Chapter 685: Chapter 685

Chapter 685:

The man holding onto her body was her husband. He appeared to be in his thirties, with a sallow complexion.

He had a homemade explosive device strapped to his chest, and no one dared approach him.

Eileen, trying to defuse the situation, said, “Calm down, sir. As the death occurred on-site, we’ll perform an autopsy. Our company acknowledges the accident and will provide adequate compensation.”

“Is that what you think I want? Compensation? This company exploits people! The foreman used his relationship with the supervisor at the Ferguson Group to oppress the workers. They withheld our wages and drove my wife to her death. Driscoll Todd killed my wife! I want to see Driscoll! I don’t want compensation, I want his head!” the man shouted.

Driscoll had fled after the incident.

The man had no other choice but to take this drastic measure to force Driscoll out.

Julio should have been the one to handle this issue, but he was busy searching for Dalores.

Eileen, hearing the man’s story, understood his predicament. Trying to comfort him, she said, “What you say is true; the Ferguson Group will make sure Driscoll is arrested and that the necessary compensation is provided. However, you must stand down. Hurting others won’t bring your wife back. It will only cause more loss.”

“Do you care? My wife is dead! I have nothing left to lose. Driscoll drove my pregnant wife to her death. He deserves to go to hell!” the man screamed in anguish.

The man was now emotionally unstable and seemed unwilling to listen to anything Eileen had to say.

A chill ran down Eileen’s spine.

Your favorite tales live at gⱯlnσν𝒆𝓁s．𝒄𝓸𝓂 She knew the man must be acting this way because he had run out of options. Moreover, he didn’t even ask for money.

A sudden burst of emotion sent a wave of panic through the crowd, causing them to scatter in haste.

Eileen, however, remained rooted in place as she watched the frenzied man.

Suddenly, the rushing crowd jostled her, and before she knew it, she was falling backward.

Benjamin swiftly caught her and guided her to a safe spot.

The situation was dire. The company’s security guards quickly moved everyone to safety, with the police arriving on the scene shortly after.

“Don’t hurt him. We need to do everything we can to make amends,” Eileen turned to Benjamin. “We must help him find Driscoll and give him an explanation.” Her tone was firm.

Benjamin’s brow furrowed as he replied, “The police will take care of this. Just stay calm. The matter is not as simple as you think. Since the man managed to get his hands on a bomb and bring it here to cause trouble, there’s likely someone pulling the strings behind this.”

Seeing the man in his crazed, trance-like state, Eileen felt a pang of recognition, as if she were seeing a reflection of herself.

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