A Touch of Sweetness (Finnick Norton and Vivian William) novel Chapter 2863

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2863

With a wave of his hand, the leader signaled the men behind him to charge into the living room. Upstairs, chaos erupted.

The housemaid blew a whistle. Very soon, the staff members stationed in the backyard came forward.

“Oh, looks like you guys are already prepared!”

“That’s a given. Do you think we’ll let you despicable rats go without a fight?” the housemaid shouted back.

“Show no mercy! This is our turf! Attack!” With a single command from the housemaid, the battle at Jake’s villa spiraled out of control.

Nancy heard the ruckus coming from the yard. Quietly, she stepped out of the bathroom.

Sh*t, the fight has started! Though she was somewhat thrilled by the turn of events, she managed to contain herself. No, this is not the time. I have to find Joan! But where is she?

“Joan!” Nancy made her way upstairs, calling Joan’s name.

The fact was, Joan had fainted and been taken elsewhere before the whole commotion started. It was all the housemaid’s doing. In order to save time, the housemaid did not bother arguing with her and made her swallow a pill instead, which resulted in her loss of consciousness.

Wait, something’s not right. This is her room, but she’s not in here. Where has she gone? As the fight continued outside, Nancy went room to room in search of Joan. She checked the study and Jake’s room, but the woman was nowhere to be found.

At last, she came across a locked cellar.

Without hesitation, she ran to the kitchen, picked up a random knife and began hacking fiercely at the latch.

Desperate times call for desperate measures. There was nothing a woman would not resort to if it could save herself and her loved ones.

“Ah!”

Nancy screamed. She had been reckless with the knife and had accidentally cut her finger. Blood started dripping from the wound.

Nevertheless, she managed to destroy the latch in the end. She was lucky that Jake’s household came equipped with the best knives money could buy.

She opened the door to find Joan leaning against the wall. She was asleep, and she looked awfully pale.

“Joan! Joan, wake up! It’s me, Nancy!” She gently patted Joan on the cheeks as she shouted her name, trying to probe a reaction, but Joan did not stir at all.