Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 1255

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1255

"I don't think it is, but that's what Jason says," Helen stated as she squeezed her fingers, feeling awkward.

Hannah shook her head, not quite believing it. She was more inclined to believe that Lyna had been genuine towards herself and that the woman had not been pretending.

"Mr. Norton."

On the other hand, Fabian had finished performing the toast for every table. He had retreated to one of the private rooms at Glory Hotel. Standing in front of him was a middle-aged man dressed in a tunic. Fabian sat with his legs crossed as he lit himself a cigarette. He took a puff, raised his head, and released a circle of smoke into the air. Usually, he would not smoke, but now there was one between his fingertips, which meant that he was somewhat troubled.

"How's the investigation going? Did you replace out who the culprit was?" Fabian's tone was icy cold and unnerving but, then again, someone had dared to attack his woman on his turf. He had every right to be furious.

"Mr. Norton, we caught an accomplice, but..." the middle-aged man did not continue, for fear of provoking Fabian.

"But what?" Fabian uncrossed his legs, put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and asked flatly.

"But... we've used every trick in the book. He just wouldn't fess up. I think he really doesn't know anything about the case," the middle-aged man reported to Fabian while wiping the sweat off his forehead. "Oh? Is that the only explanation you've got for me?" Fabian promptly rose from his seat and glared at the man, who got so frightened that he shuddered.

The man was a prominent underworld figure in Baykeep, but he was still no match against Fabian. He might have dominated the mafia in the city he came from, but he was a local bully at most, while Fabian was a powerful contender.

My wife has been targeted today, on my territory! Even I almost... Gah! Talk about bad luck!

The man gulped. He tried to explain, "Mr. Norton, let's not rush things. I'll definitely get to the bottom of this. I've found some clues, you see, and I can confirm that the car accident was not the work of a single person."

Fabian nodded, motioning the middle-aged man to go on.

"One gang drove the Volkswagen while another gang drove the pickup truck. The ones in the Volkswagen were clearly professional killers hired from the black market. We found a pistol hidden in the car, perhaps they had planned to..." Fabian understood before the man even finished the sentence.

The man paused and continued, "We caught one of the fellows on the pickup truck. He was supposed to be the aid, but the driver set the gasoline on fire.

"The man we caught is most likely a farmer from a remote village who doesn't seem to have any idea what's going on. Nevertheless, we have also delved into the black market for information. I believe there will be news soon. So, Mr. Norton, I hope you can give me some more time. I'll definitely replace out the truth for you."

"You're off the case," Fabian turned his head slightly and said to the middle-aged man.

"Mr. Norton! I..." The middle-aged man paled with fright when he heard that. If he's taking me off the case, that means I'm...

He did not dare to think what would happen. With trembling legs, he implored Fabian, "Mr. Norton, I beg of you, please give me another chance. Let me make it up to you, I...”

"Alright! Shut it! You should be thankful there were no casualties this time, or else ten of your heads would not even be enough to compensate. In the future, keep your eyes open. Report to me in advance if you see anything suspicious. Now, get out!" Fabian said in disappointment, his eyes dimmed.

Relieved to hear that, the man nodded and bowed to Fabian as a token of apology. "Thank you, Mr. Norton! Thank you very much!" The way he said that it was as if Fabian had saved his entire family.

After the middle-aged man left, Fabian sank into his thoughts. The reason why he discontinued that man's investigation was, firstly, because he had his own connections, which could be more efficient than that single man, and would gather more accurate information too. Secondly, Finnick's name came to mind.