Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1673


    Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1673


    During the lunch break, Gabrie simply spread out a piece of newspaper on the ground and sat there


    while hugging her knees. As the weather was growing increasingly hot, she opened a big stic


    umbre that had the words “C-C” printed on it and ced it beside her.


    At this time, a man in his early twenties sauntered up to her fruit stall. He looked very much like a


    ruffian with a ck baseball cap on his head. While the style of the cap was very simple, someone with


    a discerning eye would be able to tell that it was a luxury essory of the upper-sses at a single


    nce.


    Dipping his head, the man nced at Gabrie, who had no image to speak of, before snagging an


    apple from her stall and started tossing it.


    As the red apple was tossed back and forth between his hands, the sound of it hitting his palm had


    Gabrie jerking her head up to meet the man’s gaze.


    “Put it down at once if you’re not going to buy it!” she roared at him.


    The corners of Jory’s mouth curved into a flippant smile. “It’s just an apple. Even if you sell it, how


    much money would you make?”


    Upon hearing that, Gabrie saw red. “Give it back to me!” After saying that, her hand shot out to


    snatch it back from his hand.


    However, Jory dodged her hand with a nimble swivel and tossed the apple even higher. “I wonder if


    Landon Ward would feel that all his pride throughout the past fifty years and counting is all but


    obliterated if he were to learn that his biological daughter is selling fruits by the roadside.”


    All at once, Gabrie’s heart jolted. She had deliberately picked this spot to set up her fruit stall to keep


    a distance from Ward Group. Despite having told herself time and again not to concern herself over her


    father’s pride, a bolt of fear inexplicably struck her when someone said that.


    He’s aware of my identity? I don’t remember telling anyone about my past or identity, and I’ve never


    seen this man before me ever. So, who is he?


    “Did he send you here? Well, are you here to see how I’m reduced to making a living on the streets?”


    She then red at him. “I’m earning money and supporting myself with my own capabilities, so how is


    that embarrassing to him? Instead, it’s the other way around. Even wild beasts don’t devour their own


    cubs, yet he abandoned his biological daughter. It’s his behavior that’s shameful and humiliating!”


    Thereafter, Jory flung the apple behind him and apuded her with a smattering of apuse as he


    grinned widely. “Excellent! I loved it! You’re truly someone to be admired for her spunk! You’re not


    wrong, for the one in the wrong is your father who disowned you!”


    His speech had Gabrie bewildered. If he’s sent here by Landon Ward, he should have mocked me


    when I said such unpleasant words. Moreover, the people my father employs have always been old


    and experienced. This man before me is at most twenty-one or twenty-two years old in addition to


    having a temperament that is extremely unpredictable, so he’s probably not sent by him.


    “Buzz off if there’s nothing else. I don’t have time to talk nonsense with you here. I’ve still got to run my


    business…” Glimpsing the stark disdain and contempt in his eyes as he looked down at her, her


    impression of him instantly fell to rock bottom.


    She then started arranging the wares at her stall. At that precise moment, Jory took a step back and


    whipped out a thick stack of bills from somewhere or other before brandishing it in front of her. “I know


    you’ve now fallen from grace, and I’m also aware that money is the most important thing to you. Once


    upon a time, millions or tens of millions is a drop in the bucket to you, but now, it must be difficult for


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    you to evene up with forty or fifty thousand, no?”


    People who did business, especially small businesses, were exceedingly sensitive to money. Before


    she was kicked out of the family, she had never thought that there would one day in her life that she


    would be so worried about money. Thus, she was inevitably tempted when greeted by the sight of the


    stack of bills in his hand.


    “This stack of bills is enough to buy half a month of your fruits, yes?” Smug triumph flooded Jory when


    he noticed her gaze pinned intently on the money. Hah! There isn’t a single person I can’t convince.


    After all, isn’t life a pursue of status, fame, and reputation? Putting it bluntly, it’s all for the money! ”I


    don’t mind giving you this money, provided you do me a favor. When the matter is settled, I’ll naturally


    keep my word.