When Veronica clicked on the timer, 30 seconds had already passed. This meant that she only had 17 seconds left.
She knew right then that there was nothing left she could do.
As she raised her gaze to the crane, she stared at it as tears blurred her vision. Finally, she sobbed as she murmured, "Matt, I owe you this life."
At her last syllable, a bright light emitted from within the tower crane, and a loud explosion followed.
The fire lit up the night sky, and she watched helplessly as the front end of the tower crane fell and plummeted into the sea.
Even though it was a port, the crane was set up a few hundred meters away for some construction. So, the water was deep enough to absorb the impact.
"Matthew. Matthew. Matthew." She chanted his name under her breath and didn't even realize it when her phone dropped to the floor.
All of a sudden, she rushed to the edge like a madwoman and jumped over the railing with a hand on it for support. Then, she didn’t miss a beat as she dived into the sea.
The sea was utterly freezing this late at night. Despite this, she plunged into the water as the waves swallowed and brought her under.
She tried hard to swim up to sea level. Once she managed to fight against the current pulling her under, she swam toward the tower crane as it burned.
After she swam for a long time, she continued swimming as though ’exhaustion' wasn't something that existed in her dictionary. She only wanted to reach the spot the tower crane had fallen as soon as she could.
Even if Matthew died, she needed to see it to believe it.
Waves crashed against her as if trying to deter her from swimming forward and pushing her back.
Nonetheless, she only had one thought in her mind: to see Matthew, even if it was to find his scattered belongings. Suffice to say, she had given up any sliver of hope of seeing him alive at this point.
As anguish fueled her, she had unknowingly swam about 300 meters.
On the square, everyone heard the explosion and came to the edge, ready to investigate.
At this very moment, a person suddenly popped up from under the water.
"There's someone there. Go check it out," a person ordered as the rest quickly ran over. It was Matthew.
"It's Young Master Matthew. Quick, help him."
"Pull him up!"
"Young Master Matthew, are you alright?"
The few leaned on the railing and reached out with their hands to pull Matthew up to land.
Once he caught his breath, he stood outside the railing and jumped over it. Then, he took another deep breath as he swept his short black hair back. "Where's Xavier?"
"He's still in the car, Young Master Matthew," a bodyguard promptly answered.
Wrath engulfed Matthew as he strode toward the direction the bodyguard pointed at. It was about 200 meters from where he stood to the parked car.
Before they could get close to the car, two gunshots were heard, and they saw a car drift and stop beside another sedan.
Then, the sedan's door opened, and Xavier jumped into Antheena's car at lightning speed.
"S*it! Xavier got away," the bodyguard beside him shouted.
Matthew's dark brows furrowed and his oppressive aura emerged mixed with hostility and ruthlessness.
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