A Touch of Sweetness (Finnick Norton and Vivian William) novel Chapter 1548

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1548

After Larry had done speaking, Caspian immediately awaited the next order.

“Carl Johnson might not be powerful, but he is cunning, cruel, and malicious. I have no doubt that it was him who came up with the plan and convinced Gabriella to help him. Gabriella probably agreed to do so as she caved in to the temptation,” commented Larry.

No matter what, both of them should be severely punished. I have been kind enough, but not anymore.

“Since you two love planning in the dark, let me show you what darkness really means.” Larry sneered before looking at Caspian.

He then leaned forward to whisper in Caspian’s ear. Caspian nodded profusely in response. Reassuring Larry that he would get it done, Caspian turned and left.

As the sun set on the next day, Carl showed up in his usual bar once again, downing shots repeatedly.

He had received the news that the assassins he had hired to harm Larry and Joan not only failed their mission but were thrown into prison.

Since he hadn’t revealed his identity, Carl wasn’t worried about the police coming for him. Nevertheless, he still felt utterly disappointed and depressed.

After all, the plan that he had poured his heart and soul into had gone down the drain.

Gabriella, the riches of the Ward family, the dreams of being the heir of the Johnsons, and all that he had hoped for once again slipped out from his grasps.

That thought alone was enough to dishearten Carl completely, which explained why he was drowning himself with alcohol.

When he left the bar, Carl was thoroughly wasted. He could not even walk in a straight line as he swayed with each step he took.

As usual, Carl stumbled through a secluded street.

Just then, a few men emerged from the shadows. They grabbed Carl, covering his mouth as they dragged him into the darkest corner of the alley before tossing him onto the ground as if he were a sack of grains.

Carl sobered up almost instantly. As he caught sight of the masked men cornering him, terror pulsed through his veins.

“W-Who are you people? What do you want?” interrogated Carl at the top of his voice, hoping to boost his own confidence and draw the attention of passerby at the same time.