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Chapter 834 Explosion

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Chapter 833: Explosion

Shock contorted the butler's face as he saw Li Jing standing before him. His mind raced. How was this possible? Where had she come from? He darted a glance towards Ming Xi, who mirrored his expression of stunned disbelief. There was no mistake — another Li Jing stood before them. This could only mean one thing: an imposter. Follow current novels at wuxiahere.com)

"Seeing ghosts?" Li Jing's sharp voice sliced through the stunned silence.

Ming Xi gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. The implication of Li Jing's words hit her like a tonne of bricks. A ghost? Did that mean their Madam Li was dead?

"Answer me!" Li Jing demanded, her patience wearing thin. What was going on? Why were her staff acting like she was a phantom?

"M-Madam," stammered Butler Wu, hoping to appease Li Jing before things spiraled out of control, especially if the imposter was listening. He lowered his voice, pleading, "Reduce your voice."

Li Jing bristled, about to retort and demand some answers, when the butler added a small, desperate, "Please."

She took a deep breath, forcing down her anger. It was clear something strange was happening, and shouting wouldn't get them anywhere. "Explain yourselves," she said, her voice calmer but still firm. "Why are you acting like this?"

"We have a reason, Madam Li," Butler Wu said, his voice strained. "Someone came in pretending to be you."

Intrigued now, Li Jing leaned forward. An imposter? Why would someone impersonate her? "Me?"

A flicker of relief crossed Butler Wu's face. "Yes, Madam. We need to show you why we were so..."

"Wait," Ming Xi interrupted, her voice trembling slightly. "What if Madam Li's order arrives?"

Li Jing furrowed her brow. What were they talking about? Still, curiosity gnawed at her. "Wait. What order?"

Ming Xi exchanged a hesitant glance with Butler Wu, who subtly urged her to speak. "About the apple pie and..."

The heat from the burning kitchen stung her eyes, blurring her vision.

Li Jing lurched forward. "We need to get out of here!"

Just as she reached Ming Xi, another wave of dizziness washed over her, and she stumbled back, her foot collapsing under her weight and falling onto a pile of debris.

"Ah!" A sharp cry escaped Li Jing's lips. "Ma...dam," Ming Xi coughed, panic in her voice.

"Madam! Mrs. Li!"

A group of figures rushed into the smoke-filled kitchen, their faces etched with concern.

Li Jing let out a shaky breath. Help had arrived. But then, a chilling realisation struck her. Where was Butler Wu?

"Butler Wu! Butler Wu?!" she screamed, panic clawing at her throat.

No answer.

What was happening?

Despair threatened to engulf Li Jing. The silence after her calls was deafening. Had the explosion...? No, she couldn't think that way.

"Rescue the madam," a gruff voice cut through the chaos. "And get the emergency kit. Now!"

The man barked orders, his focus sharp despite the pandemonium. Relief washed over Li Jing, but it was short-lived.

Ignoring the rescuers swarming around her, Li Jing continued to call out, "Butler Wu!" she cried, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Butler Wu?!"

"Madam, please." Ignoring the rescuer's attempts to calm her, she strained to see through the smoke. The burning kitchen cast long, distorted shadows, making it impossible to discern anything clearly.

Suddenly, a voice broke through the haze. "Ma'am, the butler is unconscious."

Li Jing's breath hitched. The world seemed to tilt on its axis. Unconscious? Was he dead? A thousand possibilities swirled in her mind. If he was gone, what would she say? How could she explain the situation?