A Touch of Sweetness (Finnick Norton and Vivian William) novel Chapter 1895

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1895

Chapter 1895 The Bald Man

“Your son? You have a son? That’s too bad, but it’s fine. I can afford to feed both you and your son. Hahaha!” said the man.

Joan clenched her fists as anger burned within her.

She didn’t want to waste any time with that man, so she pushed him into the washroom with all her might. Immediately after, Joan left and walked back to the private room.

“Why were you gone for so long? Is everything alright?” asked Delilah, who looked at Joan worriedly.

“I’m fine. I just bumped into a weird dude,” replied Joan with a smile.

Meanwhile, the man in the washroom was leaning against the wall. It took him some effort to stand up and walk to the reception counter.

“What is wrong with you people? Hurry up and find her for me or I will tear this place apart!” howled the bald man.

The manager rushed over and lowered his head humbly as the bald man reprimanded him.

“Sir, please calm down. There is always room for discussion,” said the manager to diffuse the situation.

“What is there to discuss? Hand her over right now, and I will let this matter go. If you don’t, then there is nothing left to discuss,” the man bellowed as he slammed his palm on the table.

“Mom, what is all that noise out there?” asked Lucius curiously while looking at Joan.

Joan listened closely and soon realized what was going on.

Looks like the drunkard is making a scene again.

“I did it, so I will be responsible,” said Joan, who suddenly showed up in front of that man.

“That’s her! Boys, take her away,” ordered the man as he pointed at Joan.

A few subordinates rushed over and grabbed Joan’s arm.

“Let me go! What do you think you’re doing?” demanded Joan as she struggled with a cold glint in her eyes.

“Let go of my mom!” roared Lucius, who suddenly ran over to them.

Slap!

Someone slapped the kid mercilessly across his face. Lucius collapsed onto the floor and covered his cheek with his hands. His eyes seemed a little glazed over.

“Lucius!” shouted Joan.