Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2863
With a wave of his hand, the leader signaled the men behind him to charge into the living room. Upstairs, chaos erupted.
The housemaid blew a whistle. Very soon, the staff members stationed in the backyard came forward.
“Oh, looks like you guys are already prepared!”
“That’s a given. Do you think we’ll let you despicable rats go without a fight?” the housemaid shouted back.
“Show no mercy! This is our turf! Attack!” With a single command from the housemaid, the battle at Jake’s villa spiraled out of control.
Nancy heard the ruckus coming from the yard. Quietly, she stepped out of the bathroom.
Sh*t, the fight has started! Though she was somewhat thrilled by the turn of events, she managed to contain herself. No, this is not the time. I have to find Joan! But where is she?
“Joan!” Nancy made her way upstairs, calling Joan’s name.
The fact was, Joan had fainted and been taken elsewhere before the whole commotion started. It was all the housemaid’s doing. In order to save time, the housemaid did not bother arguing with her and made her swallow a pill instead, which resulted in her loss of consciousness.
Wait, something’s not right. This is her room, but she’s not in here. Where has she gone? As the fight continued outside, Nancy went room to room in search of Joan. She checked the study and Jake’s room, but the woman was nowhere to be found.
At last, she came across a locked cellar.
Without hesitation, she ran to the kitchen, picked up a random knife and began hacking fiercely at the latch.
Desperate times call for desperate measures. There was nothing a woman would not resort to if it could save herself and her loved ones.
“Ah!”
Nancy screamed. She had been reckless with the knife and had accidentally cut her finger. Blood started dripping from the wound.
Nevertheless, she managed to destroy the latch in the end. She was lucky that Jake’s household came equipped with the best knives money could buy.
She opened the door to find Joan leaning against the wall. She was asleep, and she looked awfully pale.
“Joan! Joan, wake up! It’s me, Nancy!” She gently patted Joan on the cheeks as she shouted her name, trying to probe a reaction, but Joan did not stir at all.
Left with no other options, Nancy decided to carry the unconscious woman on her back. The move exhausted all her strength, but she eventually made her way out of the cellar. What now? It’s chaotic outside, we can’t go out that way! Damn it! I guess I have to call Larry for help.
“Hey, Larry. I need help. It’s chaos out there. Joan might get hurt,” Nancy pleaded anxiously.
Larry hung up the phone after receiving her message. He put on the hat and mask he had brought with him and barged into the place.
“Larry!” Caspian shouted.
They understood that, without Larry’s command, they were not to enter the villa to avoid making things worse.
“Nancy, let me do it.” Larry carried Joan into his arms and rushed out of the building. By the time Jake’s housemaid realized what had happened, she only managed to spot Nancy’s silhouette as they ran away.
“What happened? Is she alright?” Dustin inquired about Joan.
“Let’s get out of here!” Larry bellowed.
In less than a minute, the gang crowding the villa’s entrance quickly retreated. Larry’s men who had been in the building gradually dispersed as well.
In spite of the fight between the two parties, the property was not damaged in the slightest.
The housemaid sat on the steps, giving herself a minute to catch her breath. The whole ordeal left her in dismay. Then, as though she had recalled something important, she rushed to the cellar, only to find it empty.
“Joan, wake up. I beg you, please say something. It’s me, Larry,” the man kept calling her name as he tried to shake her awake.
Feebly, Joan shook her head. Then, she slowly opened her eyes and took in her surroundings.
Isn’t he the man in my dreams? Joan abruptly sat up, startled. It just dawned on her that the man from her dreams turned out to be real.
“Who are you? Where am I?” Joan surveyed the people around her. She was shivering.
I guess she has really forgotten about me. As Larry reached a hand out to wipe the sweat from her forehead, he sighed. He whispered to her, “Joan, don’t you remember? I’m Larry. Have you truly forgotten about me?”
Somehow, the disappointment in his eyes made her heart ache.
So he’s Larry!
“Joan, it’s great to have you back. We all miss you so very much. You can relax now. With us here, no one will ever harm you again,” Nancy excitedly called out to her, patting herself on the chest.