Chapter 165

---- 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. "T'Il 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 ina 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 toa 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 DoP3. Only a shockingly arrogant person would be brazen enough to provoke Donovan within his own territory like this. A minute later, the door of the audacious car opened, and its driver came out. It was Gideon. Donovan had already expected it as he looked at Gideon's somewhat familiar face. He sat on his seat unruffled.

He was inno rush to get out of his car. He merely placed a call to Benjamin so he could come out to handle the matter. Gideon marched to Donovan's side of the car, pounded rudely on the car door, and demanded, "Come down. Let's talk." ---- Donovan didn't care to respond. He didn't think Gideon was worth his time and emotions. However, he did wind down his car window just to show Gideon a glimpse of his phone screen -he had dialed 911.

Unexpectedly , Gideon shot out his hand and hung up the call. He leaned in on Donovan's car window and snickered. "Let's not waste police resources on trivial matters like these, Mr. Kane. It isn't easy for me to get a hold of you, so I had no other choice but to stop you like this. I don't want any conflict here. All I want is to have a talk with you in a serious manner." Donovan was filled with disdain. He refused to look Gideon in the face.