Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2411


    Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2411


    “I’m sorry, but Joan still has a lot of things to do. Why don’t you make it some other day? It’s already


    nighttime now,” Delh gave them an awkward smile as she suggested at the side.


    “No way. Our chairman has to see her today!” the man bellowed.


    That’s a little too much. They’re foisting it upon me! Joan took a few steps back and shuddered in fear.


    It’ste at night. Going out on my own isn’t really safe.


    “Tomorrow. I’ll see your chairman tomorrow,” she answered in a low voice.


    “Our chairman isn’t free tomorrow!” Finally, their negotiation ended to no avail, and Joan was taken


    away by the two men.


    “What are you trying to do? Let go of me!” she screamed and struggled.


    “Joan…” Delh was shouting from behind them.


    The car was started and driven away from the garden. Delh was stranded in the garden, alone.


    “Hello, Larry, quick, Joan has been taken away. Hurry up and save her!” Delh cried in desperation.


    At that juncture, Larry lost his cool. “Where is she?” he asked in a somber manner.


    How am I supposed to know where they are right now? I have no idea either! Delh felt like she had


    been struck by lightning and was at a loss.


    “Tell me the car registration number!” Larry asked directly.


    He then hung up the call immediately and called Caspian.


    “I need you to check a car registration number for me and track it down…” Very soon, all his men were


    brought into action.


    “Do you know who I am? Larry will never let you off the hook!” In the car, Joan warned them.


    “Yes, we do. You’re Larry, Dustin, and Caiden’s beloved woman!” the man answered.


    At that moment, Joan was taken aback. Turns out they know all these so well!


    Very soon, the car came to a stop at the entrance of a café. The few men yanked Joan off the car


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    forcefully and pushed her into the café.


    “Let go of me!” she cried out aloud deliberately, trying to attract others’ attention.


    Unfortunately, the entire café had been booked.


    “Ms. Watts, what are you yelling about?” Out of the blue, the voice of a male stranger came from


    somewhere ahead of her.


    She paced forward slowly, trying to take a closer look at the man in front of her, but she still couldn’t


    figure out where she had met him before.


    “You are?” Joan looked at the man standing across from her suspiciously. She was a little curious


    within herself.


    “I’m Caiden’s father, Keith Owens,” the man answered.


    So the ‘chairman’ they mentioned is actually Caiden’s father, Keith!


    He must be here to question me about the marriage proposal his son made to me in public.


    “Hello, Mr. Owens, I didn’t expect that we’ll meet in such a way,” Joan said that on purpose in a tone full


    of displeasure.


    “Ms. Watts, I hope you understand that I’m left with only this option as I’m very upied with my


    “Mr. Owens, how may I help you?” Joan asked in return.


    “To be frank, I’ve seen the pictures and video clip of Caiden proposing to you. As you know, the Owens


    family is a prominent family…” He was very tactful with his words, and his tone was solemn.


    Of course, Joan understood the meaning between his lines clearly. As a result, she was very


    “Mr. Owens, Caiden, and I are just friends,” Joan replied.


    Very well, this woman is quite smart! The man took a sip of coffee, and a content curve crept up on the


    corner of his mouth.


    “Also, Mr. Owens, I hope you can look after your son and make sure he neveres to bother me


    again,” she continued. All of a sudden, the man was stunned.


    “You can keep this check yourself. I don’t need it.” With that, Joan got up and left.


    It turned out that Keith was using the check as an incentive to make her leave his son. Joan knew very


    well that he did that because he loved his son, but in the meantime, it was also an insult to her!


    “Ms. Watts!” Behind her, the man asked aloud, “What’s wrong? Do you think it’s too little?”


    How ironic and cruel is that! Joan sneered, and her mood took a turn for the worse.


    “Mr. Owens, I think you’ve mistaken. I’m not the kind of person you presumed. You should consider


    donating that check of yours for some charity!” Joan turned around and answered softly.