A Touch of Sweetness (Finnick Norton and Vivian William) novel Chapter 1914

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1914

Chapter 1914 Beat Her Up

Time passed in each tick of the clock. It was half-past ten, then eleven, and then half-past eleven…

Throughout his wait, Joan did not appear even once in Caspian’s sight.

Agitated, Caspian could feel that something ominous was about to unfold.

“Is Ms. Young here?” Pushing open the door to the garden, Caspian inquired loudly.

“Coming!” Delilah answered almost immediately.

“Oh, it’s Caspian. Why are you here?” the woman cleaned the dirt on her hands and asked.

“Ms. Young, where’s Joan? Larry asked me to pick her up,” Caspian asked in a hurry.

For a moment, Delilah was baffled.

“Joan? Didn’t she already go home? She said you were reaching soon, so she hurriedly went back home to change,” she answered.

Damn!

Caspian’s eyes dimmed in a flash.

He knew that by asking him to pick Joan up, Larry was trying to prevent something from happening. And now, what the man had been trying to stop from happening had already taken place!

“I waited for a long time, but she was nowhere to be seen. Ms. Young, do you know the direction as to where Joan usually goes?” Caspian asked anxiously.

At that moment, Delilah was hesitant.

Normally, no matter where Joan goes, she’ll never disappear without leaving any message and let Caspian wait for such a long time…

Delilah had a faint premonition and was feeling doom within.

“Let’s go take a look around.” Taking off her apron, Delilah led Caspian out of the garden.

“What? Joan is missing? Didn’t I tell you to wait for her at the door?” Larry bellowed over the phone.

For a moment, a piercing glint flashed across Larry’s eyes.

It has finally come to this point. Is it finally time for me to take action?

“Alright, seal off the entire village until Joan is found.” Larry hung up after that.

Gabriella, when will you stop playing your sick game?

Slap!

Joan was awakened by the noise. In front of her stood a few familiar faces, and she found herself in an equally familiar place.

“What… What do you want?” Joan asked in a weary voice.