What Happens in Chapter 397 – From the Book My Past is Just Prologue By Louisa Dillon
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Chapter 397 Wait for Me
Janet was nestling on the sofa. Although she was as small as a cat, her cold face and the dominating vigor emanating from her body still made Marvin, who was around six feet three inches tall, a little bit cringed.
“Whether Donahueiel is good or bad, loyal or fickle, it’s a private matter between the two of us. I don’t want to involve the Smedley family.”
Janet took a deep breath, and when she met Marvin’s dodging eyes, she was even more angry.
“In the future, you must never meddle in my affairs with Donahueiel without my permission!”
“Marvin, if you have no place to exert your talent, you can work in my
company. I happen to be short of an accountant here, with a monthly salary of 40 dollars and no holiday!”
Marvin immediately shrank his neck like a quail and took a step back to diminish his presence.
He didn’t want to be a long–term worker in the Longfellow group, for he knew Janet was crueler than a landlord. Moreover, he would rather go out on a date if he was free.
“And Beacher, I happen to be planning to build a racing club right now. Since you are free, come back and be a car washer for me.”
Beacher kept silent and thought,” Is she kidding? How can a famous racing driver, be a car washer?”
“And Donahue, you…”
Janet talked vigorously and looked at Donahue who sat aside…
Unexpectedly, Donahue raised his eyebrows lazily and silently looked at Janet, as if he was listening attentively.
“You… you should always remind Marvin and Beacher to do things properly and learn more from you.”
When Janet met Donahue’s dominating gaze, she suddenly changed her tone.
Beacher hugged his head in front of the computer and howled. He wondered why Jill treated him so differently.
This was domestic violence. And it was violence even if it was verbal.
Janet laughed embarrassedly.
Donahue, who was her brother, was also like her serious father since childhood. To be honest, she was more afraid of her brother than her father when she was a child.
“Jill,” Marvin called her and hesitantly asked again, “you really don’t need us to take action?”
Beacher had always been straightforward, “I’ll just say it straight, Jill, do you still like Donahueiel?”
Thinking of the pain she experienced in the past, Janet was disappointed and regretted it.
She hid the memories of her infatuated love and made it her own secret,
reminding herself not to repeat the same mistakes because of Donahueiel’s
redemption.
But this memory was buried too deep, almost growing together with her flesh,
if she had to forget it, it would definitely be a pain of skin peeling.
“Even if I don’t like him, I will have feelings even for a dog that I had raised
for many years.”
Janet smiled, her eyes seemed to be covered with a mist and would break at
any touch, making people unable to bear to touch her scars again.
“What’s more, I have loved Donahueiel for ten years which has taken up nearly half of my current life. I need time to forget him completely…”
She would gradually forget all her feelings for Donahueiel, but before that, her brothers couldn’t do anything to Donahueiel, otherwise, she would feel guilty
towards him.
Seeing Janet’s depressed appearance, Marvin sighed silently, hating himself for being incompetent and not being able to bear all the pain for Janet.
Donahue played with the cup in his hand and remained silent.
He knew love was illogical. Even if he strictly abode by the principle and was decisive in the business, he also interfered with Doris‘ life ignoring the fact that Kade was Doris‘ boyfriend.
Beacher seemed to be able to feel Janet’s bone–deep pain through the screen and wanted to scold Donahueiel a little more indignantly, but Janet had
recovered from the grief and interrupted him.
Janet was well aware of Donahueiel’s strength. With him in charge, the Webster Group would not fall so easily. But if Donahueiel was hurt today, then the fate of the Webster Group would be uncertain.
“Where are you?”
It was late at night, and a few stars were dotted in the sky.
There was no one at the intersection, and occasionally there was a gust of
bleak wind.
More than 20 tall and strong men formed a semicircle, holding and waving baseball bats or steel pipes in their hands, reflecting sharp shadows in the cold moonlight.
A black commercial vehicle was surrounded. Donahueiel was sitting in the driver’s seat calmly holding his mobile phone, with his other hand half resting on the steering wheel. His cuffs were rolled up loosely, and the shiny dial was
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reflected in the moonlight.
Since Alfred kept nagging, after he finished the work, he ordered Alfred to keep an eye on the company, drive home by himself, and prepare to take a
shower and sleep.
Unexpectedly, he encountered these men at this intersection.
Without thinking, he could guess who arranged these people.
From Janet’s cold inquiry on the phone, Donahueiel keenly sensed her subtle concern. He tapped the steering wheel in a good mood and raised the corner of
his mouth.
“I just got off work and on my way home.”
A group of strong men fiercely stopped in front of the car, but Donahueiel was so calm as if he was watching a show while drinking coffee.
The other end of the phone was so quiet, Janet guessed that Donahueiel hadn’t
gotten out of the car yet.
So she spoke quickly, “Stay in the car. I’ll be right there, wait for me.
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