Chapter 33


    Indeed, Donald knew of the Wilson family in Tayhaven. It was a powerful organization mainly


    engaged in real estate development and sales, with many industries under it, including film and


    television, cosmetics research and development, and pharmaceutical research and development.


    “In other words, your wife will be a CEO from now on, and her worth will skyrocket by five to six


    hundred million overnight. If she dominates the pharmaceutical industry in Pollerton, her worth


    will reach two billion within three years,” Hannah exined.


    “Go on.” Donald crossed his arms.


    “The patriarch of the Wilson family, Old Mr. Wilson, is currently on his deathbed and may pass away


    anytime. His only wish before dying is to reunite the family and ept the eighth branch of the


    Wilson family back into the fold. However, there is much resistance. His wife is an influential figure


    in the Wilson family, and she''s exceedingly snobbish. Therefore, it''s not easy to return to the Wilson


    family in


    Tayhaven. Hence, your wife currently has a golden opportunity while under tremendous pressure as


    well,” Hannah continued.


    Then, she cast a curious nce at him. “Of course, all that isn''t a problem with a single word from


    you. Once you speak, the Wilson family in Tayhaven will undoubtedlye running over to pledge


    their allegiance.”


    Donald lowered his head and chuckled bitterly. “Jennifer and I... are divorced.”


    Upon hearing that, Hannah was stunned. She dipped her head as a sh of something flittered


    across her eyes.


    “Oh yes, how do you know all that?” Donald questioned.This is the property of N?-velDrama.Org.


    His intelligencework was vast, but he hadn''t received that piece of news yet.


    “I went to treat Old Mr. Wilson. He has a congenital heart defect and a spaceupying lung lesion,


    so his days are numbered. I can''t do anything about it either,” Hannah replied cidly.


    Donald went silent.


    “Well? Would you consider lending your ex-wife a hand?” Hannah had already changed the way


    she addressed Jennifer.


    Donald kept mum for a long while before he finally murmured, “We shall see.”


    Out of the blue, Hannah''s interest was seemingly piqued. “Do you still love her?”


    Ignoring the question, Donald raised his wine ss. “Cheers.”


    They both clinked sses lightly. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but the shade of red on Hannah''s face


    deepened. She also became more talkative, and the look in her eyes as she gazed at Donald was


    tender.


    Someone like him was a hero in her heart.


    If it weren''t for his contribution during the Holy War a few years back, we wouldn ''t be enjoying such


    a peaceful life now.


    “Hey, Hanny, didn''t you say you had several surgeries tonight? Why are you here?” No sooner had


    affection started sprouting deep within her than a voice


    drifted over and interrupted her thoughts.


    Instantly disgruntled, Hannah snagged a piece of tissue once more and wiped her mouth solemnly.


    “A fly is here, so let''s go.”


    Donald couldn''t resist ncing at the approaching man.


    It was a tall and slender young man in a white shirt and long pants, with a perfect figure and


    handsome countenance. Right then, he was regarding Hannah in astonishment.


    A woman was also standing beside Hannah.


    Donald was all too familiar with that woman.


    It was none other than Jennifer.


    The two of them locked gazes before they both averted their eyes.