Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2064

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2064

“There's a crazy bitch yapping outside! She has no sense of propriety at all!”

"Eh, forget her. Let's just go to sleep. If she doesn’t want to sleep, that's her business. If she goes

overboard, we'll call the police,” a couple murmured faintly to themselves in the distance. The doors

soon shut after a while.

“Ms. Ward, the footage has been erased,” the man timidly replied in a small voice.

Alas, the surveillance tapes had been doctored. Gabriella’s plans were momentarily thrown into

disarray. Wait a moment. I've practically disabled both Nancy and Joan! It's impossible that they

could have accomplished so much within such a short period of time. Unless... they got help!

Realization dawned upon Gabriella.

The heart of the enigma remained, however. Who were they getting help from? And where had they

gotten the key? Gabriella had confirmed that there were two keys to the room in total. One was

with the receptionist while Gabriella held the other in her hand. There had been no visible damage

to the door or the lock. The only reasonable deduction Gabriella could draw from this fact was that

Joan and Nancy's aid had gotten the key from the receptionist.

"Quick, go to the front desk. They're going to change shifts soon. We have to seek out the

receptionist who worked the front desk at that time!” Gabriella raged.

The two men sprinted out of the security control room as if their lives depended on it.

"What do you mean? I don’t understand what you're saying,” the receptionist said, frowning in

response to the harried demands of the two men standing before her.

“Come on. Are you saying that no one came to take the key?" the men yelled, unleashing all the fear

and anger he'd kept pent up within him from enduring Gabriella’s abuse.

The receptionist's no-nonsense face immediately grew white with rage.

She had no clue what these two madmen were going on about. The receptionist took pride in her

professionalism and would never have handed the key to any stranger who demanded it. After all,

the hotel greatly valued the privacy of its guests.

“Forget it. You won't be able to get anything out of her,” Gabriella scoffed, sauntering over.

The two men whirled around and looked at her in bewilderment.

“Ms. Ward, what do you mean by that?” they asked curiously.

Gabriella almost boiled over with exasperation. Utterly disregarding her pathetic lackeys, she walked

up to the receptionist and inquired politely, “Hello, may I ask who the receptionist on duty was just

now?" The two men gaped in astonishment. They'd never heard such a gentle tone issuing from

Gabriella before.

"Oh, were you referring to her? Her shift already ended, and she should be home by now. She'll be

coming back to work tomorrow morning if you can wait until then,” the receptionist responded with

equal courtesy.

"Sure, thank you,” Gabriella replied. She turned and walked away, beckoning for the two men to

follow.

“I strongly suspect that those two bitches are still within the premises. Tonight, no matter what, I

want you to thoroughly search every room,” Gabriella said confidingly to the two men once they

were out of the receptionist's earshot.

“Got it. All right, we'll do as you say, then,” the two men willingly assented.

Having thus agreed, the three of them proceeded on their separate ways.

Nancy and Joan's disappearance had left behind a whirl of turmoil in its wake.

“It's all because of you, Larry! How many things have happened ever since you got married to Joan?

Those that I can recall offhand are already far too many to count!” Jory said, glowering.

Jory's outrage, however, was perfectly reasonable, given that his wife had suddenly gone missing

without a trace.

“Calm down, Jory. Let's put our heads together and come up with a plan. There's no use you kicking

up a fuss. It'll only waste more valuable time,” Larry explained.

Where's his presence of mind? Doesn't Jory have any sense at all? Larry wondered disdainfully to

himself. At a time like this, shouldn't he be finding ways to solve the problem instead of assigning

blame?

Larry shook his head, heaving a sigh of despondency. It baffled him as to why Nancy even bothered

fraternizing with such a pathetic bunch.

"Fine, what do you say we should do, then? Where should we start looking?” Jory taunted, leering at

Larry.

They had last seen Nancy at the fashion boutique. Larry guessed that Rune was aware of something,

at least. He had been consistently denying everything, however. It was outrageously evident that

Rune was covering up for Gabriella. Larry cracked his knuckles, the cogs in his mind turning

feverishly.

Rune hadn't been lying. He'd told Larry and Jory that Nancy had been to his boutique and that he'd

personally seen her off onto her ride. Both of these facts were true. What Rune was blissfully

oblivious to was that the car Nancy had been traveling on was hijacked by Gabriella’s gang of

ruffians.

“I think we can make use of Rune to convey a message to Gabriella,” Larry said thoughtfully.