Never Late, Never Away Chapter 113

Is there something wrong with my numbers? But our company did exceptionally well in this quarter!

As the director continued to reveal the details of the financial report, he could not help but start wiping droplets of sweat off his face. “Mr. Norton, is there a problem with the report?”

He did not get a response.

Finnick just nodded randomly and did not even pay attention to his report. All this while, his attention was on the screen of his phone.

Or more precisely, he was staring at Vivian’s text message on his phone: Hi, I’ll be staying with my mom in my house since she has just been discharged from the hospital.

The text message was so formally written that a vortex of anger swirled inside him.

Her house?

Is she trying to draw a line between us?

This woman is absolutely capable of provoking me!

Finnick’s silent treatment made everyone in the meeting room nervous. Even the most experienced members of senior management began to tremble because they were afraid that he was not pleased with the results.

Minutes ticked by, and everyone was already sweating buckets. All of a sudden, Finnick raised his head.

Just as the company executives thought he was about to comment on the company’s performance, he said, “Let’s call it a day. We’ll continue tomorrow.”

Finnick did not notice how shocked everyone was, and left the meeting room in his wheelchair.

Noah, who was just as dumbfounded, picked up his pace and ran after Finnick.

“Is everything alright, Mr. Norton?” Noah finally caught up with him. “Did an earthquake happen in J Nation and affect our nuclear plant? Or did a tornado hit our power plant in A Nation?”

Noah believed something disastrous must have happened; otherwise, Finnick would not have ended the meeting so abruptly.

Finnick stopped his wheelchair, tilted his head, and gave Noah a cold stare. “Go and find out where Vivian lives. I mean, where her mother lives.”

“Ms. William’s mother?” Noah was confused for a moment.

Finnick ignored his question and wheeled himself away. “Let’s go and pay them a visit when you find out where she lives.”

Meanwhile, Vivian was in her house, cautiously feeding Rachel dinner. She still had no idea her text message had enraged Finnick.

She bought plain porridge and soup for Rachel, but they were so cold and tasteless that Rachel refused to eat them.

Vivian immediately wiped the corners of her mouth with a napkin. “I’ll go and buy something else for you.”

She then put on a coat and was ready to leave.

Rachel frowned. “It’s almost 10 p.m. now. Where are you going to get food at this hour?”

“I still have to get something for you to eat. If I can’t find a restaurant, I’ll just grab something from the supermarket.”

With that, she walked out of the house.

Vivian headed downstairs and started counting the money she had in her pouch. All of a sudden, a car with a pair of bright spotlights appeared.

She lifted her hands to protect her eyes from the light. A few seconds later, she saw a black Bentley approaching her.

Vivian froze.

Isn’t this…

The house Vivian rented was located in an ordinary neighborhood in Sunshine City. Hence, it was highly unusual to see a Bentley here.

Before she could react, the car door suddenly opened automatically and a familiar wheelchair appeared before her eyes.

Vivian could not believe her eyes when she saw Finnick came up to her in his wheelchair. She stuttered, “What… what are you doing here?”

Finnick took a glance at her from her head to her feet. Vivian wore her pajamas on the inside and covered herself with a jacket. She had a pair of flip-flops on, and she tied her hair into a messy bun. Though she might appear a little sloppy, Finnick thought she still looked adorable.

But the moment he remembered her text message, he immediately put on a serious look and asked, “Why did you come back?”

Vivian did not expect Finnick to come all the way just to ask her this question. She decided to tell him her half-truth. “My mom was discharged from the hospital today, so I came back to take care of her.”

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