I put down my coffee and hastened after him. "What's going on?"
Matteo hesitated before answering, "I can handle it. Go back to work."
I had a bad feeling about this.
Considering today's work was not particularly important, I followed him downstairs.
Matteo's attention was on the phone, so he didn't notice I was following him. When he got into his car, I rushed over and got in the passenger seat.
When he saw me, his face darkened. "Go back to work."
"Tell me, what's going on?"
I asked him.
Matteo didn't want to reveal anything at first. However, since the matter was urgent, he started the car.
On the way, he told me that the worker who inserted high levels of formaldehyde in Lola's studio was found dead on the construction site.
The worker passed away last night, and his body was
