A Touch of Sweetness (Finnick Norton and Vivian William) novel Chapter 853

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 853

Unexpectedly, Hunter dumped some money on the table before declaring, “I can help save anyone you ask me to, just not Finnick. So forget it.”

Then he walked off, leaving Evelyn stupefied in a daze.

That’s right! I asked him to rescue Finnick! Finnick—His romantic rival! Why on earth would he agree to help me? God, I made a mistake…

Evelyn snorted, laughing bitterly at her foolish self.

Am I just asking for trouble at this point? She single-handedly brought Finnick’s company to the ground, driving it to bankruptcy and sending Finnick, its president, to jail.

Just as Evelyn sank into the pits of despair, someone approached her and asked, “Miss, are you alright?”

Evelyn’s every movement skidded to a halt.

She’s…

She was the woman that greatly resembled Rachel. Now, the woman stood before Evelyn and was asking her if she was alright.

Evelyn blinked at the woman’s glamorously classy appearance; she eyed the LV bag that was looped in on the woman’s hand and recognized the signature smell of Chanel’s cosmetic line that the woman wore on her face.

“Mom,” Evelyn deliberately slurred her words in a drunken-like manner. Evelyn had hoped that maybe she could discover more something about the woman.

“Silly child, I’m not your mother.” The woman clarified softly as she frowned at Evelyn, pitying her. “Just call me Ms. Ferguson.”

To Ms. Ferguson, Evelyn looked like a frightened child who had lost her mother. This sight was enough to evoke a sense of motherly love from Ms. Ferguson. So she allowed Evelyn to call her ‘Ms. Ferguson’.

“Ms. Ferguson? Can I ask if you have a twin sister?” Evelyn asked curiously, shaking her head to act that she had sobered up.

This bewildered Ms. Ferguson, who stilled whilst her mind thought long and hard about the question.

“Why do you ask…?” Ms. Ferguson finally spoke. Feeling unsettled by Evelyn’s question, Ms. Ferguson stared at her with narrowed, examining eyes.

“Finnick, do you have anything to say about your illegal involvement with stock frauds?” He interrogated.

“Yeah. I’m saying that I didn’t do it.” Finnick boldly met the policeman’s gaze with a stone-cold expression. There was no way in hell that he would admit to something that he didn’t do.

The policeman reacted negatively to Finnick’s smug retort. He slammed the table and roared, “Your lips may be as tight as a clam’s, but you’re already in jail. Now, what else do you have to say?”

The incident had caused a stir amongst the policeman’s superiors. With tension rising, they released orders for the policeman to figure out the incident’s real cause within three days.

However, Finnick pleaded not guilty and had prolonged the course of his trial. So it only made sense that the policeman was furious at him.

He had hoped to deal with the case as soon as possible so that he could report back to his superiors. Yet, now the task seemed nothing short of impossible.

“If being in jail makes me automatically guilty, then I suggest you conduct a better investigation before questioning me. I know my rights, and I don’t have to explain anything to you.” Finnick’s eyes locked onto the policeman before him. He knew exactly what the policeman planned to do.

But Finnick refused to allow it. He’s interrogating me without bothering to investigate the full story; does he think that he can force me into confessing to the crime?