Chapter 62 You Hurt My Husband

He set down his coffee cup and hurried out. I followed. "What happened?" Luke Jordan glanced at me, hesitated, then said after a pause, "Nothing. You focus on your work." Yet a chill of foreboding crept over me. Today's work wasn't especially important, so I took the liberty of following him downstairs. Luke was absorbed in his phone call and didn't notice me trailing behind. When he got into the car, I rushed forward and slipped into the passenger seat first. Seeing me, his expression turned stern. "Go back to work." "Tell me what happened," I insisted. At first, Luke refused to speak. But the urgency of the situation left no time. He started the engine, and only on the way did he tell me: the worker who had replaced the glue in the studio project had been found dead at the construction site. He had actually died the night before—his body wasn't discovered until today! As I listened, a quiet suspicion stirred—this wasn't just an accident. When Luke and I arrived at the scene, the poli