My Past is Just Prologue (Janet and Nathaniel)

Chapter 437

Chapter 437 Considerate or Manipulative NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Her evasive action felt like a stab to Donahue’s heart. His hand holding the bowl froze in

mid–air.

The two were locked in a stalemate, and the ward was eerily silent.

After a while, Donahue lowered his hand and placed the bowl back on the bedside table.

He picked up the document and handed it to Doris.

“It’s okay. Just take a look at this first.”

Doris fixed her eyes on Donahue’s face. “What is this?”

“An employment contract from Multiple Star. Sign it, and I’ll support you all the way to the top.”

Although Doris became popular when she was Peaceral Jewelry’s model, because of Kade’s control, h

er status was still that of an unknown person outside the 18th line.

Donahue promised to help her with the best resources, which was like a pie falling from

the sky.

But Doris‘ expression did not fluctuate. She was indifferent to this big opportunity.

“Thank you, Mr. Smedley, for your kind invitation. Unfortunately, I am not worthy of

your expectations.”

Donahue frowned slightly. He had never met anyone who dared to reject him again and

again.

“You don’t have to be ashamed of yourself. Multiple Star’s star–making ability is first–

class. Even if it is a rotten piece of wood, there is still a chance to rebuild it.‘

Doris didn’t respond. Her calm face was close to Donahue, but it gave him a sense of distance that was

hard to get close to.

Donahue held his breath. “Are you worried that Kade won’t let you go?”

When that bullying coward was mentioned, Donahue’s eyes were covered with a layer of

sternness.

“If Multiple Star wants anyone, Skyline can’t do anything. You can quit at any time.”

Doris twitched the corner of her mouth with a half–smile and repeated Donahue’s

words in a murmur.

“Really? No one can stop you from getting the person you want.”

Donahue took out a pen from his pocket and put it in Doris‘ hand.

“I’ve asked my lawyer to check all the details. You can rest assured and sign it.”

Unexpectedly, Doris loosened her grip, and the pen fell to the ground with a snap.

Donahue looked at her puzzled.

Doris said weakly but firmly, “What if I want to stay in Skyline?”

Donahue’s eyes were like cold stars, and his lips were tightly pressed into a straight

line.

“Are you so reluctant to part with Kade? Do you know that he drugged Jill and you last

night?”

“I do.”

Donahue’s temples throbbed. “He dragged you out to drink with him time and time

again, passing you around like a plaything. Do you still want to give him everything?”

“I have no background, and I’m not

good at flattering. In this industry, what other way out is there for someone like me other than being a pl

aything?”

A gloomy sense of self–destructiveness emanated from her, agitating Donahue’s heart.

“Do you want to spend the rest of your life by that bastard’s side, being his puppet?”

Doris raised her head. Her amber pupils were bloodshot, and the way she looked at

Donahue was the same as the way she looked at Kade.

“Why can’t I talk like this? Do you know me well? I don’t think I’m so close to you that

you can intervene in my life.”

Her words inexplicably agitated Donahue. “I shouldn’t intervene? Then who do you

want to intervene? Kade?

“Do you think he’ll protect you when you’re down and out?”

Doris smiled wryly, but there was no trace of sadness on her face. “It doesn’t matter. I

don’t care.”

Donahue clenched his fists on his knees. Was she really so attached to that scumbag?

A sense of loss of control spread through his heart.

“You’re the first artist who dares refuse Multiple Star’s olive branch. It seems you don’t

understand the consequences of doing so.”

He said coldly, “If you don’t sign the contract today, Multiple Star will block you from

the entire industry and bury you until the day you can no longer appear on the screen.”

Donahue’s intimidation didn’t force Doris to back down. On the contrary, she responded

indifferently.

She sneered and fiddled with the thin infusion tube on the back of her hand. “It can’t be

better. I no longer have any screen dreams anyway.”

She had entered the entertainment industry with a passion for acting, but after a few years, she was alr

eady battered and bruised.

The reason she could stay in Skyline was because Kade still found her useful.

Her reluctance made Donahue feel as if he had punched cotton. His patience was completely exhauste

d.

There was a knock on the door. It was a nurse coming in to clean up.

Following a deep look at Doris, Donahue got up suddenly and left.

When he reached the door, he stopped in his tracks and told the nurse. “Make another bowl of porridge

and watch her finish it. If she refuses, just change it until she does.”

The door was slammed shut, and Donahue left in a huff.

Doris picked up the contract and read it from beginning to end.

Donahue promised her almost everything Multiple Star could give her and even added a sentence at th

e end. “If Party B has other development needs other than the above promises, Party A will satisfy the

m unconditionally.”

It was quite a generous offer.

The nurse approached Doris, took away the cold porridge, and said with emotion. “Your boyfriend is re

ally considerate. If my husband is half as good as him, I’ll be thankful.”

Doris laughed silently. Was he considerate or manipulative?

Whether it was this bowl of porridge or the contract, had Donahue ever asked her if she was willing?

So what if she left Skyline and signed this contract with Multiple Star? It was just leaving the wolf’s den

and entering the tiger’s den.

To Kade or Donahue, she was just a plaything.

Doris cast her eyes out of the window again. The bunch of flower branches swayed violently in the wind

just like her fate of struggling to brave the rain in this world.

Donahue came out of the hospital with a vivid face. He snatched the car keys from

Bryan’s hand and took the driver’s seat.

After a deafening roar, the car flew out like an off–string arrow and disappeared at the

end of the road.

Bryan didn’t know what had happened to make his boss so angry. In his impression, Janet was the only

person who could make Donahue lose control like this.

But now wasn’t the time to think about such things. He quickly hailed a taxi and

followed his boss.

Donahue’s car sped all the way to an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city.

He slammed the car door shut and strode into the factory.

A bodyguard came up to meet him. “Mr. Smedley.”

Donahue’s voice was icy cold. “Where’s he?”

“Ms. Longfellow has already sent someone to deliver him. He’s inside.”

The heavy iron door opened, letting light into the dark warehouse.

In the middle of the floor lay Kade, barely breathing.

He was naked, face down on the ground. If not for the slight rise and fall of his back, one

might have thought he was dead.

A man brought a stool for Donahue. He sat down two steps away from Kade, crossing his long legs.

Donahue hooked his fingers, and one of his men stepped forward to turn Kade over.

Kade was a mess of mangled flesh.

He was covered in blood, welts, and bruises, with residual wax and blisters all over his

body.

His lower half was even worse: bloody and covered in a mixture of red and white fluids. It was a cruel a

nd disgusting sight.

A bucket of cold water was poured over Kade. The sharp pain jolted him awake from his coma, and he

let out a pained howl.

The pain made him breathless and dizzy. After a while, he finally took in the figure sitting in front of him.