Widow of Flower & Bad Guy
Chapter 43 Important Documents

When everyone was exhausted, it did not occur to them that a second explosion would occur. And this time the sound of the explosion came from inside the palace.

People are scrambling to save themselves. Because the fire from the explosion quickly spread and grabbed the surrounding items.

The hotspots raged, scorching whatever was touched by it. Beautiful palaces and magnificent blink of an eye turned terrible and heartbreaking because of the cries of the palace residents who were hit by the fire.

"What's that noise, God?" lucas murmured suddenly to the Creator. Like a miracle, the word God slid from his foul mouth.

"Did you guys hear a blaring noise just now?" lucas asked his men and the firefighters who had run out of steam.

"Brothers, Boss. We heard it too" said one of Lucas' men. However, stick with the supine position on the floor.

"Master, it seems like there's another explosion" added the firefighters, who were struggling to move because the two hours of fighting the red man consumed all the energy they had.

"If you hear the sound of the explosion, why stay here?" frank Lucas breezed because all his men no one moved.

"We're tired, Boss!!" answer the lunglai man.

Lucas stood up and kicked his men's legs. "Let's wake up! Come stand! Hurry up!!!"

However, no one had hinted at his master's word. By force, Lucas rules them with a harsh threat. "Let's wake up. Otherwise, I break your stupid heads one by one!!"

Everyone was forced to pull his body up, then walk away while grazing on the extinguisher that suddenly felt heavy. They moved very slowly, while the fires grew more intense.

Meanwhile, in a room on the second floor. A woman begins to panic because her sense of smell sniffs the smell of something burning. White smoke began to sneak in, entering from the crevices of the door. He was flabbergasted as he tapped at the tools flanking his hands and feet.

"Oh my God, there's smoke!" screeched Amanda saw a puff of white mist from the stretch under the door. "Is there a fire out there? I heard a loud bang from the ground floor," as Amanda looked around, which began to faintly be seen.

Smoke increasingly fills the room which is about 500 cm x 500 cm in size. Oxygen in the vast room was slowly being replaced by carbon monoxide and nitrogen oxides.

"Please..help me...! Anyone out there, help me!!" amanda's screams started to get scared because the smoke was getting coagulated. "To-please.." the screech again then coughed for feeling tightness in his chest. Toxic substances are inhaled into the lungs.

The mysterious man, none other than Samuel, is searching Lucas' room where the weathered man keeps valuable archives. Especially the sales notes that can be used as evidence to entrap him to the gallows.

The young man opened every closed door to scrape, until his footsteps reached the room whose door was covered in gold. He grinned happily because he had guessed that the place he stood was the personal space of his enemy.

"I'm pretty sure all the files are in this room." Samuel attached a low-powered bomb to the door. Within seconds, the door was blown to pieces.

Amanda who heard the explosion nearby, automatically screamed because she was surprised by the sound of the ear-splitting. He turned to the broken door and looked in shock.

Samuel stood in front of Amanda, squinting. "It's none of my business! You try to let go of yourself. If it can't? Just wait for your death here!"

Amanda chuckles. However, he sobbed at one time. "Yes right, I'd rather die slowly. Followed the father who had gone to heaven first. Because what I'm surviving for, everything's been ruined!"

Samuel screeched, "Basic woman, too much drama!!"

The young man who has a characteristic always wearing piercing in the ears, considers Amanda's speech just nonsense. Without the slightest sympathy, he passed Amanda and rushed to find a safe where important documents were hidden.

"Where did Lucas put the files I needed?!" gerundel Samuel groped the walls and the bookcase looking for the secret room key. He pulled the paintings and threw them in any direction. "Dumbass! Where's that fucking guy keeping his safe?" annoyed Samuel wiped his face rough.

A sneaky smile was instantly etched from the blackish-red lips. He ran towards Amanda and then pinched both of her cheeks. "Tell me where is your husband hiding important papers?"

"U-for what?" amanda asked with a breath of breath with a stuffy feeling in the chest.

"It's none of your business!" samuel said with his final words.

Amanda chuckles. "I was once you! Like a child learning to talk. Repeating the same word."

Samuel chuckled, "Just tell me where that son of a bitch Lucas put the precious documents?!"

Amanda tilted her head and pointed her index finger at a different colored floor. "There. Lucas keeps all his valuables there!"

Samuel crouched down and tilted his head. Look where Amanda's index finger is sticking out. He gave a smile and quickly moved to the place Amanda had just charged.

Samuel took out a sophisticated device that was used to detect the automatic lock of the gurney. And in a matter of less than a minute, the object made of iron was successfully broken into by him.

Happy to be drawn to both lips, Samuel stuffed the files into a fireproof backpack he carried on his back. "I finally managed to get all this! One by one, I'll destroy yours, Lucas!!"

After putting in everything he needed. Samuel quickly shuffled out of Lucas' room. He stood for a moment in front of Amanda and then turned his head for a moment. Her heart was not the slightest bit shuddered to see Amanda in such a sorry state.

The golden brown unravelling woman raised her head with great difficulty, then smiled thinly between her haggard face. He took a short breath and moments later, his eyes clenched a sign of loss of consciousness. His weak body was toppled with a face about the truncheon.

Samuel snorted, there was a sense of compassion ambushed into the recesses of the heart to see the condition of innocent girls affected by his attack. However, he denied even though his little heart was struggling with hatred and resentment that covered his conscience.

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