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Chapter 397
Chapter 397
Chapter 397 Wait for Me
Janet was nestling on the sofa. Although she was as small as a cat, her cold face and
the dominating vigor emanating from her body still
made Marvin, who was around six feet three inches tall, a little bit cringed.
“Whether Donahueiel is good or bad, loyal or fickle, it’s a private matter between the two of us. I don’t w
ant to involve the Smedley family.”
Janet took a deep breath, and when she met Marvin’s dodging eyes, she was even more angry.
“In the future, you must never meddle in my affairs with Donahueiel without my permission!” This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .
“Marvin, if you have no place to exert your talent, you can work in my
company. I happen
to be short of an accountant here, with a monthly salary of 40 dollars and no holiday!”
Marvin immediately shrank his neck like a quail and took a step back to diminish his presence.
He didn’t want to be a long–
term worker in the Longfellow group, for he knew Janet was crueler than a landlord. Moreover, he woul
d rather go out on a date if he was free.
“And Beacher, I happen to be planning to build a racing club right now. Since you are free, come back a
nd be a car washer for me.”
Beacher kept silent and thought,” Is she kidding? How can a famous racing driver, be a car washer?”
“And Donahue, you…”
Janet talked vigorously and looked at Donahue who sat aside…
Unexpectedly, Donahue raised his eyebrows lazily and silently looked at Janet, as if he was listening at
tentively.
“You… you should always remind Marvin and Beacher to do things properly and learn more from you.”
When Janet met Donahue’s dominating gaze, she suddenly changed her tone.
Beacher hugged his head in front of the computer and howled. He
wondered why Jill treated him so differently.
This was domestic violence. And it was violence even if it was verbal.
Janet laughed embarrassedly.
Donahue, who was her brother, was also like her serious father since childhood. To be honest, she was
more afraid of her brother than her father when she was a child.
“Jill,” Marvin called her and hesitantly asked again, “you really don’t need us to take action?”
Beacher had always been straightforward, “I’ll just say it straight, Jill, do you still like Donahueiel?”
Thinking of the pain she experienced in the past, Janet was disappointed and regretted it.
She hid the memories of her infatuated love and made it her own secret,
reminding herself not to repeat the same mistakes because of Donahueiel’s
redemption.
But this memory was buried too deep, almost growing together with her flesh,
if she had to forget it, it would definitely be a pain of skin peeling.
“Even if I don’t like him, I will have feelings even for a dog that I had raised
for many years.”
Janet smiled, her eyes seemed to be covered with a mist and would break at
any touch, making people unable to bear to touch her scars again.
“What’s more, I have loved Donahueiel for ten years which has taken up nearly half of my current life. I
need time to forget him completely…”
She would gradually forget all her feelings for Donahueiel, but before that, her
brothers couldn’t do anything to Donahueiel, otherwise, she would feel guilty
towards him.
Seeing Janet’s depressed appearance, Marvin sighed silently, hating himself for being incompetent and
not being able to bear all the pain for Janet.
Donahue played with the cup in his hand and remained silent.
He knew love was illogical. Even if he strictly abode by the principle and was decisive in the business,
he also interfered with Doris‘ life ignoring the fact that Kade was Doris‘ boyfriend.
Beacher seemed to be able to feel Janet’s bone–
deep pain through the screen and wanted to scold Donahueiel a little more indignantly, but Janet had
recovered from the grief and interrupted him.
“You don’t need to intervene anymore, I will handle my relationship with
important thing now is, did the people Beacher sent succeed?”
Janet
was well aware of Donahueiel’s strength. With him in charge, the Webster Group would not fall so easil
y. But if Donahueiel was hurt today, then the fate of the Webster Group would be uncertain.
Beacher glanced at the message sent by the thug, and said in a regretful tone, “Not yet, Donahueiel ha
s been working overtime at the company.”
The people Beacher sent had been squatting for two nights in a row. Beacher didn’t expect Donahueiel
to be a workaholic, who lived and boarded directly in the company, giving Beacher no chance to take a
ction.
Janet breathed a sigh of relief for there was still time to stop him.
“Hurry up and get them back before things get worse,” Janet urged, staring at Beacher on the screen.
Beacher took a long time to find out the number and then glanced at Janet. Seeing her serious and dec
isive expression, he had no choice but to press the dial button.
“Tsk!”
No one answered for a long time. Beacher lowered his head to confirm the number, and there was no
mistake.
He called other people, but no one answered.
“It’s turned off, and I can’t get through,” Beacher shrugged.
But he was secretly thinking in his heart that although Jill was soft–hearted,
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he was tough. He hoped they had already done it.
There were hardly any people at
that intersection except for the occasional freight bus. If Donahueiel got stuck there, no one could help
him.
Janet had no time to think about the smirk on Beacher’s face. She frowned and immediately took out h
er cell phone to call Donahueiel.
The phone only rang once before it was picked up.
“Janet, what’s wrong?”
Janet’s heart trembled inexplicably. Donahueiel’s voice calling her was exceptionally gentle like a warm
spring breeze blowing past her ears and resounding in her heart.
It was very quiet on the other end of the phone, not even the sound of wind. She suddenly felt uneasy.
“Where are you?”
It was late at night, and a few stars were dotted in the sky.
There was no one at the intersection, and occasionally there was a gust of
bleak wind.
More than 20 tall and strong men formed a semicircle, holding and waving baseball bats or steel pipes i
n their hands, reflecting sharp shadows in the cold moonlight.
A black commercial vehicle was surrounded. Donahueiel was sitting in the driver’s seat calmly holding
his mobile phone, with his other hand half resting on the steering wheel. His cuffs
were rolled up loosely, and the shiny dial was
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reflected in the moonlight.
Since Alfred kept nagging, after he finished the
work, he ordered Alfred to keep an eye on the company, drive home by himself, and prepare to take a
shower and sleep.
Unexpectedly, he encountered these men at this intersection.
Without thinking, he could guess who arranged these people.
From Janet’s cold inquiry on the phone, Donahueiel keenly sensed her subtle concern. He tapped the s
teering wheel in a good mood and raised the corner of
his mouth.
“I just got off work and on my way home.”
A group of strong men fiercely stopped in front of the car, but Donahueiel was so calm as if he was wat
ching a show while drinking coffee.
The other end of the phone was so quiet, Janet guessed that Donahueiel hadn’t
gotten out of the car yet.
So she spoke quickly, “Stay in the car. I’ll be right there, wait for me.