Never Late, Never Away

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 979

Vivian planned to head back home. As she was driving, her mind was bothered with racing thoughts. Before she had even realized it, she had arrived at Finnick’s company. She took a glance at her watch. It was ten minutes before the employees clocked out.

Since both the Finnor Group and the magazine company were under Finnick, they had the same knock-off time. Vivian got out of the car and entered the company building. The receptionist was one of the few who knew she was the president’s wife.

Seeing Vivian’s cold expression, she asked meekly, “Mrs. Norton, may I help you?” It seems like Mrs. Norton is in a bad mood.

All of the employees were aware that the president’s office was surrounded by a gloomy atmosphere lately. Yet, they had no idea what happened.

Vivian cast a glance at the receptionist. “There is no need. Thank you.” With that, she headed upstairs. Her presence didn’t draw much attention in the office. The employees only knew that Vivian was a frequent visitor to their company, yet they had not the slightest idea of her identity.

Thus, they only took a casual glance at Vivian before they continued with their work at hand. Inexplicably, it triggered Vivian’s negative emotions. Finnick could manage such a huge company and discipline his employees well, but he couldn’t even take good care of his family. Our family life is a mess now!

came up to her and

“Hi. I’m waiting for

to go to Norton’s office. Thus, instead of leading her straight away to

need. I don’t want to disturb him, so I’ll wait for him here.” Hearing that, the assistant fetched her a glass of water before she clocked off. As the employers got off work, the office space soon became

nowhere to be seen. Finnick

the door of the president’s office. Yet, she didn’t hear any sound at

there was anyone in the office. After thinking for a while, she pushed open the door and found no one. Right then, she heard a sound coming from inside the

was immediately overwhelmed with awkwardness to see Finnick changing his clothes. Before she could leave, the man had grabbed hold of

body. Meanwhile, Finnick buried his face against her neck and breathed

as if she was caught in the act while peeking. Finnick did as she said, knowing

bloodshot eyes, yet she said nothing about it. Casting her eyes over the room, she said, “You can change your clothes. I’ll wait for you outside.” With that, she left the