Chapter 1638

“Slater, there’s a fire in the studio.

Can you come right away?”

When Matthew and Slater arrived, Devyn’s studio was filled with thick smoke, and a big fire was burning.

The firefighters were working hard to put out the flames.

Looking around, Slater couldn’t see Devyn anywhere.

He nervously grabbed one of the studio employees and asked, “Where’s Devyn?”

The employee, still shaken from escaping the fire, was startled by Slater’s question, taking a few seconds to respond.

Raising his voice, Slater repeated, “Where’s Devyn?”

“She’s inside,” the employee said, pointing toward the studio with a shaky hand.

“She’s trying to save her design sketches.

She hasn’t come out yet.

”

Slater let go of the employee and stared at the fire, feeling his heart race.

Without hesitation, he tried to go into the studio, but a firefighter stopped him, saying, “Sir, it’s dangerous.

Please step back.

”

“Move! Someone’s inside!” Slater pushed past the firefighter and yelled, “Devyn!”

But there was no answer.

Feeling anxious, Slater broke free from the firefighter and went inside.

Right after, two rescuers hurried in after him.

Covering his nose, Slater called out for Devyn, but stopped after one shout.

Devyn was desperately searching for her design sketches in the flames, seemingly oblivious to the danger of the fire as she protected each sketch.

Seeing this, Slater grabbed Devyn and pulled her toward the exit.

She struggled, but Slater’s strength overpowered her.

Dragging her away from the fire, Slater scolded with frustration.

“Forget those papers! Your life’s more important! Don’t you get it?”

But Devyn wouldn’t give up.

She struggled, begging, “They’re not just papers! Please, I need to go back.

My designs, my computer, and my USB are in there! I have to save them!”

Struggling to break loose from Slater’s hold, she pushed and pulled, but he held on tighter, determined not to let go.

Slater pushed down on her shoulders and said firmly, “That’s enough! The flames raged so wild, that nothing could be saved.

Everything meant to be gone was already ash!”

“No, it can’t be!” Devyn denied, vigorously shaking her head, unwilling to believe it.

“You’ll only get hurt if you go back! What if something happens to you? What’s your mother going to do then?”

After hearing this, Devyn looked like all her energy had been drained, and she stopped struggling altogether.

She sobbed uncontrollably, her words catching in her throat, “My sketches…”