Chapter 66
Read My Past is Just Prologue By Louisa Dillon Chapter 66 – Keep Thinking about Their Past
“No.”
Donahue answered very quickly.
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“Nathaniel, don’t tter yourself. She doesn’t want to know anything about you. And I, as her brother,
stand up for her.”
“Just so you know, Smedley Group will soon enter the domestic market. I will not let go of anyone who
bullies my sister!”
Donahue touched his gold-rimmed sses with his slender index finger, and a cold light shed across
his eyes. He loved his sister so much that he could use that look to kill the sc*mbag before him.
They looked at each other. Nathaniel was calm, but silent tension was everywhere, “Mr. Donahue,
anyone can threaten with words. But I am afraid it will not be easy to do that. Smedley Group does
have some status, but Webster Group won’t be your bully!”
Donahue said coldly, “We’ll see!”
Then Donahue left.
But Nathaniel had to deal with the chaos in the hotel.
At the same time, Anastasia’s parents and Winifred were arguing fiercely.
“Let me tell you. Nathaniel agreed to marry our daughter! But he married another woman. He was
insatiable and now despises
Anastasia? Is he better than Anastasia!”
Although Anastasia’s parents felt ashamed of their daughter’s behavior, they firmly defended her.
Winifred said unequivocally, “J is innocent after all! You are so vicious and want us to have no
descendants! Let me tell
you. It’s wishful thinking!”
If J hadn’t given Nathaniel a child for the past three years, Winifred wouldn’t have made J
leave.
Anastasia was guilty at first, but she exploded when hearing Winifred praise J.
“Mrs. Webster! You asked me to marry Nathaniel, but now you say I am not as good as J? If J
is so good, why did you make them divorced!”
“Can you be the same? Who would know that you are a devil woman! So ungrateful!”
Winifred didn’t expect Anastasia to talk to her like that. They fought again.
After Nathaniel came back, his face couldn’t be colder.
He ordered coldly, “Albert, tell the Lambert family that I don’t guarantee they can stay in Raleigh if they
continue.”
“Yes!”
Albert was neat and took the situation under control quickly.
Turning around to look at the endless cityscape, Nathaniel felt an inexplicable fatigue. He rubbed his
temples, feeling extremelyplicated.
He didn’t know his wife’s identity in the three years of marriage. And the woman, who he always
thought was pure and needed his protection, was different from what he had imagined.
The sense of powerlessness made Nathaniel, who had never failed in the business, doubt his vision for
the first time.
“Mr. Webster! What do you think of what happened during your wedding? How will you deal with the
Lambert family and your
cooperation?”
“Mr. Webster! Do you know the rtionship between Donahue, the chairman of Smedley Group, and
your ex-wife, Ms. J? Is there any secret behind them?”
“Mr. Webster! What do you think…”
As soon as Nathaniel left the hotel, the reporters swarmed up in an instant, asking various tricky
questions.
“Alfred, take care of them. And make a n for today’s news broadcast.”
After Nathaniel handed over the finishing work to Alfred, he left without looking back
He didn’t leave the study all afternoon until night.
The whole vi was gloomy, without any light. During three years of marriage with J, the vi had
never been so dark.
There were only faint mes looming around his fingertips.
Suddenly, he thought of J…
“Nathaniel, have you eaten yet? I’ve got creative in the kitchen today. Do you want to try new dishes?”
Back then, wearing avender and elegant apron, J asked him softly. She always made breakfast,
lunch, and dinner
whether he would eat or not.
“Honey, guess what I saw on the Inte today? You look so handsome at the press conference!”
After a press conference at thepany, J leaned into his ear, trying to attract his attention with
praise. Nathaniel had to
admit it worked for him.
“Hey? I bought you some new clothes today. Do you want to try them on?”
J’s voice resounded in his head again. Nathaniel suddenly remembered that the tie he was
wearing was the one J had bought for him.
J’s voice and every bit of the time they had spent together were magnified infinitely in the dark and
silent room. They kept ringing in Nathaniel’s ears, making him inexplicably upset.
With a little temper, Nathaniel tore away his tie. The cigar wasn’t able to soothe his emotions.
“Rat-tat…!”
The lights of the vi were suddenly on.
The bright light made Nathaniel narrow his eyes and look at the person.
Could it be her?
For some reason, Nathaniel suddenly had an absurd idea.