My Past is Just Prologue (Janet and Nathaniel)

Chapter 393 Donahueiel's Company Has a Problem

It was good intentions to propose cooperation today, but it was misinterpreted by Janet again and again.

With bitterness in his heart, Donahueiel suppressed the sullenness and patiently explained.

"I saved her, but I just helped her drive away the hooligans, and gave her Gilbert's card by the way, so that she could have a place to rest."

Janet snorted lightly, "It's a rare virtue for a hero to save the beauty, and Mr. Webster doesn't have to avoid it."

"Since I have done it, I dare to admit that other rumors are fabricated by tabloid reporters out of thin air. Why do you have to believe in those unfounded things."

Seeing that Janet still pass the buck with a gun and a stick, Donahueiel tugged at his tie irritably and let out a foul breath.

"If I had ulterior motives for her, why would I invite you today? In your heart, am I such a casual person?"

Janet only thought it was funny that Donahueiel looked upright.

Before the two divorced, he stayed in Anastasia's ward all day long. In the photos that leaked out at that time, the two of them were really hugging each other, which was much more real than the so- called "following the wind and shadow" last night.

What kind of person is he, do I need to say more?

Janet suddenly felt that it was boring to argue with Donahueiel about right and wrong. She drank a glass of wine in one gulp with her indifferent eyes.

"Of course, I have no status to judge what kind of person you are. Besides, I have no interest in your private life."

Donahueiel unconsciously clenched the knife and fork in his hand.

Every time Janet used what status and qualifications to deal with him, it would make him fall into inexplicable anxiety.

He indeed did something sorry for her, but obviously, they have experienced so much pain and entanglement together. Just look at this, can't you just give

him another chance?

"Indeed, Nigel, who looks like a dog's skin plaster, is hard enough to deal with. I should feel honored that you can take time out of your busy schedule to look at my scandal.” Unknowingly, Donahueiel's tone was also cold and sharp, and he couldn't help but think of who Nigel was by Janet's side every day.

His private life is monotonous and boring now, but Janet's emotions have long

since left no room for him.

That day downstairs in the Longfellow Group, Nigel's provocation was like a needle, stinging him all the time, telling him that he couldn't even get a ticket to enter Janet's world. Seeing that Donahueiel started to get unrelated people involved, Janet completely lost interest in continuing to sit down with Donahueiel, and her face became cold and unfamiliar.

"It seems that I have asked too many questions, which made Mr. Webster

unhappy."

Janet took the handbag, stood up, and looked down at Donahueiel.

"I can tell you clearly that I don't need your escort to cooperate with Nigel."

"Not just this project, you don't need to intervene in anything related to me in the future. The earth can turn without you, Donahueiel, and I will not accept any form of favor from you." Donahueiel looked up, Janet's face seemed to be covered with frost, and what

he said was merciless.

Every word was pinned to Donahueiel's heart like a nail, tearing Donahueiel's pride to the ground and crushing him mercilessly.

"Okay! Let me be frank and clear. From now on, I won't talk about getting back together. You don't have to worry about it anymore." Donahueiel put down the wine glass in his hand heavily. The depression in his heart almost swallowed him, and his tone became ice-cold. Janet turned around without looking back, leaving Donahueiel an indifferent

back.

"I hope you will do what you say."

Donahueiel breathed heavily in his heart, and he took off the rimless glasses that he had been pretending to wear all night and squeezed them in his hands. He just mentioned that Nigel was sticking to her, and Janet just made a big move and said harsh words, and even left him and left. Is that playboy so incapable of scolding or hitting?

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Donahueiel depressedly drank wine one glass after another. The bottle of wine. soon ran out, and the tip of his ear was stained red.

Alfred Winters drove to pick him up, and when he saw Donahueiel sitting alone at the dining table, he knew that tonight's date was not going well.

Looking at the glasses that had been deformed by Donahueiel, the back of Alfred's neck felt chilly as if he had already predicted what would happen to him who came up with bad ideas. Donahueiel leaned back in the back seat of the car in a dazed state, replaying in

his head over and over again the harsh words Janet had left before he left,

gasping for breath in depression, with a splitting headache.

"Buzz!"

Alfred's cell phone rang suddenly, and he subconsciously hung up the phone. While the other side of the cell phone kept calling again and again, he glanced impatiently and picked it up.

After hearing a few words, Alfred's expression turned unfriendly.

He moved his eyes to the rearview mirror, finding Donahueiel closed his eyes

for a rest, and spoke solemnly.

"Mr. Webster, half of the new projects that have been promoted in the past six

months have suddenly requested to terminate the contract.'

"Give me a reason."

Donahueiel still had his eyes closed, tapped his fingers on his knees

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unhurriedly, and remained calm.

"It's all some empty-headed excuses. The most common reason is that the

capital turnover is not enough, so it's an impromptu decision."

Alfred has followed Donahueiel in the business world for many years, and he was no stranger to the tricks of some veterans. It was just that nearly half of the partners terminated the contract at the same time, simple.

Donahueiel opened his eyes. His sharp gaze was like seeing a blood-sealed knife blade, and there were trembling waves floating.

"They came with evil intent. Turn around and go back to the company."

Early on Saturday morning, the Webster Group held a morning meeting on a non-working day for the first time since Donahueiel took over.

The leaders of the management, big and small, gathered in the conference room, all with black eye sockets and tired faces.

The elevator opened, and Donahueiel came out in strides.

His hair was a little messy, and there was even a short circle of stubble on his chin. But his eyes were deep, like ink that cannot be fainted, which can't see it

all at a glance.

Alfred was at the door of the meeting room, handed him a cup of brewed

coffee, and spoke worriedly.

"Mr. Webster, you haven't gone home to rest for two nights. Today, Vice President is watching over here. You should go back and have a rest."

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Donahueiel took the coffee with his knuckles, opened the door and entered the

conference room.

Affected by the termination of the contract by half of the previous partners, even if the work of the Webster Group is progressing in an orderly manner on the bright side, it still cannot stop people with a heart fro

that are both true and false.

At this time, Donahueiel had to sit in the Webster Group clan to stabilize the morale of the army.

"Mr. Webster, three partners proposed to terminate the contract early this morning. I have already sent people to discuss it."

"Mr. Webster, the stock market has fluctuated a lot in the past few days. It even hit a daily limit yesterday. Many short sellers spread negative remarks on the stock market that are unfavorable to us."

"Mr. Webster, tonight's financial news will invite expert commentators to analyze the current situation of our company. Do we need to take action to suppress it to avoid adverse effects?"

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Mr. Webster, the Human Resource Department count the number of people who submit resignation letters on Thursday and Friday, and there are four in the supervisor level. I've pressed the resign for now. Wh One bad news after another made the atmosphere in the meeting room extremely depressing. Everyone looked at Donahueiel who sat at the end of the table. He was the only backbone of everyone at the mor