Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 2578

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2578

"They deceived us first!" a man yelled at the entrance.

"If you said so, where's your evidence? Have you taken your photos at this studio? I dare say that you're not even worthy to have your portraits taken at other low-ranked studios!" Jake mocked them.

He had a point! None of those who were causing a rumpus were actually the customers of Joan's photography studio. Obviously, they were hired by a mastermind to put up a show.

"Mind your own business, you've got nothing to do with this photography studio!" a woman yelled.

"No doubt I'm not the owner, I can't tolerate how you're creating something out of nothing!" Jake folded his arms and stated firmly.

He's as stubborn as a mule! The crowd was getting impatient with Jake. They were displeased to see him trying to defend Joan.

"I suggest you stay out of this, man. Otherwise, you're gonna get it," a man advised Jake.

"It's best you replace out who am I first, or risk dying a horrible death," Jake taunted.

The crowd instinctively backed away. A fearful expression settled upon their faces.

"Who's this arrogant man?"

"I don't know either. I don't recognize him and he doesn't look local."

"Is he filthy rich?"

The people at the back murmured, starting to speculate Jake's identity.

Looking at their terrifying expressions, Jake became even more certain that they were just a group of scaredy-cats who picked and chose who to bully. With that, he straightened his back and tilted his chin up. "What's your name?" someone in their midst asked.

"I'm Jake Wilson," he answered loud and clear.

Within moments, Jake's name filled the search columns on all of their phones.

"Seriously? He's one of the rich and famous."

"The sole heir of a president of a large domestic company!"

"He studied abroad and established his own foundation."

The girls in the crowd gawked at Jake, adoring him with a twinkle in their eyes.

"Let's go, we can't mess with this guy."

"True. Dealing with a force to be reckoned with is a bad idea, we shouldn't offend him."

Soon, the crowd dispersed.

"Mr. Wilson, can I have your contact number?" a young and beautiful girl came up to Jake and asked bashfully.

"No!" he roared after shooting her a silent glare.

That girl watched him strode into the premises as sorrow fitted across her face.

"It's okay now, don't worry. They have all left," Jake consoled Joan while patting her back.

"Thank you," Joan uttered softly and then let out a cough.

"Did you catch a cold?" He placed his right palm on her forehead.

"No," Joan answered.

Her eyes turned bleary and she felt super sleepy all of a sudden.

Shortly after, she collapsed to the ground.

"Joan! Wake up!"

"Ms. Watts!"

When she regained her consciousness, she found herself on the hospital bed. Jake was sitting on the sofa, looking tired.

"You're up? Are you thirsty? Hungry?" He was concerned.

Joan did not say a word but merely shook her head.

"Have they all left?" she asked.

"Yes, rest assured that they have all scurried away," Jake replied her gently while brushing her hair on her forehead.

Right then, Larry walked into the ward and caught Jake's action.

"Feeling better?" Larry asked indifferently as he approached the bed.

All of his worries and anxiousness were replaced with hostility the moment he saw that scene. His heart sank and his blood ran cold.