CHAPTER 777: CHAPTER 777: LU VINEGAR JAR

The phone was quickly connected, and Rachel asked anxiously, "Is that Chase? Where are you? Did you come over?"

"Rachel!" Finally hearing her voice, Chase Fletcher felt his heart lift,

he asked nervously, "Where are you? Did your phone fall in the water? I couldn’t get through!"

"How are you?" Sitting on the inflatable boat, Rachel, drenched, looked around at the water everywhere, her eyes filled with tears, "Why did you come over? It’s so dangerous, I told you not to come, didn’t I? How’s your grandmother? How is she doing?"

Listening to the woman’s tearful voice, Chase was also very worried, "My grandmother is fine, you don’t have to worry, are you okay? Where are you? Which position? I wish I could rush to your side immediately, "Do you need a rescue? Are you alright? Is the equipment okay?"

Rachel looked up at the sky, trying hard not to let her tears fall, she felt very touched.

"Don’t worry, don’t worry about us. We report every half hour, just saw your rescue team. I’m at... I’m probably in downtown, can’t say exactly where. My colleagues and I are together, we’re very safe. You must take care of yourself."

Chase Fletcher grew up in luxury, a nobleman born with a silver spoon, always surrounded by attendants.

Rushing to the disaster area, can he take care of himself?

Hopefully, nothing goes wrong!

Rachel’s worries for Chase were not any less than his worries for her. After that, the signal became a little intermittent, and neither could hear the other’s voice clearly...

"Chase, you must be careful! Go back!" she shouted urgently into the phone.

The moment the call was forcibly disconnected, calling back again couldn’t get through.

Soon, it started raining again... making the rescue more difficult.

The rescue team led by Chase Fletcher exceeded seven thousand people, and a total of over fifty million yuan in supplies were sent to the disaster area.

But for each other, they would pay attention to safety, and destiny would bring them together again in the disaster zone.

Last night, Faye Turner had a dream.

When she woke up this morning, the images in her dream were so vivid that they disturbed her thoughts.

"What’s wrong? Do you have something on your mind?" Adrian Lancaster asked thoughtfully, his gentle gaze falling on her face during breakfast.

Faye took a sip of milk, raised her eyes, "I had a dream last night, I dreamed about Chase’s grandmother."

"You’ve been worrying too much about her health." Adrian responded instinctively, "It should be nothing serious." His wife is just so kind.

Faye couldn’t quite describe the feeling, it just seemed incredible to her, she’d only met the old lady twice.

"I saw her holding your hand yesterday. You should see her less in the future." Adrian, ever the jealous one, said, "I’m really afraid she might take a fancy to you."

Faye seemed startled, "I’m already married, she knows that, what are you thinking?"

"You are so charming, I’m feeling insecure, isn’t that okay?" Adrian frowned at his wife.

Their gazes met, he genuinely didn’t seem to be joking, although Faye felt like laughing inside, she held it in.

"Mm, okay, I got it, I’ll see her less in the future." As she withdrew her gaze, she muttered under her breath, "Weren’t you the one who asked me to go?"

"Won’t go anymore." Adrian said a bit stubbornly, this precious wife of his, can’t even let others take a second look.