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 evident.

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.

“Are all the lights completely off?” I asked, slipping on my shoes.

“No, they’re… white,” Wayne said, catching me mid-step.

“White?” I repeated, frowning.

“I’ll send you some photos,” 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 of the park now.”

That was true. The amusement park had been handed over to me, though I’d left everything in Wayne’s capable hands. I never asked about it, and he never brought it up. Maybe I should start paying him a salary.

“I’m on my way,” I said, ending the call just as Wayne’s photos came through.

Chapter 640

The park, once bursting with vibrant, kaleidoscopic lights, now glowed with a stark, sterile white. It looked haunting—more like a ghost town than the dazzling attraction it used to be.

A chill crept up 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 me a warning?

My chest tightened at the idea, and I shoved it aside, driving straight to the park.

Lena called me 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 might’ve had something to do with the lights—from beyond the grave.

By the time 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 malfunctioning, their frustration was more than justified.

I headed straight 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 called out as soon as I walked in.

“Still no progress?” I asked, though the grim expressions in the room already told me the answer. If they’d figured it out, the park wouldn’t still be drenched in that eerie white glow.

“We’ve checked the equipment, the wiring, the power supply—everything’s in perfect working order,” one technician said, his voice tinged with frustration.

“Then what’s causing it?” I asked, my eyes shifting to the monitors, which displayed the same stark white light stretching across the park.

“It seems to be a programming issue. But that’s…” The technician hesitated, his words trailing off.

What else? Of course, it was Hayden’s domain. And only Hayden could have fixed it.

“So what are you saying?” I snapped, my voice slicing through the tension. “That since Hayden’s gone, the park’s lighting system is permanently broken?”

The technicians lowered their heads, too afraid—or too ashamed—to respond. I wasn’t truly mad at them—just crushed by a wave of helplessness. It was that gut-wrenching feeling of needing someone so badly, only to know they were gone, forever out of reach.

Wayne stepped in to smooth things over. “Hayden did leave some handover notes. It’s just… this situation is urgent, and it might take time to pinpoint the issue.”

I didn’t respond. What was there to say? Wayne turned to the technicians. “Get the programming team on this. Work overtime if you have to, but this needs to be resolved.”

Then he looked at me. “For now, we should focus on calming the guests.”

I nodded. Of course, that was the immediate priority. I turned to leave, but before I could take more than a few steps, someone behind me shouted, “It’s fixed!”

Wayne and I whipped around at the same time. On the monitor, the stark white light began to shift, morphing into vibrant, kaleidoscopic hues.