Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 2978

Chapter 2978

Fred went on and on to explain the reason Larry was dispatched, yet Della couldn't be bothered to listen anymore. She felt a strong urge to meet Larry in person to sort things out once and for all.

Why has he been keeping me in the dark? Why did he choose to bear such humiliations? Couldn't Dad settle the issue himself? "Dad, why did you ask him to resolve the company's issue? Why couldn't you make the trip?"

Della turned around and confronted Fred.

Actually, Fred had dispatched Larry abroad on his behalf because he wanted those in the industry to get familiar with him.

After all, it was only a matter of time before Larry inherited the company.

Fred shook his head and heaved a long sigh.

If his useless daughter were half as good as Larry, he wouldn't have taken such an extreme countermeasure.

Coughing, Fred repeated his instructions, "Hurry up and set Joan free! Also, stay away from her in the future!"

Wait! Joan's meal has been spiked! Oh, God! Please tell me she hasn't consumed any of those! Immediately after she retrieved her phone, she made a call and instructed, "Stop spiking Joan's meal and get her something else to eat! If anything happens to her, all of you will have to bear the consequences!"

The moment she hung up the call, she headed in the direction of the entrance, praying that Joan was doing fine.

It's all my fault! I shouldn't have schemed against them before knowing the truth! Please allow me to atone for my sins, Larry! At that moment, Della's leaving figure seemed so pitiable.

Meanwhile, Joan couldn't endure her hunger any longer.

When she was about to savor the meal she had been served, a man barged into the room and knocked everything onto the ground.

"Ms. Watts, please don't consume any of those! We'll be serving you something else soon!"

He lifted her up and brought her back to the couch before switching on all the sources of illumination available in the room.

Joan grasped her shirt and muttered in a barely audible voice, "I-I'm so hungry...

"We'll get you something to eat soon.Please hold on for another few minutes."

What's going on with Ms.Duff? A few hours ago, she wanted her dead, yet now she has changed her mind and instructed us to keep her alive for no apparent reason.

The confused man was lost in thoughts, trying to comprehend the rationale behind Della's sudden change of mind.

As another man strode into the room, he hurriedly said, "Here you go!"

"Miss, please have a glass of water!"

Wait a minute! Is something wrong with them? Is this an attempt to lure me into another trap? She cast a skeptical gaze at the men in front of her and started wondering the reason behind their sudden change of behavior.

One of them broke the silence by explaining, "Ms.Watts, you don't have to worry because we were instructed to take good care of you. Please finish this as soon as possible. None of these are spiked." Who instructed them? Suddenly, Joan grasped the arm of one of the men.

Glaring at him with a grim expression, she gasped out her question, "Tell me! Who's the mastermind behind this?"

However, they were not allowed to reveal the secret to her.

In an attempt to distract her, one of them handed over the plate of food to her and suggested, "Ms.Watts, please hurry up and finish this. Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't be able to stand the journey home' The journey home? Am I not supposed to be kept imprisoned? What sort of joke is this? Are they trying to mess with me again? No! I need to replace out the mastermind's identity! She needed to confirm whether Della was the mastermind behind the abduction.

Only then could she confront the woman in person.

Joan wanted to ask Della whether it was worth it to tarnish her image for a man who would never reciprocate her affection for him.

"Miss, why don't you finish this first?"

After the man suggested for one last time, he left the room.

Once again, Joan was left alone.

The helpless woman's eyes started brimming with tears as she stared at the ceiling.

She felt a strong urge to cry, yet she didn't have the strength to cry anymore.

What have I done to deserve this? Is it my fault that Larry loves me? At that thought, she let out a self-deprecating sneer.