In order to attract sponsorships and negotiate business, I practiced my alcohol tolerance at endless drinking tables, just because Calix had an allergy to alcohol and a stomachache after drinking.

I never knew that he actually hated women drinking when I was throwing up in the bathroom.

Looking at the vast and boundless sea, I regretted saving him for the first time.

That day, I should have let him die in the sea.

Calix and Serena were clinking glasses in a restaurant when a warehouse worker suddenly called.

He reported that the fireworks factory exploded.

The roof was on fire, but luckily it was overnight and no workers were injured.

Calix suddenly stood up from his chair, knocking over the bottle of red wine and attracting everyone's attention.

Seeing his reaction, I burst out laughing.

The reason why blue fireworks were expensive was not only because of the high production costs but also because of the harsh storage conditions.

It required special materials with poor stability, so compared to other fireworks, blue fireworks were more difficult to store, were extremely easy to burn, and had certain dangers.

I had advised Calix hundred times that our warehouse was not yet capable of storing blue fireworks.

Large-scale production and storage were bound to cause problems.

Unexpectedly, what I said came true.

As soon as he arrived at the warehouse, he was squinted by the black smoke filling the sky.

Crackling bursts and shouts were endless.

He dealt with the fire on site for three days and three nights before it was finally completely extinguished.

One by one, the firefighters were too tired to stand up straight.

What awaits Calix was a thick stack of loss settlement and compensation issues for surrounding businesses.

The anxious Calix ignored the dozens of calls from Serena and clicked on the chat box to which I still had no reply.

"Daphne, we are husband and wife. If you can help me through this crisis, I will reconsider our marriage."

Still not getting a reply from me, Calix repeatedly typed and deleted his message, then he decided going to our house to find me.

After all, he could not afford that much money alone.

As soon as he got to our house, he could not find me and then, went to my apartment.

Knocking on the door over and over again, but the door in front of him never opened.