Never Late, Never Away

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 492

Finnick’s eyes narrowed in annoyance as he turned to look back at Mark. “I don’t think this meeting is of any importance.”

“How could you say that?” Mark slammed a hand onto the table. “This meeting is to discuss the direction in which the Norton Corporation should be expanding. This is key to whether or not the company can advance higher and further, and you’re saying this isn’t important?”

The lower-ranking directors flocked to agree with Mark.

“That’s right! How can you manage Norton Corporation with that attitude?”

“I knew that we shouldn’t have let him off the hook so easily last time. We should revoke his shares in the company.”

“Obviously, he doesn’t care for us if he’s just coming and going whenever he likes.”

Not wanting to make a mountain out of a molehill, Finnick begrudgingly sat back down and resumed the meeting.

the company’s board of directors. If he continued to let their bad impression grow, there was a high chance that he might lose his

the depths of Mark’s eyes as he let out an

up around noon today. Although he didn’t know what Evelyn had up her sleeve, she promised that as long as he followed her orders, she would find a way to make Finnick transfer his

other occasions, Mark had no doubt that Evelyn could achieve

for about two more hours before finally ending the

the directors to chatter in displeasure yet again. But he didn’t care for them. His patience had already been worn thin, and he couldn’t stand having to sit in there for a second longer. Let them think whatever they

drove all the way back to the Finnor Group building, about to call Vivian and ask her how her check-up had gone. He still refused to accept the child as his, but that didn’t mean

that his phone was not on

up using his secretary’s phone to call his own, and learned from Mrs. Filder, who had

to call Vivian, but no

to leave for the hospital to personally check on Vivian, his secretary entered the office, holding something in

these are the documents that Mr. Morrison sent to you.” The secretary

was perplexed. What could Benedict send