My Secret Billionaire Husband Chapter 2801 - 2810: The Kitchen Is on Fire

The sudden noise shocked Porter and Lucus alike, with Lucus especially terrified, hugging Porter's body like a frightened koala while gazing in dread at the kitchen.

Porter swiftly rose to his feet, cradling Lucus in his arms.

Heavy smoke started billowing from the kitchen.

Porter was on the verge of heading to the kitchen to check the situation when the door burst open with a resounding crash.

In the instant that followed, Annie Lawrence dashed out, her face ashen and etched with sheer terror.

Before Porter had a chance to question her, she shrieked, darted behind him, clutched his clothing, and cried out in alarm, "Fire! There's a fire in the kitchen—the kitchen's on fire!"

Her grasp sent a wave of discomfort through Porter.

Porter moved to shove her off, but upon hearing her words, his expression shifted instantly: "What? A fire in the kitchen?"

Annie nodded vigorously, still reeling from the fright: "It's a huge blaze. Quick, get someone to extinguish it!"

An extinguisher sat just outside in the hallway.

Without a second thought, Porter scooped up Lucus and bolted from the room.

Annie watched him go and trailed after him.

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The uproar and hallway smoke had already alerted the film crew to the abnormality, prompting several staff to rush over and inquire about the chaos.

Learning of the kitchen blaze, they were all utterly startled.

"Where's Porter?" Edward Cooper arrived too, scanned the area without spotting Porter, and demanded with worry.

"He went to douse the flames." Annie's complexion remained somewhat ashen.

Moments ago, the flames had erupted fiercely, nearly singeing her face.

Her features had undergone extensive, expensive plastic surgery to achieve their current perfection.

What if they had been damaged...

Annie caressed her cheek, relieved at her swift escape.

Upon hearing Porter was tackling the fire, Edward's brow furrowed deeply, his gaze brimming with open worry.

The show had protocols in place to safeguard guest safety.

With elite stars like Porter, the production team dared not risk any mishaps.

Edward hurried off with two crew members to find Porter. Entering the room, they spotted him emerging from the kitchen, extinguisher in hand.

"Edward, what brings you all here?" Porter blinked in surprise at the sight of them.

Edward advanced promptly: "We heard about a fire in your room. Porter, are you okay?"

"I'm good." Sweat beaded on Porter's face. He wiped it away, drew a breath, and added, "The fire's out now—everything's under control."

Recalling the disorderly sight from moments before, Porter's brows knit together faintly.

The kitchen lay in total disarray.

It resembled a war zone.

Such a disastrous kitchen was unprecedented for him.

Reflecting on the blaze and that war-torn kitchen chaos, Porter's scowl intensified.

Doubt crept into his mind unbidden.

Did Omega Huntley truly know how to cook?

How could a real cook leave the kitchen in such a state?

How could anyone capable of cooking ignite a fire simply while preparing a meal?

Porter had witnessed Joanna Lawrence in the kitchen before.

Joanna's cooking kept the kitchen spotless throughout.

Typically, the space was pristine by the time dishes were ready.

It stayed immaculate always.

Never littered with scraps across counters and floors.