My Past is Just Prologue (Janet and Nathaniel)
Chapter 90

Read My Past is Just Prologue By Louisa Dillon Chapter 90 - Donahue's Luck

Donahue could see that although Janet said she didn't care, her mood would still fluctuate when she saw something about

Nathaniel.

But Donahue had already made up his mind to attack Webster Group.

So he didn't want Janet to feel compassion, or to be implicated because of the Webster family's affairs.

"No..."

Janet waved her hands to reject Donahue's kindness but felt her shoulders suddenly sink. It was Beacher's hand on her

shoulders.

"I think what Donahue said makes sense. Jill, the men in my racing club are not bad. We are all handsome guys

Then, Beacher shook the hair on his forehead extremely arrogantly.

like me!"

There were no people who could play racing were short of money. Besides, those who could be in the same group as Beacher were rich. They could barely match Jill.

"Well..."

Janet looked at Donahue for a while, and Beacher for a while. Seeing that Beacher was talking more and more vigorously, and even prepared to take out the phone to flip through the photos to show her, she hurriedly reached out and covered Beacher's phone.

"Beacher, I don't want to talk about this now. I'm not interested in this matter for the time being."

"Jill, you can't be unwilling to get in touch with other outstanding boys just because you and Nathaniel have no result. You know, there are thousands of good men in the world!"

He repeated and was not afraid that Janet would get angry.

For the care and love of her brothers, Janet only felt stressed. But because of this worry and love, her heart was warm and

sweet.

She smiled helplessly, and said, "Don't worry, Beacher, Donahue, I won't focus on Nathaniel. You are so concerned about my marriage, what about yourselves?"

In other words, her two brothers didn't have girlfriends yet.

Hearing Janet's question, Beacher hugged Janet's shoulder and began to cry, "Our racing club is basically all men. Do you know what our club is called? Who can stand it?" Although he cried sadly, there was no real sense of grief.

Saying that there were no girls was just an excuse for not having fun enough.

Janet said quietly, "What about other clubs? Don't tell me that all the racing clubs in Raleigh are male members! Girls who love to play racing must be in good shape and excellent!"

"Then if you want to say that, wouldn't the women that the Donahue met be more excellent? They are all strong women." Beacher had always been the best at changing the subject. He immediately pointed at Donahue and raised his chin.

"Right? Donahue?"

Donahue was taken aback when he heard this.

Suddenly, a figure flashed across his mind.

Those eyes, like those of a frightened little rabbit, gave people a clean and comfortable feeling...

Thinking of this, Donahue suddenly frowned.

He thought that she was sent to please him. And since she made him feel very comfortable, Donahue accepted her.

Who knew that the next day she said that she didn't do it voluntarily and that she had someone she liked...

Seeing Donahue's gloomy face and the strange aura, Beacher looked at him curiously, "Donahue?"

"Not yet."

Donahue said coldly with a tense face.

What did he mean?

Janet and Beacher looked at each other. In an instant, they both saw the desire to gossip in each other's eyes.

"Donahue, something is wrong with you. Do you have any secrets that you didn't tell us?"

Janet immediately approached Donahue, laughed, and joked.

At this time, Donahue seemed to realize that he had accidentally said his secret.

With a light cough, Donahue said in a cold voice, "Oh, I got it wrong."

Although Donahue's voice was still as cold as ever, Janet could hear the difference.

As a result, Janet and Beacher became more interested, and one by one they came to Donahue.

"Donahue, you heard me right. We are just asking you about your relationship."

"Donahue, will we have a sister-in-law soon?"

Obviously, Beacher was very excited. He smiled ambiguously and leaned in front of Donahue, "Donahue, just talk about it!"

Donahue refused.