My Past is Just Prologue (Janet and Nathaniel)
Chapter 386

Chapter 386 How Dare He?

Doris knew that better than anyone else. That was why she insisted on thanking Donahueiel.

Otherwise, if it affected Peaceral Jewelry at any level, she couldn't afford the

loss she caused.

Just from appearance, Doris realized the man standing in front of her was

someone with money and power. She was aware that he didn't help her because he wanted her.

But he seemed to be particularly concerned about Peaceral Jewelry. Could he be one of the executives that she had never seen before?

Donahueiel turned to Gilbert and asked, "Give it to me."

Gilbert secretly suppressed a smile as Donahueiel explained why he saved Doris. And when he heard Donahueiel's words, he acted like he didn't know what Donahueiel was talking about and asked, "Give you "The VIP card." Contempt flashed across Donahueiel's eyes as he replied. He was pissed by Gilbert's question.

Gilbert came here often. Thus, the manager gave him a VIP card that he could use in other chain bars all around the country.

Donahueiel took the card, handed it to Doris, and said in a deep voice, "If it's not convenient for you to go home, you can stay in the private room here. With this card, the bartender will guarantee your safety." Before Doris could refuse, Donahueiel picked up his Donahueielet and left with

Gilbert.

Doris stood there with the car in her hands and thought about something as saw them walking away.

The music in the bar was still playing, and no one noticed a few flashes of light

and a slight shutter sound in the corner.

In the Longfellow's mansion...

"This is so good! Even the chefs in the top-notch restaurants can't compare with you, Donahue!”

Janet swallowed the tender pieces of steak in her mouth with satisfaction.

She didn't understand why Donahue was able to cook this kind of tasty food when he had too much on his plate every day.

His sleeves were rolled up and an apron was tied around his waist, Donahue brought out two plates of macaroni with gravy from the kitchen.

Seeing Janet eating and praising, a gentle smile appeared on Donahue's

serious face.

"Glad you

like it. You lost a lot of weight lately. I was worried."

Donahue sat in front of Janet, and his eyes shifted to her thin shoulders and pointed chin.

A bright smile appeared on Janet's face, and she praised without hesitation, "I was just thinking that the girl who will marry you will be so lucky!"

Hearing Janet bring up this topic, that glamorous and slender figure flashed

through Donahue's mind, and there was an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

"How long are you going to stay in America this time, Donahue? If you're not in a hurry, let's eat out sometimes," Janet took a sip of the orange juice and asked.

Her tone was casual.

Quintina had been sent to a mental hospital, and the latest jewelry of Peaceral Jewelry was selling out great. Janet is in a good mood. Before Donahue left, she wanted to call Olive and Marvin and throw a party for Donahue.

Donahue thought about his recent arrangements, and just as he was about to nod, his phone buzzed.

Bryan called.

Donahue's eyes darkened, and he picked up without hesitation.

"I've already sorted out the relevant information about Doris, Mr. Smedley."

"OK. Send it to me."

After hanging up the phone, Donahue received an email from Bryan and clicked it open.

With the spoon in her mouth, Janet quietly glanced in Donahue's direction.

She knew Donahue had elegant table manners, and he never answered phones or checked emails during meals. So why was he doing that now? "Did something happen, Donahue?"

Janet put down the fork and looked at Donahue with a serious expression.

"Nothing serious. Just work, you know. Don't worry about it."

Donahue responded briefly and quickly scanned the phone screen with his

fingers.

The email was very short and took him two minutes to read through it. Then, Donahue knew almost everything about Doris.

According to the email, Doris was an orphan. She had her first boyfriend when

she was in college. Her boyfriend was the son of the CEO of Skyline

Entertainment Company.

Her boyfriend was not a decent guy. He recently hooked up with an investor's daughter.

Donahue's narrowed his eyes and his sharp gaze almost pierced through the

screen.

The phone vibrated again, and a notification of entertainment news popped in. "A beauty was saved by the president of the Webster Group, Donahueiel Webster! Mr. Webster encountered a young model and beat up a man for her!" Seeing Donahueiel's name, Donahue silently raised his eyes and glanced at Janet, then clicked on the news.

The lights in the bar were dim and the photos were blurry.

But Donahue could tell with just one glance that the slender figure protected by Donahueiel was Doris.

In the last photo, it seemed that Donahuelel had given her a card.

Donahue pressed the button, and the phone screen returned to black.

"Why did Donahuelel have to replace someone I am interested in if he wants women?" Donahue thought in rage.

He looked down to hide the anger in his eyes and asked Janet, "Did you sign

that model?"

Although Janet didn't understand why Donahue suddenly mentioned Doris,

she still answered honestly, "Just signed the contract for the jewelry promotion. Didn't sign other contracts."

Donahue nodded, and said with a firm tone while cutting her steak, "Sign her,

including all the brokerage contracts."

"She did well this time, but I don't think she isn't prepared for all that." Janet was a little puzzled. Even though Doris had an outstanding appearance and strong fashion expressiveness, which Janet liked very much, in terms of commercial value, Doris didn't have what it took to sign that kind of contract. Janet looked suspiciously at Donahue. She knew Donahue was a calculative

businessman. He wasn't someone that could make this kind of deal.

"It doesn't matter. Artists are forged. She is young and hard-working. It is not

difficult to spend some time to make her famous."

Donahue insisted calmly, trying to hide his feelings about Doris.

"You are right, but..." Janet touched her chin, then she glanced at Donahue

with a teasing look and approached him slowly.

"You've always been a genius businessman who only wants money. You would actually come up with such a plan? Tell me the truth, Donahue! Do you like her?" Facing Janet's direct question, Donahue didn't say anything in response. He just ignored her probing gaze, picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth, then walked to the staircase.

Janet's eyes were glued to Donahue. Finally, Donahue couldn't take it anymore

and answered with a firm tone.

"So what if I like her?"