Chapter 439


    Chapter 439 Have We Met Somewhere?


    “As for Donahue,” J said softly, “I won’t meddle too much in your affairs. As long as you can bring b


    enefits to


    Multiple Star, we won’t interfere in your personal lite.”


    “Even if you and Donahue break up in the future, you won’t be treated differently in Multiple Star.”


    J’s words dispelled all Doris‘ worries. Doris no longer needed to worry about anything.


    Doris felt excited. The enthusiasm Doris had when she had just entered the industry appeared.


    If Donahue wasn’t involved, Multiple Star was definitely her best choice.


    J observed Doris‘ expression. Knowing that Doris was moved, she smiled.


    “I can give you three days. You can reply to meter.”


    Doris took a deep breath and raised her head to look at J. There was light appearing in her eyes.


    “I…”


    “Sorry, I have a call.”


    Before Doris could speak, J’s cell phone rang.


    “Hello? Donahue.”


    Doris paused. She froze a little.


    J’s expression changed in shock, “She’s already managed by Multiple Star now? All done?”


    Donahue’s voice was calm. He said, “There’s no need to waste time on such trivial matters. I have don


    e dealing with Skyline. Multiple Star only needs to ept her personal profile.”


    Doris heard it clearly. The light in her eyes disappeared. She lowered her head and her smile disappear


    ed.


    Just now, Donahue disdained Kade right next to her hospital bed. Then he transferred her to Multiple St


    ar forcefully.


    It was true that Kade was a bastard. But at least, he would say some perfunctory words tofort her,


    telling her that


    he was doing this for her future.


    Donahue didn’t even bother to pretend. Even though she had clearly rejected his invitation, he still got t


    hings done without telling her.


    Doris bit her lips and smiled wryly. She couldn’t tell which of them was more exaggerated.


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    J ended the call with Donahue. She looked at Doris unnaturally, “Donahue really went too far. I will


    apologize to


    you on his behalf.”


    Doris leaned on the pillow. Her loose long hair covered her face.


    She returned to be alienated, “Ms. Longfellow, please go back. I’m tired and want to sleep for a while.”


    J noticed Doris‘ resistance. Somewhat, she med Donahue in her heart.


    Donahue was doing this for Doris, but he shouldn’t interfere with her choice. This was disrespectful to


    Doris. Nobody


    would ept this.


    She sighed, “Then you have a good rest. I’ll go first.”


    J gently closed the door for Doris. She called Donahue back and pressed the button hard to open t


    he elevator door.


    “Where are you now? I’ll go find you!”


    J went to the address Donahue gave her. It was a quaint and elegant teahouse.


    He did such an unreliable thing, yet he was still in the mood to enjoy tea.


    With a cold face, J was led by the waiter into the private room where Donahue was.


    The room was decorated well. There was a dense smell of tea in the room. Behind the curtains, there


    were fine


    decorations.


    J came to question Donahue. Unexpectedly, there was someone sitting opposite Donahue.


    Donahue called her over, “Jill,e and sit.”


    With an outsider here, J had to adjust her expression. So, she chose not to talk about Doris with D


    onahue for now.


    J sat down next to Donahue. She looked at the man on the opposite side and fell into a daze.


    Donahue made an introduction, “Jill, let me introduce you. This is my friend, Chitt.”


    “Chitt, this is my sister, J.”


    The waiter served J a cup of tea. J looked at Chitt in a daze through the dense mist.


    Chitt was also looking at J. His long eyebrows were lowered. There was a gloomy light in his eyes.


    Chitt looked hostile, making J feel somewhat familiar. She had a deep feeling in her heart surging o


    ut.


    J nodded lightly, “Hello, Chitt.”


    Chitt didn’t speak. He just raised the cup as a greeting.


    J hesitated again and again, but couldn’t help but ask, “Chitt, you look familiar. Have we met some


    where?


    Evilness shed across Chitt’s face. He looked at her with a seeming smile.


    “Ms. Longfellow, isn’t this way to strike up a conversation too old–fashioned?”


    Chitt’s teasing did not embarrass J.


    His thin face was sickly pale. But when he smiled just now, something shed across her mind.


    Her intuition told her that she had definitely met this man somewhere.


    J stared at Chitt with burning eyes and continued to ask, “Can you tell you where you work?”


    Chitt didn’t answer but lowered his head to drink tea.


    Donahue exined to J, “He just got off the ne today. He has studied abroad before. I haven’t


    seen him for


    many years.”


    Disappointment shed across J’s eyes. She couldn’t help asking further, “Then do you have any r


    tives in the


    country?”


    Chitt paused while pouring tea. She looked at the teapot, “No. I have no parents, sisters, or brothers.”


    Chitt sounded cold and heartless, but J still felt some pain from it.


    “Sorry for my offense.”


    Although J did feel that Chitt looked familiar, she didn’t intend to expose his scars on purpose. Any


    way, he was the friend of her brother.


    J still wanted to ask more questions. But seeing Chitt’s resistance, she held back.


    “It just so happened that you came here,” Donahue said, “I was going to find time to introduce you to ea


    ch other.”


    “Chitt graduated from a famous Institute of Advanced Economics and stayed there as a professor for th


    ree years, during which time he did financial analysis for many of the world’s top 100panies.”


    “I prepare to let him help you after hees back this time.”


    J was surprised, “To the Longfellow Group?”


    Donahue nodded, “The racing car club project has just begun, right? Chitt can be your professional ma


    nager to help


    you.”


    “But…”


    J hesitated.


    He was a top financial analyst and a professor at a famous Institute of Advanced Economics. Was it a


    waste for him to work for her?


    Chitt blinked his charming eyes and smiled casually, “Ms. Longfellow, it seems that you don’t want an o


    utsider to interfere with the Longfellow Group.”


    J closed her eyes. She always liked to form a team and assign tasks by herself. She never


    gave anyone any priority, let alone allow others toe in without authorization.


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    To her, this was questioning her ability.


    But for some reason, when Donahue asked Chitt to join the Longfellow Group, she did not have any re


    sistance.


    “Chitt, it’s not like this.” J came back to her senses and smiled politely, “I was afraid that it would be


    a waste of your ability.”


    She thought for a while, “After I go back, I will have someone clean up an office. Chitt, then I will assign


    you an assistant. You will be fully responsible for handling matters rted to the racing club.”


    “Chitt, when you are prepared, you cane to report to the Longfellow Group.”


    J took the teacup and had a sip. The warm water filled J’s mouth. She tidied up her dress and


    got up.


    “You can continue to talk. Chitt, look forward to cooperating with you.”


    Chitt stood up slowly, shook hands with J for a while, and stared at J with cold eyes.


    “Me, too.”


    After J left, the room was silent for a long time.


    Chitt’s hand was still in the air. He stood there in a daze, with his eyes slightly red.