Unexpected Fiancée
Chapter 122: Sudden Explosion

Chapter 122: Sudden Explosion

“Let's go." Patrick gave Jones a cold glance, signaling him to lead theway.

The group quickly arrived at Factory One.

"Who is in charge of raw material procurement?" Patrick flipped throughthe documents Jones handed him, asking.

Jones replied, "It's Martha Grace. She is responsible for the unifiedprocurement of all raw materials from the French side."

"All raw materials are purchased by her?" Jane looked up at Jones, hereyebrows slightly furrowed. “If it's a procurement issue, why is onlyFactory One affected?"

"Martha is an old employee and has always been in charge ofprocurement. I don't think it's her fault." Jones raised his mouth slightly,dismissing the idea.

Jane nodded, "Where is Martha? I'd like to meet her.”

Jones made a call to Martha, "Martha, come to my office.”

Ten minutes later, a medium-sized, slightly chubby middle-aged womanwith curly hair walked in.

"Martha, Mr. Pansy and Miss North are here," Jones smiled faintly atMartha, saying, "They want to understand the issues with the “Ice andFire' raw material procurement.”

Jones introduced Martha to Patrick and Jane, "This is Martha, and youcan ask her about any issues related to raw material procurement.”Martha looked apologetically at Patrick, “I'm sorry, Mr. Pansy. If there'sa problem with the raw materials, I take full responsibility. But I canassure you that the materials I procure are fine, and all processes arecarried out according to the company's standards."

Patrick asked in a deep voice, "Where are these raw materialspurchased from?"

Martha brought the procurement contracts and explained to Patrick, "Allraw materials from the French side are purchased from these threecompanies. We have been cooperating with these three companies forover three years, and we have never had problems before.”

"When the raw materials were purchased, were they subjected torandom inspections?" Jane lowered her eyes, looked at theprocurement contracts, and asked.

"Yes, all processes comply with the standards,” Martha confidentlystated.

"Alright, I understand. Martha, you can go back to work," Patrick lookedthrough the documents, then glanced at Martha, saying.

Martha nodded respectfully, "Okay, Mr. Pansy. I'll go back now. If youneed anything, feel free to replace me."

As Martha left, Jane's gaze fell on the documents in Patrick's hands."Any issues?"

Patrick frowned slightly and said coldly to Jones, "I need a list ofeveryone who can access the raw materials.”

"Okay, I'll have someone compile it right away.” Jones quickly arrangedfor the list to be brought.

People who could access the raw materials included warehouse staff,transportation, and production workers. All had the opportunity tohandle the raw materials and tamper with them.

Staring at the dozens of names on the list, Patrick contemplated for amoment. He then spoke in a low voice, "Where are the problematic rawmaterials now?"

Jones looked out the window, "They are in that warehouse over there.”"Only the materials in that one warehouse are problematic?" Janefollowed Jones’ gaze to several warehouses lined up.

Jones gave Jane a positive answer, "Yes."

Patrick's eyes hardened, "Let's go to the warehouse.”

The warehouse for storing raw materials is located a few dozen metersaway from the factory, and usually, transport workers deliver thematerials to the factory for production.

In other words, there might be a problem during transportation.

"The warehouse is over there," Jones pointed to the nearbywarehouse, leading the way.

Jane and Patrick walked behind Jones.

When they were almost at the warehouse, Jones's phone suddenlyrang.

Apologizing slightly, he said, "Mr. Pansy, I'm sorry, I need to take thiscall."

"Sure." Patrick nodded calmly, and he and Jane continued forward.

As they approached the warehouse, Jane inexplicably felt a bit tense,as if something bad was about to happen.

Suddenly, thick smoke billowed from the direction of the warehouse,and a hot air wave surged from the roof, accompanied by flickeringflames.

"Oh no, it's going to explode!" Jane exclaimed, watching the smoke andflames not far away. She stopped in her tracks, pulling Patrick back.

At the same time, there was a deafening explosion, shaking the earth.Rolling smoke rose into the sky, forming a mushroom cloud, and redflames surged into the sky.

"Jane, be careful!” In the ear-piercing explosion, Patrick's voicesounded anxious and tense.

Jane looked up, only to see a piece of ceiling, lifted by the air wave,flying straight towards her.

The world spun, and Patrick securely held Jane, using his sturdy bodyto shield her from the steel plate, holding her tightly in his arms.

They fell to the ground together, and Jane's back hit the hard concrete.It hurt...

Before losing consciousness, Jane faintly heard Patrick's low andhoarse voice, "Jane, don't be afraid, I'm here.”

When Jane woke up again, she was already in the hospital.

"Patrick!" Jane called out instinctively.

But there was no answer.

Jane forcefully opened her eyes, and what met her gaze was thehospital's characteristic white walls.

Where was she? Why did her back hurt so much?

Rubbing her temples hard, consciousness began to return.

She remembered; she and Patrick had gone to the warehouse togetherto check the raw materials containing radioactive substances, but thewarehouse suddenly exploded!

At the critical moment, Patrick used his body to tightly protect her.Patrick...

Jane endured the pain, struggled to sit up, and as she was about to getout of bed, the door of the ward opened. A young nurse in uniformwalked in.

"Where's Patrick?" Jane grabbed her, anxiously asking.

"What?" The nurse was confused, as if not understanding what Janewas saying.

Jane realized she was now in France, and the nurse couldn'tunderstand Chinese.

She repeated in French, "Where's Patrick? Who brought me to thehospital? Is the man who was with me okay?"

"I don't know," the nurse shrugged, completely uninformed.

Jane felt a bit anxious. Could something have happened to Patrick?She wanted to get out of bed to replace him, but the nurse held her back."Miss, you're injured. You need to rest."

“I'm fine, just a minor injury." Jane frowned, growing increasinglyworried.

She needed to replace Patrick quickly and make sure he was okay.However, an intense feeling of unease swept over Jane's body.

If Patrick was fine, he would definitely be by her side now. How couldhe be nowhere to be seen?

Patrick... He must be in trouble.