Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 668

Zachary had reviewed the official investigation report from that year.

The report stated that explosive materials were found in the materials room on the third floor, brought in accidentally by a supervisor. Large amounts of helium were also discovered in that room, several times more than in other areas.

Yet Charlie hadn't mentioned the third floor at all. Instead, he had brought Zachary to the second floor. Either this was the true explosion site, or Charlie was deliberately hiding something.

This room had significantly more burn damage than other areas. The workshop was almost completely destroyed, with debris and remnants everywhere. It was impossible to tell what had once been here—just an empty workspace surrounded by areas that still smelled of burning.

Zachary's flashlight illuminated the entire room. Charlie had already tried to turn on the power, but without success.

"The factory's wiring has really deteriorated. Nothing works," Charlie complained.

Zachary shook his head, his expression grave. "The moment of explosion produces extreme heat, temperatures usually reaching several hundred degrees. Some things vaporize instantly. Those circuits were burned away ten years ago—not even a trace remains."

Charlie's pupils contracted sharply. He nodded. "I figured we wouldn't be able to find anything. All evidence would have been destroyed."

Zachary fixed his gaze on Charlie. "How much do you know about that incident? And what role did you play in it?"

Charlie pressed his lips together. He didn't want to talk, but with two million dollars waiting for him, he couldn't resist.

"I can tell you about what happened, but you have to promise me something," Charlie said nervously.

"What is it?" Zachary asked.

Charlie pleaded, "If you tell your client the truth, could you leave me out of it?"

Charlie looked at the director in confusion. As he approached the container, he had a bad feeling. "Director, what is this?"

The director's face instantly turned cold. "Don't ask questions you shouldn't."

Charlie said nothing more and carried the container into the operations room.

The two senior pharmacists in the operations room had just been called away by the supervisor. Charlie didn't suspect anything, connected the container to the outlet, and made sure the valve was tightly closed.

After catching his breath, Charlie was about to go report to the director's office when, passing by the supervisor's office, he overheard an unexpected argument.

"Why are you doing this? You all know perfectly well this drug shouldn't be produced anymore. Too many people have already died."