Looking at Marsh Smith's fear, Amelia Wright appeared innocent: "I don't know either, how could it have caught fire?"
Marsh Smith couldn't bother with Amelia Wright; he was truly scared. The paper was burning too fast, and there wasn't enough water in the room to extinguish the fire.
Marsh Smith stood up and ran towards the door, turning the doorknob forcefully, but it wouldn't open.
Amelia Wright watched Marsh Smith's back. In the fire's light, her smile seemed enchanting and deadly as if she were a demon claiming lives, yet her voice remained gentle: "Oh my, how is the door locked from the outside? Why can't it open?"
Marsh Smith was drenched in cold sweat and shouted loudly for help.
But today, to capture an indecent video of Amelia Wright.
The door was deliberately locked.
The nearby servants were purposely sent away.
Marsh Smith shouted for a long time, but no one came.
The fire in the room grew fiercer; the pinhole camera that captured nothing was burned to ash.
Marsh Smith's heart sank with dread, not understanding how things had turned out this way.
...
Meanwhile, there was some chaos in the Wright family hall.
Police personnel suddenly appeared, saying they needed to investigate something.
Guests enjoying the art exhibition were all a bit stunned.
Then, before anyone could grasp the situation, they saw thick smoke rising from a corner of the Wright family's villa.
A maid exclaimed.
"Fire!"
"Quickly, put out the fire!"
Police personnel also couldn't focus on the investigation and hurried toward the smoke.
By this time, the fire had fully ignited, and the Wright family's villa was in chaos.
No one noticed that at the direction of the main gate, another black Rolls-Royce had parked.
Hailey Smith immediately rushed forward, opened the car door, and smartly said, "Young Master, you've arrived. I already got inside earlier to check things out. The Young Madam isn't at the art exhibition; she should be back in her room. Follow me, I know which way to go."
Hailey Smith led the group straight into the Wright family estate.
Due to the chaos caused by the fire, no one noticed Godfery Shaw's presence.
The further Hailey Smith walked, the more she sensed something was wrong, and suddenly, with a trembling voice, said: "Young Master, that... that area seems to be where the Young Madam's room is on fire."
By this time, the firefighters in front had already located the center of the blaze.
The door was already burning, yet it was locked from the outside, with weak cries inside. Many people's faces changed.
The police personnel kicked the door several times, but this door was too solid to be kicked open, and with a furious expression, they shouted at Bess Bennett: "Who's inside? Not only illegal detention, but murder as well?"
Bess Bennett had long turned pale with fear; she didn't understand what illegal detention meant.
Seeing her still stunned, the police personnel harshly rebuked: "Get the keys quickly!"
Only then did Bess Bennett frantically shout: "Get them, quickly get the keys!"
Bess Bennett was panicked inside; she wouldn't feel sorry if that worthless Amelia Wright died, but if the Smith family's only son was inside, it would be disastrous.
At this moment, a tall figure rushed over; he was like a monster lurking in shadows, carrying a chilling gloom.
Godfery Shaw heard weak cries for help from the woman in the room and charged at the door.
The flames scorched his hand, and the corner of his black suit was burned, curling with heat.
Nobody knew how much strength this man used, but he actually managed to forcefully break down the door.
Then, Godfery Shaw charged into the fiery inferno without a hint of hesitation.
Running behind him, Hailey Smith was stunned, eyes wide with fear, shouting loudly: "Young Master!"