Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1541


    Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1541


    As for Carl, the assassination n would ensure that Gabrie was firmly bound to him. It would result


    in a great possibility of her marrying him, so it would only be a matter of time before he inherited the


    assets of the Ward family.


    Most importantly, a sense of gratification flooded both Gabrie and Carl at the thought of Larry and


    Joan lying in the hospital because of their n.


    To them, nothing made them happier than having obtained their revenge.


    After having discussed everything, they both went their separate ways. Carl was tasked with informing


    the assassins of the n. Gabrie, on the other hand, not only had to prepare the money but also


    furtively use the Ward family’s influence to investigate Larry and Joan’s exact movements.


    When Gabrie went home, she headed straight for her bedroom, but she just so happened to bump


    into Landon.


    “Where did you go?”


    Ever since the Ward family started having financial problems, Landon had never been amiable with


    Gabrie. When they would usually bump into each other, he either put on a cold expression and said


    nothing or chastise her impatiently.


    While Gabrie felt extremely aggrieved at that, she didn’t dare utter a single word ofint.


    “I went out to meet a friend,” Gabrie answered cautiously.


    “What friend? I hope it wasn’t any of those useless friends of yours?” Landon demanded impatiently.


    “No, it was my best girlfriend. She was feeling down, so she asked me to keep herpany and lend


    her an ear,” Gabrie fibbed.


    She knew that he would definitely blow a gasket if she were to tell him that she went to meet Carl.


    “Good. Don’t simply wander around these days. The Ward family is now in a crisis, so I don’t have


    much time to take care of you. Also, don’t make any more trouble for me.”


    Landon’s tone was much better now. Although he was still peeved, Gabrie was still his daughter, so


    he couldn’t simply shut his eyes to her.


    “Got it, Dad. You should rest more, too. I’m sorry for having worried you.”


    Despite his belligerent demeanor toward her recently, Gabrie could still sense the concern underlying


    his words.


    “I’m fine, so you can get back to your work.”


    At that, Landon spun around and went about his business without bothering about her anymore.


    After going back to her room, the first thing Gabrie did was to calcte how much money she had on


    hand. Despite their financial straintely, Landon didn’t limit her daily expenses, and her monthly


    stipend hadn’t been deducted either. Thus, she could afford to pay the assassins albeit smarting


    slightly.


    Then, she furtively arranged for some people to observe Larry and Joan’s every movement closely with


    the Ward family’s remaining influence.


    As for the rest of it, it all hinged on Carl.


    Meanwhile, Carl immediately contacted the few assassins upon arriving home and wired the two million


    Gabrie transferred to him to the bank ount provided by the assassins.


    After the information from Gabrie’s spies was conveyed to the assassins through Carl, the assassins


    set off for Horington right away.


    Thus, an assassination n targeting Larry and Joan quietly kicked off.


    Nevertheless, Larry and Joan were still ignorant of the impending danger, enjoying the final moments of


    their rare vacation.


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    Subsequently, night fell. After tiring themselves having fun out there, they decided to return to their


    hotel to rest so that they could return to Marsingfill early the next morning.


    They both stood by the roadside while waiting for a cab. At that precise moment, a cab slowly cruised


    toward them.


    When Joan spotted the oing cab, her eyes lit up, and she quickly held her hand out to hail it.


    Sure enough, the cab gradually came to a stop before them.


    Larry and Joan then got into the cab without dy.


    “Where to?” the driver inquired.


    His voice was low and hoarse, marking him apart from the average person.


    “Hello, mister. We’re heading to Washington Hotel,” Joan replied politely.


    “Okay.”


    Without saying anything further, the driver started the engine and slowly drove forward after a single


    word of acknowledgment.


    The driver was wearing a baseball cap with the brim lowered as though afraid that someone would


    discern his countenance.