My extraordinary wife novel (Ashlyn and Lucas)
Chapter 817

Chapter 817

In just a few minutes, Imperial Hotel was completely ablaze.

The flames were so huge that they illuminated the dark sky.

Howard immediately ran out of his room when he realized the hotel was on fire. Never in his wildest dreams did he know Silvermoon would be this cruel!

He thought Silvermoon only wanted him to poison his colleagues, but it was just a ruse to sound him out.

Silvermoon's plan was to set Imperial Hotel on fire to burn everyone and the building to ashes.

Anxiousness flashed across his eyes as he yelled, "Open the door! Open the door! Everyone, wake up! Denny! Denny! Head chef! Dr. Walker!"

Howard slammed on their doors and yowled desperately.

Alas, no one responded to him.

Panic clawed up his throat as he kicked Denny's door open. Through the thick smoke, he spotted Denny lying in his bed, unconscious.

Denny didn't move an inch even when Howard patted his cheek.

Besides the smoke, there was also a strange scent lingering in the air.

It was familiar to Howard as it was a unique incense developed by ZZ Organization.

D*mn it! Did they drug everyone? No wonder no one responded to my yells.

Hoisting Denny onto his back, he pulled out his phone and called 911.

"Hello, Imperial Hotel is on fire! Please send the firefighters here! Yes, every floor is on fire! It is spreading quickly. Please hurry up!"

After hanging up, Howard dialed another number that he memorized by heart.

At a ward in First Hospital, Ashlyn regained consciousness and opened her eyes.

Before she could replace out where she was, an excruciating pain flared up her body.

Ow, it hurts. I can't take it anymore.

It felt like her forehead was going to explode any minute.

She was about to lift her sore arm to touch her forehead when a warm palm caught her. "You are up?" Lucas' familiar voice, deep and charming, rang in her ear.

Ashlyn was taken aback. She glanced in the direction of the voice and saw him sitting beside her bed.

Lucas' face looked worn, and his hair was slightly disheveled. However, he still looked devilishly handsome.

The dark circles beneath his bloodshot eyes showed that he hadn't rested well.

"Lu..." Ashlyn was shocked to hear how hoarse her voice was.

"I'll get you some water." Lucas got up and poured a glass of warm water for her.

When he fed her the water, Ashlyn realized she was parched. Like a thirsty traveler in the desert who finally found an oasis, she gulped the water down.

She regained some of her energy and frowned as she scanned her surroundings. Am I in the hospital?

Her memory flooded back. Observing herself, she asked, "Was I badly hurt?"

"No." Lucas sounded relieved. "The car was completely smashed, but you only suffered from a mild concussion and a few scratches. You'll recover in a couple of days."

A few scratches? Ashlyn could barely believe her ears. The car went at its maximum speed, and the tree trunk was thick. Why did I only get a few scratches? I thought I'd at least suffer from broken limbs or broken ribs. What is that burning pain, then? Is it from the scratches?

She was still confused when her phone rang.

Before she could figure out where her phone was, Lucas had already answered the call on her behalf. "Hello. What? Imperial Hotel is on fire? How did it happen? Who am I? I'm Ashlyn's husband!" After hanging up, Lucas bore a grim expression. His eyes flashed coldly as he revealed, "Someone has set Imperial Hotel on fire. Everyone inside is in danger."