Chapter 386


    Chapter 386 How Dare He?


    Doris knew that better than anyone else. That was why she insisted on thanking Donahueiel.


    Otherwise, if it affected Peaceral Jewelry at any level, she couldn’t afford the


    loss she caused.


    Just from appearance, Doris realized the man standing in front of her was


    someone with money and power. She was aware that he didn’t help her because he wanted her.


    But he seemed to be particrly concerned about Peaceral Jewelry. Could he be one of the executives


    that she had never seen before?


    Donahueiel turned to Gilbert and asked, “Give it to me.”


    Gilbert secretly suppressed a smile as Donahueiel exined why he saved Doris. And when he heard


    Donahueiel’s words, he acted like he didn’t know what Donahueiel was talking about and asked, “Give


    you what?”


    “The VIP card.” Contempt shed across Donahueiel’s eyes as he replied. He was pissed by Gilbert’s q


    uestion.


    Gilbert came here often. Thus, the manager gave him a VIP card that he could use in other chain bars


    all around the country.


    Donahueiel took the card, handed it to Doris, and said in a deep voice, “If it’s not convenient for you to


    go home, you can stay in the private room here. With this card, the bartender will guarantee your safety


    .”


    Before Doris could refuse, Donahueiel picked up his Donahueielet and left with


    Gilbert.


    Doris stood there with the car in her hands and thought about something as saw them walking away.


    The music in the bar was still ying, and no one noticed a few shes of light


    and a slight shutter sound in the corner.


    In the Longfellow’s mansion…


    “This is so good! Even the chefs in the top–notch restaurants can’tpare with you, Donahue!”


    J swallowed the tender pieces of steak in her mouth with satisfaction.


    She didn’t understand why Donahue was able to cook this kind of tasty food when he had too much on


    his te every day.


    His sleeves were rolled up and an apron was tied around his waist, Donahue brought out two tes of


    macaroni with gravy from the kitchen.


    Seeing J eating and praising, a gentle smile appeared on Donahue’s


    serious face.


    “d you


    like it. You lost a lot of weighttely. I was worried.”


    Donahue sat in front of J, and his eyes shifted to her thin shoulders and pointed chin.


    A bright smile appeared on J’s face, and she praised without hesitation, “I was just thinking that the


    girl who will marry you will be so lucky!”


    Hearing J bring up this topic, that morous and slender figure shed


    through Donahue’s mind, and there was an inexplicable feeling in his heart.


    “How long are you going to stay in America this time, Donahue? If you’re not in


    a hurry, let’s eat out sometimes,” J took a sip of the orange juice and asked.


    Her tone was casual.


    Quintina had been sent to a mental hospital, and thetest jewelry of Peaceral Jewelry


    was selling out great. J is in a good mood. Before Donahue


    left, she wanted to call Olive and Marvin and throw a party for Donahue.


    Donahue thought about his recent arrangements, and just as he was about to nod, his phone buzzed.


    Bryan called.


    Donahue’s eyes darkened, and he picked up without hesitation.


    “I’ve already sorted out the relevant information about Doris, Mr. Smedley.”


    “OK. Send it to me.”


    After hanging up the phone, Donahue received an email from Bryan and clicked it open.


    With the spoon in her mouth, J quietly nced in Donahue’s direction.


    She knew Donahue had elegant table manners, and he


    never answered phones or checked emails during meals. So why was he doing that now?


    “Did something happen, Donahue?”


    J put down the fork and looked at Donahue with a serious expression.


    “Nothing serious. Just work, you know. Don’t worry about it.”


    Donahue responded briefly and quickly scanned the phone screen with his


    fingers.


    The email was very short and took him two minutes to read through it. Then, Donahue knew almost ev


    erything about Doris.


    ording to the email, Doris was an orphan. She had her first boyfriend when


    she was in college. Her boyfriend was the son of the CEO of Skyline


    Entertainment Company.


    Her boyfriend was not a decent guy. He recently hooked up with an investor’s daughter.


    Donahue’s narrowed his eyes and his sharp gaze almost pierced through the


    screen.


    The phone vibrated again, and a notification of entertainment news popped in.


    “A beauty was saved by the president of the Webster Group, Donahueiel


    Webster! Mr. Webster encountered a young model and beat up a man for her!”


    Seeing Donahueiel’s name, Donahue silently raised his eyes and nced at


    J, then clicked on the news.


    The lights in the bar were dim and the photos were blurry.


    But Donahue could tell with just one nce that the slender figure protected by Donahueiel was Doris.


    In thest photo, it seemed that Donahuelel had given her a card.


    Donahue pressed the button, and the phone screen returned to ck.


    “Why did Donahuelel have to find someone I am interested in if he wants women?” Donahue thought in


    rage.


    He looked down to hide the anger in his eyes and asked J, “Did you sign


    that model?”


    Although J didn’t understand why Donahue suddenly mentioned Doris,


    she still answered honestly, “Just signed the contract for the jewelry promotion. Didn’t sign other contra


    cts.”


    Donahue nodded, and said with a firm tone while cutting her steak, “Sign her,


    including all the brokerage contracts.”


    “She did well this time, but I don’t think she isn’t prepared for all that.”


    J was a little puzzled. Even though Doris had an outstanding appearance


    and strong fashion expressiveness, which J liked very much, in terms of


    J looked suspiciously at Donahue. She knew Donahue was a calctive


    businessman. He wasn’t someone that could make this kind of deal.


    “It doesn’t matter. Artists are forged. She is young and hard–working. It is not


    difficult to spend some time to make her famous.”


    Donahue insisted calmly, trying to hide his feelings about Doris.


    “You are right, but…” J touched her chin, then she nced at Donahue


    with a teasing look and approached him slowly.


    “You’ve always been a genius businessman who only wants money. You


    would actuallye up with such a n? Tell me the truth, Donahue! Do you like her?”


    Facing J’s


    direct question, Donahue didn’t say anything in response. He just ignored her probing gaze, picked


    up the napkin and wiped his mouth, then


    walked to the staircase.


    J’s eyes were glued to Donahue. Finally, Donahue couldn’t take it anymore


    and answered with a firm tone.


    “So what if I like her?”


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