Chapter 292: Chapter 292: The Fire Has Been Contained
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 department. They said the fire source seemed to be a lighter, because thanks to your timely 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 department suggests it was likely intentional."
Evelyn Clayton’s expression became 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 someone 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 informed than Evelyn envisioned.
Just as she got her phone, Franklin’s call came 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-informed, 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 me. 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 time, Franklin’s breathing grew fainter.
Yet, he spoke a name without hesitation, one word at a time.
"Summer Monroe..." Franklin chuckled shortly and sharply, "To her, both you and I are thorns in her side, splinters in her flesh."
Evelyn instantly became serious.
She understood Franklin’s awkward position within The Ford Group.
Summer was his superior, his sister-in-law, someone he couldn’t bypass, professionally or personally.
And Summer 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 resume operations. How long will it take on your end?"
On Franklin’s side, only the sound of breathing remained momentarily.
After a while, Franklin spoke with a determined tone.
"I will investigate whether it was Summer who sent someone 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."