachel rolled up the carpet and found that the fire had already begun burning at the door. The door was carved from wood, which burned easily. ■d

After she rolled the carpet to the side, she began to hurry upstairs.

There had been many people in the villa, but now, she was the only one left inside.

She wondered if anyone was still on the second floor and where the explosion came from.

If the explosion came from within the villa, then the villa would have collapsed or the windows would have been broken.

But the only thing that could be heard was the explosion.

Rick was agitated, thinking about who had the audacity to ruin his villa. He didn't know what to say when he saw the villa on fire and the guests he invited stand outside in a mess. Everyone was in panic and they bombarded him with so many questions he didn't have the answers to.

So what happened?

He didn't even know it himself.

The well-planned party turned into a disaster planned by someone else.

Rick's drooping hands slightly trembled. He clenched his teeth and held a blank face.

More than a hundred guests were able to escape. But after they left the villa, nobody hurried to leave.

It had happened so quickly. The explosion, the screams, and the fire.

There had been people spread throughout the villa. But they didn't know where the explosion came from.