<b>Chapter </b><b>396</b>


    No way.


    I refuse to believe in such coincidences.


    I had my car keys and was almost out the door when Bryant suddenly grabbed my wrist and said, “Where are you headed? Let me drive you.”


    “I need to find a ce with a signal.”


    Before leaving, I fixed my gaze on him. “What was the deal with that livestream this afternoon? Why <b>can’t </b>I find any yback online<b>?</b>”


    His eyes flickered for a moment before he replied, “A lot of livestreams don’t offer reys.”


    “That’s bull.”


    I remembered when Gregory made an appearance at an event, and videos of him were all over the inte, with fans editing and reying clips non–stop. But this livestream? Not a single clip to be found online. As if it never happened.


    Suddenly, I was sure of something. My fingers trembled. “Bryant, that livestream was fake, wasn’t it? Something’s happened to Gregory, hasn’t it?”


    “Jane…”


    “Don’t ‘Jane‘ me, answer me!” I stepped back, unable to control my rising voice. “Why lie to me? If something happened to him, why not tell me? Why create a non–existent livestream to deceive me?”


    “I didn’t mean to deceive you.”


    Bryant was desperately trying to calm me down. “Jane, we need to wait a bit longer. Give me some time, and I’ll tell you the truth as soon as I can.”


    “I just want to know what happened!”


    I wanted to stay calm, but I couldn’t. Almost pleading, I looked at him. “Bryant, I’m begging you, tell me what’s going on!”


    His face showed a hurt expression, incredulously looking at me. “You <b>would </b>beg me for <b>him</b>?”


    <b>1/3</b>


    “Yes, I’m begging you! Are you happy now?”


    “Not happy!”


    His face as cold as ice, he pushed me back into the room. “Before we go to get the divorce papers the day after tomorrow, you’re not going anywhere.”


    With that, he shut the door forcefully.


    “Bryant!” I banged on the door. “Let me out!”


    But there was no response.


    I ran to the window, noticing extra security guards in the yard. I stretched my phone out, trying to catch a signal.


    “Ding.” A message actually came through.


    I quickly nced at it and felt a thunderbolt strike me, my vision darkening.


    -Jane, the Ford Group’sboratory exploded.Còntens bel0ngs to N?(v)elDr/a/ma.Org


    It was a message from Mark.


    I tried to remain calm and immediately called him back.


    He picked up. “Jane, did you get my message? I was worried it didn’t go through. I tried calling earlier but couldn’t get through. I thought something might’ve gone wrong.”


    Clutching my phone, my voice hoarse, I asked, “Mark, are you telling the truth? Were there any casualties?”


    I knew the answer even before he replied. Otherwise, Christine wouldn’t have. reacted the way she did that afternoon. Bryant wouldn’t have gone through all


    this trouble.


    “Yes, it happenedst night. But the news only started spreading online before it was quickly suppressed by RF.”


    Mark gave a definitive answer, hesitating. “There were casualties.”


    I asked, “How many?7


    He replied, “At the time… it was nighttime, only Gregory and his team were in theb.”


    <b>09:03 </b><b>1</b>


    My fingertips trembled severely. My lips quivered, and my throat felt blocked as if stuffed with a sponge soaked in water.


    It took me a while to speak. “And… what about Gregory? How is he?”


    “He…”


    Mark seemed to struggle. “After the explosion, the police arrived quickly. Gregory has not been found since, and the police… might dere him dead.”


    “Dead… dead?<b>” </b>I murmured in disbelief.


    Gregory dead…


    That’s impossible…


    How could he just die like that?


    Mark tried to console me. “Jane, stay calm, I’m now…”