Summary of Chapter 390 from My Past is Just Prologue By Louisa Dillon
Chapter 390 marks a crucial moment in Internet’s Internet novel, My Past is Just Prologue By Louisa Dillon. This chapter blends tension, emotion, and plot progression to deliver a memorable reading experience — one that keeps readers eagerly turning the page.
Chapter 390 Show Me What You’ve Got
“Secondly, cloud data privacy is nothing new. Besides, when it comes to cybersecurity, Mr. Wheeler, you were once my hopeless subordinate. This so–called advantage means zilch.”
Under Janet’s casual gaze, Nigel suffered a crushing defeat.
Of all people, he had to fall for the one hacker who could overpower him so
easily!
“Then… the Wheeler family’s status and connections are well known. They
could bring the club a sizeable new clientele!”
Refusing to give in, Nigel sought to gain ground by bringing up his
connections.
“The barrier to entry in motorsport is inherently high. Mere acquaintances do not make a customer base.” Janet shot a look at the gritting–his–teeth Nigel, fond exasperation for a fool written all over her face.
“The Wheeler family could provide top–notch personal accident insurance!”
“My long–term partners already satisfy our needs.”
“I can guarantee a steady supply of functional beverages!”
“We have professional nutritionists and run medical checkup institutions.”
Utterly defeated, Nigel regretted pursuing a woman with such extensive reach.
Deflated like a burst balloon, Nigel slumped into the passenger seat,
bitterness etched on his face. “Alright, alright, you take the lion’s share, I make do with scraps. Satisfied?”
Janet parked the sports car with precision. Undoing her seat belt, a smile
tweaked her lips, exuding perfect composure and control.
As they exited the vehicle, Nigel called over the roof.
“What, you’re not afraid I’ll use this deal to chase you now?”
Though Janet hadn’t conceded an inch, agreeing to discuss cooperation showed her anger had passed. Nigel’s anxiety finally eased.
Bag in hand, Janet’s graceful gait blossomed with every stride. Her words reeked of challenge.
“No businessman would turn down money. How you choose to chase me is. your problem. Show me what you’ve got if you want to be worth my time.”
The obvious provocation in that last line fuelled Nigel’s desire to conquer. He yelled at Janet’s leaving back.
“Just wait! I’ll make you mine!”
Without a look back, Janet left Nigel with only her uncaring shape.
Gazing at the woman he longed for from afar, Nigel could barely contain his ardor. Was Janet hinting she might give him a chance?
He would pull out all the stops to prove his worth! Nigel clenched his fist, silently resolved.
had worn with Nigel and assumed an imperious manner befitting her status.
“And your PR response?”
“We’ve already released statements to shift focus. But clearer footage of the incident seems to have been bought out, and public opinion isn’t optimistic.”
Janet tapped her pen on the desk with finality.
“A private apology is non–negotiable. Also, work with Marketing and PR to blame miscommunication from his busy schedule. If reputation keeps
dropping, cut our losses.”
Learning the trade began with learning how to behave. An artist with flawed character would never go far. Though Multiple Star paid a high price to sign him initially, timely cutting losses was the epitome of wisdom in Janet’s
business principles.
The GM gathered the documents and nodded. “Any other orders, Ms.
Longfellow?”
“Contact Doris‘ agent and sign her to an exclusive contract.”
Janet hadn’t forgotten Donahue’s request last night.
As she was issuing instructions, Marco rapped on the door and strode in, happening to catch Janet’s directive.
The GM couldn’t fathom Janet’s sudden interest in that model. Marco, however, immediately thought of last night’s news about Donahueiel meeting some budding model. Indignant, he took several quick steps over.
“Ms. Longfellow, are you aiming to rein in that unruly minx?”
Usually emotionless, Marco now showed annoyance clear on his face.
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