Never Late, Never Away

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1383

It was evident that Jason had gotten someone to pull a switcheroo on her.

Not to mention, all those people she had recruited for her secret workplace had turned into renegades one after the other. Previously, they did awful things on Lyna’s behalf because they knew she would back them up. Now that Lyna had lost her upper hand over the whole situation, it was only natural that they would desert her to protect themselves from Fabian. After all, they’d be delusional if they thought they could stand against Fabian. That would be the world’s greatest joke.

Yvette pondered for a bit before helping Lyna up. At this, Lyna snapped out of her trance. She blinked bitterly at the now barren secret workplace.

Lyna’s chest tightened at how much she had lost; she drafted the transfer contract to bleed Winson dry, so she included her own villa as part of the transferrable assets too. But after. the twisted turn of events earlier, her wealth and her villa all belonged to Winson now.

Yvette cast a concerned gaze at Lyna. She hesitantly opened and closed her mouth for some time before finally uttering, “Although our plan failed… and regardless of what’s to come, I still owe it to you for saving me then.”

She then pulled out a credit card from her wallet. “The twenty million in this card is enough to support your lifetime’s spendings, so hurry and leave this city.”

A dangerous gleam flashed in Lyna’s eyes when she heard that Yvette was giving her twenty million. Brimming with hysterical glee, Lyna snatched the card from Yvette’s hands.

Yvette’s head shook disapprovingly at how crazed the woman before her had become. No longer wanting to witness this sight, she stood up and left.

muttered, “I can

and morphed hideously, reflecting how intensely

got up and hailed a taxi for the black

Lyna entered a shop and approached some intimidatingly large men

“Hmm?”

raised at Lyna as if questioning whether she knew what she

have a deal for your boss,” Lyna

they silently discussed amongst themselves. Shortly after, the man in the middle who appeared to be of higher standing nodded his head. Then, one

the door. It came from a man in his fifties or sixties who walked toward Lyna, saying, “I

bottom. He was short and tubby, almost akin to a

do you own?” Lyna carefully construed her words. Her question discreetly referred to how big the boss’ turf

street,” the boss boasted through an

the black market was obviously not an easy feat. It meant that this man was

satisfied grin curved on Lyna’s face once she confirmed the

to leave. Once he and Lyna were the only ones left in the shop, he motioned for her to continue