Chapter 287

As soon as Nelson finished speaking, all the cameras and equipment turned in his direction. The fierce flames that once roared in the distance had died out, replaced by thick black smoke. The fire was no longer visible. From the moment the explosion hit to when the fire started and got taken out—barely twenty minutes had passed. Twenty minutes to put out a full-blown fire? And the firefighters hadn't even arrived yet! While many on-site were still trying to take it all in, Victor stepped in front of the cameras, right by Claire's side. His face was stern, but his eyes—though aged—were still sharp as ever. Back straight, expression cold, he stood tall and alone in front of countless lenses, like he was confronting an army. He scanned the crowd with his hawk-like eyes, bowed low, then straightened up and spoke with a steady, powerful voice. "To everyone who came to compete in the culinary contest today, I, Victor, owe you a sincere apology. The fire is now under control, and The Rusty Sp