Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 165

Anne's nose prickled as Donovan's words pierced her heart painfully. She looked at the side profile of Donovan's cold, expressionless face and was at a loss for words. She couldn't utter a single word in reply.

"I'll leave now." Anne held back her tears. She didn't want to continue confronting him head-on like this any further. As long as she had this report in hand, she could very much handle things her way.

After Anne left, Donovan's office returned to its former serenity.

He lay down on his couch once more and began smoking profusely. He puffed on cigarette after cigarette, as if he didn't have the will to live anymore, and the entire office soon started to fill with smoke.

Then, he took out a bottle of Louis XIII cognac from the wine cellar he had in his office and downed it in gulps. He didn't even need a glass to drink from it. His mind started to blur under the influence of alcohol and cigarettes.

Soon, he could no longer think straight anymore and was no longer filled with suppressed anguish. He lived like that for another two days, which went by in a blur.

In the end, he didn't go to the lockup to drop the case, and he didn't care to know which lockup she was detained in. To him, this was a great way for him to cut her off from the rest of the world so she wouldn't be able to be promiscuous with any men out there.

He didn't have any important meetings to attend on Friday night, so he drove alone from his company's headquarters back to his villa.

As his car slowly made its way up the hill, a car suddenly appeared out of nowhere from behind him at a turning corner and scraped his car from the left side. Then, it swerved to the front and stopped right in front of him.

Donovan jammed his brakes hard, forcing his car to come to a screeching halt.

When he looked up, through his windshield, he saw that the car that had forced him to stop was a Bentley Arnage with a customized number plate of D0P3.

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