A Touch of Sweetness (Finnick Norton and Vivian William) novel Chapter 1388

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1388

“Fabian!” The moment Fabian emerged at the main entrance of the pizza joint, Jason called out and waved at him. He was seated at a table near the main entrance of the eatery with Hannah and Natasha.

“How did you end up here with Hannah?”

Fabian asked casually, acting as if he was really surprised to see them together.

“I haven’t seen Hannah for quite a long time. So, I ask her out for a simple meal.”

Natasha instinctively moved to sit next to Jason so that Fabian could sit next to Hannah.

“I see. What a coincidence to see you here, then.” Fabian nodded and started munching on a slice of pizza offered by Hannah.

Aside from pizza, they had ordered other appetizers as well. When they finally stepped out of the pizza joint more than an hour later, Hannah felt overstuff as she had eaten too much.

“Why did you force yourself to finish the food?”

Fabian pitied her and wrapped her in his arms, massaging her stomach lightly to ease her discomfort.

“I was suddenly craving for the food at the pizza joint and ordered too much. It’s a waste if I don’t finish the food!”

Hannah smiled sheepishly at Fabian. As she was craving pizza all of a sudden, she went straight to a pizza joint with both Jason and Natasha. If she knew earlier that Fabian would join them, she would certainly choose a better restaurant.

“Do you think that your stomach is a bottomless pit?” Fabian chuckled as he tapped lightly on her forehead.

“Fabian, can you please stop your public display of affection? Please don’t neglect Natasha and I. Think about how us singles would feel to witness the romantic moments of you lovebirds.” Jason hinted at Fabian pitifully.

It was really hard for him to accept the fact that such an assertive business elite like Fabian would turn into a caring and loving family man in a split second.

Fabian Norton, no matter how capable you are, I doubt you’ll be able to protect Hannah Young this time around! Snickering to herself, Lyna stared off into the distance, her eyes glinting maliciously.

A man stepped into the police station with a document in his hand.

He was the one assigned by Lyna to deliver the document.

“Sir, I want to lodge a report!”

He claimed that he was holding a document that served as concrete evidence that the wife of Phoenix Group’s president was involved in the smuggling of firearms.

In a split second, the whole police station was filled with chatterings. Has this guy gone nuts? How dare he accused Fabian Norton’s woman? Smuggling firearms? Is this a joke? However, it doesn’t matter if the police did not believe the man, for they could not deny his accusations at the sight of the so-called concrete evidence.

After flipping through the copy of the document numerous times, the chief of the Baykeep Police Station finally instructed his subordinates with gritted teeth, “Head for Fabian Norton’s villa to arrest the suspect, Hannah Young.”