Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1706

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1706

Larry did not have any bodyguard with him, so he had to push through the mob like a lone ranger.

He moved through it with much difficulty, listening to the many voices in his ears throwing around

the word “interview”. But he took no heed of it all, as he kept muttering to no one in particular,

“Excuse me, coming through.”

Once Larry got out of his car, the ruckus downstairs suddenly got so loud that even Caspian, who

was upstairs, noticed the oddity. No way! I just got off the phone with him! I told him not to come!

How did he make it here so fast?

Caspian wanted to take the elevator down, but it took too long and he did not have the patience to

wait. He stomped his feet once and decided he might as well use the stairs. He glanced downwards

from the stairway and, as expected, spotted Larry's tall, distinctive figure amid the crowd,

surrounded by pesky media representatives and moving very slowly, with no one there to rescue

him.

Caspian clenched his fists. Holding on to the handrails, he sprinted down the stairs, taking two to

three steps at a time. When he reached the bottom, Larry barely managed to squeeze into the hall,

blocked by a wall of humans. He did not see Caspian, and the latter, who had emerged outside, had

lost the patience he once had

When the commotion started, he still had the patience to confront the journalists and tell them,

“Sorry for the inconvenience, but the president is busy. He will not be accepting interviews, but in

time we'll clarify our situation.” Now, witnessing these journalists and their stubborn refusal to back

down, with little care for how other people feel, he decided that the time for niceness was over. He

charged over, grabbed hold of a random journalist, and swiftly tossed him aside.

He was a soldier once. The skill had not completely left him. Since getting married, he had had one

too many peaceful days, and never really had the need to practice. Surprisingly, the situation that

day gave him a chance to exercise his muscles. One by one, he lifted the members of the press with

ease. It did not matter they were male journalists at six feet tall, or female journalists weighing

about a hundred pounds. Caspian picked them up like he was carrying chickens.

After getting rid of the last journalist who got in his way, Caspian spotted Larry who was trapped

with no way out. He rushed to his front and gave the scowling journalists a telling off, “Look, you're

all well-known figures of the media. I'm sure you abide by your professional work ethics. The way

you guys block the entrance to our company has greatly impacted our operations. If you still have

the minimum level of conscience, please leave before we call the police. We will make an

announcement about our company affairs in due time.”

Caspian’s statement had not completely fallen on deaf ears. Several journalists actually lowered their

microphones, but there were still some restless troublemakers who would not take no for an

answer.

“Then, tell us, sir. Why isn't Mr. Norton, the president, responding to any of this? Why must you

stand up for him?” The journalist raised her microphone so high that it almost poked another

person in the eye.

Caspian detested these people and wanted to throw them over his shoulder countless times.

Fortunately, he had managed to send Larry into the building before the journalists got them.

Otherwise, he feared that they would ask more loaded questions.

One troublesome journalist was like a stubborn piece of gum. She stepped forward and clung onto

Caspian, leaning towards him with her microphone, its logo facing the camera. It was like she

needed the audience to know that she represented a weekly online news agency in Marsingfill.

If it weren't for the fact that you're a woman, and I don't hit women, I would have taken you out

moments ago. Gosh, these nosy journalists are even more insufferable than my wife! Those were the

thoughts running through Caspian’s mind. He soon realized that the journalists who had previously

lowered their microphones were raising them again. Perhaps the irksome journalist's question

happened to be right up their alley.

The situation escalated and got physical really fast. Some had resorted to grabbing Caspian by the

sleeve, demanding an explanation.