Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick) novel Chapter 1302

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1302

“Such wonderful news, Mr. Dane! Nothing less than I expected from a veteran official!”

Lyna chuckled and added, “Allow me to give you a heads-up—Fabian has been alarmed. You need to be careful because I believe he’s the whistleblower. Allow me to be frank, but I won’t hold back against you if you can’t get Yvette out of jail.”

Immediately after she hung up the call, Jaxon summoned his trusted aide and instructed, “Gather every information associated with this phone number and see if there’s anything suspicious.”

He could vividly recall Lyna’s look after meeting her in person, yet he had a hard time locating her. It felt as if she had disappeared into thin air. Little did she know Lyna had disguised herself through extreme methods to get her revenge. Therefore, not even her mother could recognize her, let alone Jaxon.

After Lyna hung up the call, she muttered to herself, “Jaxon, I hope you won’t let me down. Otherwise, I’ll expose you even if it means forsaking Yvette.”

She had a bad feeling about it and thought there was something fishy going on behind the scenes.

Fabian’s capabilities are beyond our imaginations! How did Jaxon manage to save his trusted aides? Has Jaxon turned his back against me and struck a deal with Fabian instead? Is this part of their plan to lure me out?

No matter what, it is better to be on my guard against them.

After she gathered her thoughts, she removed the SIM card and shattered it into pieces before throwing it away.

Once she installed another SIM card and booked a flight ticket to travel abroad on Yvette’s behalf, she called someone from the black market and acquired his help to get another woman who resembled Yvette over.

“Fabian, perhaps I’m not a match for you in the corporate world, but you’re not a match for me when it comes to being street smart! I’m pretty sure you’ll be shocked by the surprise I have in store for you!”

Lyna guffawed out of the blue.

Meanwhile, as soon as Fabian signed the contracts that would require immediate attention and packed his things, he brought himself up and walked downstairs.

“Idiot!”

“Says you?”

“No! You!”