Chapter 72
Over the years, Tony had focused solely on his medical career. Matters like family drama, social obligations, or even his own reputation–those were all managed by Renee. He had no interest in getting involved.
Anne, though still seated in her chair, had mentally drifted far away. She kept thinking about Donovan’s sudden departure. She couldn’t stop picturing Giselle doing something filthy with him in the Kane manor’s bathroom. Her fingers dug into her palms, eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness.
Meanwhile, Giselle was back home. She kicked off her shoes, headed straight to the bathroom, stripped off her clothes, brushed her teeth, and stepped into the shower
As the waterran, her mind replayed what had happened at the Kane manor. A mix of emotions churned in her chest.
She didn’t know what Donovan truly meant or wanted.
She only knew one thing–something inside her had changed.
It used to be purely physical when she thought about him. She just wanted to sleep with him. But now, she just wanted to see him. Even now, part of her wanted to go to his house right now.
And that realization hit her like a warning bell. That was dangerous.
She had always seen him as a tool for revenge. But wasn’t he using het the same way–for his own release? If she let herself get swept up in feelings, foolishly hoping for some land of emotional return from him, she’d be left in ruins.
she closed her eyes and let the hot water wash over her skin, trying to cinse away those thoughts.
The next moming, she went to her pet hospital to inspect a new batch of medications.
Ever since the previous incident in which a pet died, she had become extra cautious. She personally handled every order and inspection, added more cameras, and would now check feeds in real time from her phone. Every staff member she kept was someone she deeply trusted.
It was nearly lunchtime when Clara Lane, her front desk receptionist, came in and told her that a woman was waiting outside to see her.
Giselle stepped out and saw that it was Anne.
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Anne was impeccably made up and held a Hermes bag worth millions for show, but she looked worn out. There was a lingering darkness in her expression, a bittemess behind the polish,
“Whatever it is, get to the point. I only have two ininutes,” Giselle said impatiently.
Anne walked up slowly. “I want to talk to you about Donovan.”
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