Chapter 469 Draft

Logan Wilson wasn't an assistant but the manager who was heading the excavation team in country A. He was expecting Alvin or Ean to arrive until he received a message that their lady boss was going with the little master.

Every last person working for Alvin knew that Alvin settled in Narnia after getting married. Though they didn't know the back story or knew the lady, most of them believed Alvin probably got married because of the baby. Thus they ended up assuming the woman must have been Alvin's one-night stand and expected the baby to be an infant.

Hence Logan Wilson and the security guards who arrived to pick up Anya were in shock. There wasn't an entourage behind Anya considering their wealthy boss. She wasn't the most beautiful woman or looked nothing like Alvin's flings.

Anya Owen didn't look like a delicate, or coquettish girl but cold and distant. Her cat-like gray eyes were sharp and alert. The lady who pushed her luggage began the questions about the situation without wasting a minute.

And the little man next to her was hard to ignore. His confidence was something adults couldn't own. He stepped in the car on his own and settled on his seat at ease. There was no hint of fear, uneasiness, nervousness, or curiosity. But his adorable voice calling his mother was enough to melt their hearts.

Honestly, Logan Wilson was expecting Anya to be a nuisance even after the first admirable impression. Nevertheless, he hasn't come to any conclusion yet by trusting his boss.

He updated Anya, passing her a few files that were required to grasp the situation. "It has been six hours. The rescue teams couldn't use the machines because the tunnel is old and the ground above the tunnel might collapse and endanger the lives inside."

Anya went through the details and found out there was a power supply to switch the lights. Fortunately, there were oxygen cylinders but it might not last long if they weren't rescued in a few more hours.

"Did we find any slump on the ground above the tunnel after the explosion?" Anya asked, continuing to look through the details. If the open section of the tunnel collapsed, what could be the chances there could be no fall inside?

"Apparently, there are no collapses visible to the eyes but the ground doesn't look as stable as before." Logan continued to respond to her questions while receiving information from the rescue site.

Zane would occasionally glance at his mother and continue to research whatever grabbed his interest in their words.

Anya didn't care what those men would think of her. She didn't have time to sit and study the case. So she kept questioning and gathering as much data as possible while brushing through the main details in the file.

They changed to the helicopter to go to the Mocon and Coasta cities border to avoid long road trips. By the time they got off near the archaeological site, Anya had managed to gather the details of the gas explosion, the measures taken, and the support or opposition they were receiving.

Some frowned looking at the little boy arriving at the scene. Well, Anya wasn't going to leave Zane with strangers or away from her sight. So she headed straight to the cops.

"Hello, I'm the wife of President Matthews, Skylark. I would like to know about the status of the investigation and a walk through the progress."

It was winter. The gas explosion out of blue couldn't be natural. The investigation was required in case there was an instigator to harm the project or hurt the people.

The cop brushed his eyes on her and glanced at Zane. Looking at her unyielding seriousness, he gave a subtle nod and pointed aside near the police vehicle.

The cop pointed towards the far west side and explained, "There is a natural gas and oil plant about seven miles away. There was an accident when the container vehicles were passing by. The fall and friction have caught the fire, causing the explosion."

Anya glanced at the container which was a few hundred meters away, burnt black. Another container near the road. She already knew about the accident. She wanted the investigation to progress but the cop was explaining to her as if she was illiterate.

Opening a file in her hand, she unfolded the map on the car bonnet while asking Zane, "Baby, pencil please."

Zane quickly held his backpack, unzipped it, reached for the pencil, and handed it to her, "Here you go."

Thanking him, Anya circled the accident spot, the oil and gas plant, and the archaeological site and questioned, "Why did the explosive container truck not take the highway but unsafe, narrow, and curved roads?" The roads were temporarily made due to an archaeological site. And those trucks were too large to consider the roads which weren't suitable for transport.

The cops glanced at her and nonchalantly responded, "It's a shortcut to Mocon from Coasta." There was no seriousness in the tone.

Anya could see that on the map. But it doesn't make sense why the massive vehicle would take the small roads, especially in winter, which makes the road slippery.

Realizing the cops wouldn't be helpful, she thanked him and turned around. She spotted Mark running towards them. From the stains on his clothes, she could guess he was working with the rescue team.

"Young Madam," He greeted and breathed out loudly to catch a breath, "We would have taken care here." On the contrary, he was hoping for her to find the truth behind the whole fiasco that put so many in danger.

Anya didn't respond to it. She didn't want to waste time. She has to look into every possible evidence she could get before it starts to snow. "I'm doubting that this isn't an accident. I want to look into the situation." She could go alone but Alvin would freak out if he gets to know about it.

Mark glanced at the cop who retorted grimly, "Mrs. Matthews, we have investigated. The truck company and insurance company have also confirmed it was an accident."

Anya: "…"

The insurance company would accept only after the cops complete the investigation and make the report. She couldn't believe the cops had concluded the case.

Who was eager to close the case?

Casper Matthews? Does he have such influence in country A?

The truck company? Possible.

Golden oil and gas belong to Rivas Industries and they had a large influence. Did the Rivas bury the news?