Never Late, Never Away

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1706

Larry did not have any bodyguard with him, so he had to push through the mob like a lone ranger. He moved through it with much difficulty, listening to the many voices in his ears throwing around the word “interview”. But he took no heed of it all, as he kept muttering to no one in particular, “Excuse me, coming through.”

Once Larry got out of his car, the ruckus downstairs suddenly got so loud that even Caspian, who was upstairs, noticed the oddity. No way! I just got off the phone with him! I told him not to come! How did he make it here so fast?

Caspian wanted to take the elevator down, but it took too long and he did not have the patience to wait. He stomped his feet once and decided he might as well use the stairs. He glanced downwards from the stairway and, as expected, spotted Larry’s tall, distinctive figure amid the crowd, surrounded by pesky media representatives and moving very slowly, with no one there to rescue him.

at a time. When he reached the bottom, Larry barely managed to squeeze

journalists and tell them, “Sorry for the inconvenience, but the president is busy. He will not be accepting interviews, but in time we’ll clarify our situation.” Now, witnessing these journalists and their stubborn refusal to back down, with little care for how other people feel,

not completely left him. Since getting married, he had had one too many peaceful days, and never really had the need to practice. Surprisingly, the situation that day gave him a chance to exercise his muscles. One by one, he lifted the members of the press with ease. It did not matter they were male journalists at six feet tall, or female journalists weighing about a hundred pounds. Caspian picked them

the scowling journalists a telling off, “Look, you’re all well-known figures of the media. I’m sure you abide by your professional work ethics. The way you guys block the entrance to our company has greatly impacted our operations. If you still have the minimum level of conscience, please leave before we call the police. We will make an

completely fallen on deaf ears. Several journalists actually lowered their microphones, but there were still some restless troublemakers who would not take no

sir. Why isn’t Mr. Norton, the president, responding to any of this? Why must you stand up for him?” The journalist raised her microphone so high that it almost