Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2577

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2577

Faye could only imagine how dejected Joan felt, at the sight of her sorrowful expression. Without

saying a word, she left the office quietly.

“Larry, have you seen the news? Joan's photography studio is in trouble,” Caspian exclaimed.

"What happened?” Larry asked, with his head bowed.

“It says something about appalling shooting skills and techniques. It also mentions how the

photography studio scams its customers...” Caspian recapped the highlights as he read through the

news on his phone.

Hearing Caspian describing the awful reviews published, Larry lifted his head, letting out a frosty

glare.

He had always thought that the business at the photography studio was bad because they only had

a handful of clients. He never expected Joan to be framed for fraudulence.

“When did it happen?” Larry asked.

“It was reported yesterday afternoon,” Caspian answered.

Picking up his phone, Larry darted out of his office.

She must be devastated... Larry rushed into his car and sped off in the direction of Joan's studio.

“Investigate the case further, especially the few individuals in the video clip,” he commanded coldly

over the phone.

“Duly noted!” Caspian obeyed right away.

Both of them tacitly presumed that somebody had orchestrated the whole incident.

Damn itt Who could it be? Larry clenched his fist and hit it hard on the steering wheel.

“Fraudsters! Close down your business!”

"A scammer boss with no integrity! You should go to hell!”

There was a dreadful commotion outside the photography studio, with a gang of people protesting

loudly with written displays.

"What should we do now, Ms. Watts?" Faye had ants in her pants.

Joan was clueless. She had never encountered such a horrifying experience and was not sure how to

resolve the mess.

Bang!

The glass at the entrance shattered into a thousand pieces.

Someone cast a stone at the window, causing a chaotic tumult.

“Ouch!”

Suddenly, a staff shouted helplessly from the office lobby, holding his bleeding head.

"What happened?” Joan queried.

"Ms. Watts, there will be more casualties if the situation goes beyond control,” a photographer ran

to her and warned.

"Yes, let's call the police!” Faye suggested.

Joan's heart sank as she watched the crowd gloat and cheered sarcastically.

“Don't call the police yet, let me go explain to them personally.” Just as she spoke, she walked out of

the office.

“No, Ms. Watts, you can't go out now, it's too dangerous!” the photographer trailed behind her and

cautioned.

Indeed, the entrance was congested. Standing in the middle of the office lobby, Joan hesitated. In

the end, she made a decision to bite the bullet and face the crowd.

“Please be silent. I'm the person in charge of this photography studio. Things are not as what you've

perceived,” Joan declared while waving her hands at the crowd, but no one was willing to listen to

her.

"Did you hear that? She said she’s the person-in-charge of the photography studio.”

“That's right! Listen to me, this woman is the boss. She's the one to blame!”

"Oh, everyone, look! That's the boss!”

In an instant, a few women took some vegetables and raw eggs from their baskets and threw them

at Joan.

"Ah..." Joan tried to stop them desperately but to no avail. She wanted to retreat, only to realize that

others had blocked her way from behind.

“B***h! Liar!"

One after another, they threw eggs at her. As a result, Joan landed herself in a disheveled state.

“Stop right there!”

Suddenly, a commanding male voice rang out.

His tone was so domineering and intimidating that everyone stopped their demeaning actions and

fixed their eyes on the man who came running toward Joan.

"Are you all right?” Jake asked while giving Joan a comforting hug.

“I'm fine.” She shook her head.

“Hurry up and come inside, Ms. Watts!" Faye assisted her into the lobby.

“All of you are creating a scene!” Jake grimaced and bellowed.