Classic Novel
Chapter 411
Chapter 411
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“After lunch, drive your car away. And don’t show up downstairs again.”
The corners of Donahueiel’s mouth flattened. “Did I bother you?”
Janet snapped back at him. “What do you think?”
“You made it clear that you would never come back to me. You even promised to use the
racing club’s contract as compensation for the injury. We’re even now.
“And now you’re downstairs guarding me again. What’s your game?”
Janet’s voice was higher than usual, clearly indicating her bad mood.
Donahueiel’s eyes were as thick as an impenetrable black mist. His deep voice reached
Janet’s ears, accompanied by the sound of a car horn outside – a jarring contrast.
“Don’t get me wrong. I don’t want to start over with you.”
Donahueiel looked up at the towering building, his gaze settling on a particular window. The gentle sunl
ight refracted off his pupils, casting a radiant amber glow like
underwater treasure.
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“Can I ask you something? Will you give me another chance – a chance to court you again?”
Janet was taken aback by his words. Her heart felt like it was crawling with ants – numb
and itchy all at once.
Before making the call, Janet had imagined countless possibilities.
Donahueiel might use their business partnership as an excuse to talk to her, or he might try to coerce h
er into having dinner with him by mentioning her own financial troubles
or those of the company.
No matter what he said, she had prepared a countermeasure. But she never expected him to act this w
ay.
He was so direct.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously tightened her grip on the pen in her
hand, causing a sharp pain in her palm.
“I don’t have time for your games.”
she said dismissively before hurriedly hanging up the phone.
Her response was ambiguous – not a clear rejection. In Donahueiel’s eyes, she had
already taken a step towards him.
His lips curved into a slight smile as he searched for nearby restaurants on his phone. He selected one
with a pleasant atmosphere and shared the address with Janet.
But then, a red exclamation mark appeared on the screen and dazzled him.
When had she blocked him?
With no other choice, Donahueiel sent the address to Alfred instead.
As Alfred applied an ice pack to his swollen head, he resentfully forwarded the address
to Marco and asked him to pass it along.
Knowing that Janet preferred lighter flavors, Donahueiel chose a vegetarian restaurant
near Green Building as their meeting place.
After his injury, Janet had strictly forbidden Donahueiel from overworking himself.
It wasn’t out of concern for his well–being. She simply didn’t want him to use his health
as an excuse to call her to the hospital time and time again.
Donahueiel wasn’t injured badly. He may have appeared weak in front of Janet, but he
never let his work suffer.
Arriving at the restaurant half an hour early, Donahueiel took a seat at the reserved
table.
“Sir, would you like to order now?”
Donahueiel opened his laptop and began typing with his long fingers.
“Not yet. Just bring me a glass of warm water.”
The waiter brought Donahueiel his water and quietly retreated.
Donahueiel diligently examined the project flowchart, sent emails to his team, and delegated tasks.
Suddenly, a potent fragrance wafted through the air as someone took a seat across from
him.
Donahueiel lifted his head, his lips curling into a thin smile, only to be met with an unfamiliar face.
The woman opposite him wore striking makeup, and the overpowering scent of her
perfume caused him to furrow his brow.
In an icy tone, Donahueiel dismissed the uninvited guest, “This seat is taken.”
The woman merely smiled, not uttering a word, and gestured for a passing waitress.
“A cup of cappuccino, please.”
The waitress clutched the menu to her chest, offering an awkward grin.
“Apologies, ma’am, but we’re a vegetarian restaurant. We don’t serve cappuccinos.”
The woman’s poise and elegance shattered in an instant as she slammed her hand on
the table.
“If you don’t have it, go buy one for me! Can’t you see I’m Mr. Webster’s guest? Do you
want to lose your job?”
Few people were unfamiliar with Donahueiel’s name. His face alone, having graced the financial news,
was enough to captivate countless admirers.
The waitress stole a glance at Donahueiel, reluctantly agreeing to the woman’s demand. Silently, she c
ouldn’t help but criticize Donahueiel’s
taste, wondering how someone as cool and refined as him could associate with such an uncultured wo
man.
To the waitress‘ surprise, Donahueiel called out to stop her.
“Carry on with your duties. She’s not my guest.”
Donahueiel ruthlessly exposed the woman’s pretense, unwilling to let anyone exploit his reputation for t
heir gain.
Seeing Donahueiel’s impoliteness, the woman
dug her nails into her palms. But she didn’t dare to act out of line and suppressed a dry laugh.
“Mr. Webster, we’ve met before. Don’t you remember?”
Donahueiel raised his eyelids to glance at her before returning his gaze to the screen. His indifferent to
ne carried a warning.
computer
“I’ll give you three seconds to leave this table. Otherwise, you’ll be on your own.“.
“I’m Janet’s cousin, Coral.”
Coral couldn’t hold back her laughter and squeezed out a word between her teeth.
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known lady who frequented the upper class. She had met Donahueiel at many dinner parties, but he ha
d no recollection of her.
Dereion’s daughter?
Donahueiel raised his eyelids and closed his laptop with one hand.
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“Is there a problem?”
Coral felt even more frustrated when she saw that Donahueiel only looked at her when
Janet was mentioned.
Yesterday, when Dereion returned home, he was furious and smashed everything in sight. After Coral a
sked him about it, she found out that it was Janet, Donahueiel, and
Nigel who had ruined his plans.
Coral was consumed with jealousy. Why did all the big bosses cater to Janet – that rude
and vicious woman?
Early this morning, Coral overheard her friend gossiping about Donahueiel waiting for Janet downstairs
. After discussing it with her father, he immediately sent her to find
Donahueiel.
Coral’s lips curved into an enigmatic smile.
She wanted to see if Janet could stay cocky after she ruined the cooperation.
“Nothing in particular. I was just passing by and happened to see you, so I came in to
have a chat.”
Coral set her flamboyant, luxurious handbag down beside her. She sat with a coy, pretentious posture,
her red–
manicured fingers resting on the table. Her hands were so pale that they seemed to glow against the d
ark wood, giving her an eerie, ghostly.
appearance.
“Mr. Webster, you’re being too formal. You should follow Janet’s example and call me
cousin.”
But then she caught herself and covered her mouth with her hand in an exaggerated gesture. “Oh my, l
ook at my memory! I almost forgot that you two are divorced.”
Donahueiel’s eyes flashed with annoyance. He didn’t need an outsider reminding him of
his relationship with Janet.
“The comings and goings of people are so unpredictable. When I first heard about your divorce, I could
n’t believe it was true. It was so sudden.”
She continued to reminisce. “My cousin has always been one to march to the beat of her drum. At first,
we thought she was dead, but then we found out she had run off to get married. I was shocked when I
heard the news!”
Donahueiel felt a sharp pain in his heart as he thought back on his hasty
and absurd marriage to Janet – from beginning to end.
Coral watched his expression closely. “But it’s good that you’re taking things in stride. You two came to
gether because Janet saved your grandfather. Mr. Webster, you should learn to distinguish between lov
e and gratitude.”
“The comings and goings of people are so unpredictable. When I first heard about your divorce, I could
n’t believe it was true. It was so sudden.”
She continued to reminisce. “My cousin has always been one to march to the
beat of her drum. At first, we thought she was dead, but then we found out she had run off to get marrie
d. I was shocked when I heard the news!”
Donahueiel felt a sharp pain in his
heart as he thought back on his hasty and absurd marriage to Janet – from beginning to end.
Coral watched his expression closely. “But it’s good that you’re taking things in stride. You two came to
gether because Janet saved your grandfather. Mr. Webster, you should learn to distinguish between lov
e and gratitude.”