Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

Chapter 640

My heart skipped a beat. "Did someone die?" I asked instinctively.

"No... It's not that," Wayne replied. I let out a breath of relief.

At least no one was dead. That meant it wasn't a catastrophe.

"All the lights just stopped working," he said.

I glanced out the window at the glittering city skyline. "The lights all went out at

once?"

"Yes, everything. It all went dark suddenly. The technicians have already checked-it's not a power outage, the wiring is fine, and the equipment is operational. But there's no lighting effect, Wayne explained, his frustration coming through loud and clear.

His words left me equally frustrated. I didn't know much about lighting systems, but I did know one thing: the entire design and post-production of the park's lighting had been Hayden's work.

If only he were here.

But there were no "if onlys" in life.

the lights completely off?" I asked, slipping on

white," Wayne

"White?" I repeated, frowning.

Wayne offered. There was a pause before he added, " Since Hayden designed the lighting system, I thought you might know what's wrong. And... you're the legal owner

park had been handed over to me, though I'd left everything in Wayne's capable hands. I never asked about it, and

should start paying him a

the call just as Wayne's photos came

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now glowed with a stark, sterile white. It looked haunting-more like a ghost town than the

my spine, and a ridiculous thought wormed its way into my mind. Was Hayden's spirit behind this? Was he angry about my earlier antics- sending

when she came out of the shower and found me gone. I explained quickly, and her response was a snort. "Well, looks like karma didn't waste any time hitting you." Apparently, she also thought Hayden

I got to the park, a crowd had already formed, snapping photos and recording videos. Angry tourists-many of whom had traveled from across the globe for the famous light show-were loudly protesting. The park, now a social media sensation, had built its reputation on its mesmerizing lighting displays. With everything

to the control room, where Wayne was surrounded by technicians and maintenance staff, all frantically trying to diagnose the issue. "Ms. Kay!" one of the staff

it out, the park wouldn't still be

checked the equipment, the wiring, the power supply-everything's in perfect working order," one technician said, his

shifting to the monitors, which

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seems to be a programming issue. But that's... The technician hesitated, his words trailing

Of course, it was Hayden's