Chapter 283 – Highlight Chapter from My Past is Just Prologue By Louisa Dillon
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Chapter 283 Boring Introspection
Nathaniel closed his eyes slightly and knocked on the seat unconsciously with one hand. The watch on his wrist shone with a cold light under the sunlight outside the window.
He didn’t doubt Alfred. On the contrary, he trusted Alfred very much.
Alfred had been by Nathaniel’s side for many years. If Alfred had any problems, the company would have been in trouble a long time ago, and it wouldn’t be a small problem like this.
With Winifred’s character, if she really did such an evil deed, she should have exposed herself before him. Winifred couldn’t pretend so successfully.
Nathaniel opened his eyes slightly, and a trace of cold light flashed in his eyes.
The traitor could mess with Nathaniel boldly, so it could be seen that he was quite capable.
Either he was powerful, or….
It was the person beside Nathaniel.
The more Nathaniel thought about it, the colder the aura around him became.
Nathaniel thought that it was time to clean up the people around him….
On the other side, at the airport.
Janet’s legs still hurt a little when she got up, and there were many people on the plane. Since they were already at the
destination, Janet waited and casually followed the crowd and got off the plane.
But for some reason, the doctor did not seem to be in a hurry. When Janet got off the plane, he was even reading a book in his seat. Later, he even walked behind Janet.
Could it be that he was worried about her legs?
Janet frowned slightly. But she did not have much time to dwell on this matter. She sent a message to Beacher and the others. She estimated that they should have also got to know her flight and told Donahue. Maybe they were already
outside the airport and Donaliue’s had come to catch her.
Janet took a deep breath and prepared to welcome Donahue’s anger in the best condition.
As soon as Janet stepped out of the terminal building, two bodyguards in black came to her.
Janet’s eyelids jumped and she stopped.
The doctor on the side frowned and moved to block Janet behind him. The next second, he saw the logo on the clothes of the two bodyguards.
Then he stepped aside expressionlessly, turned around, and walked out of the airport.
Janet thought it was strange.
It seemed that the doctor was not afraid of Donahue’s bodyguard. Instead, it seemed that… He was relieved after seeing Donahue’s bodyguard.
Before Janet could figure it out, the two bodyguards had already strode over and grabbed Janet’s arm without saying anything.
“Don’t touch me!”
Janet frowned and took a step back.
She looked at the two cold and strong bodyguards in front of her and said coldly, “Who allowed you to touch me?”
“Mr. Smedley instructed us.” The two bodyguards said in a loud voice.
Janet thought, Donahue really did it….
She counted her mistakes, but Donahue always looked indifferent. In the end, he even closed his eyes.
Janet touched her nose. Was her introspection so boring? Did Donahue listen to her?
Just when Janet wanted to push him, Donahue suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Janet.
“Just this?”
Janet was dumbfounded. She had talked for a long time. Wasn’t it enough?
She sat down dejectedly and told the truth.
“Donahue… Actually, I dreamed of my mother. I, I miss her…”
Janet had just wanted Donahue to feel sorry for her and let her go this time, but as she spoke, Janet still couldn’t hold back when she mentioned her mother.
The crystal clear tears fell down, making people feel very distressed.
Donahue was moved.
He knew that even if Janet was trying to make him soft–hearted, she would not easily joke about this.
She must have really dreamed of her mother, so she ran away in a rush.
Donahue looked at Janet’s hand that was pinching the corner of his clothes. For some reason, he felt that he was touched deep inside his heart, and there was a hidden pain. Ever since the accident, Janet had been learning to make herself stronger. She rarely cried in front of him, let alone taking her mother as an excuse.
Speaking of which, he was still more willing to let Jill be like when she was a child. He didn’t mind if Janet was wayward or not. At least at that time, she was happy and carefree.
Donahue raised his hand and gently wiped away Janet’s tears.
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