"Mr. Webster, you are a funny man." Donahue raised his eyebrows. His eyes grew cold, and he still sounded calm. "I will see to it and take care of Janet. Mr. Webster, you don't have to pull a stunt."
"Mr. Smedley, if you don't tell me, how will you know if I am pulling a stunt or not? Maybe I can do what you can't do," Nathaniel was unhappy, and he said with a cold smile.
"Mr. Webster, it seems that you want to interfere."
Donahue's cold gaze made Nathaniel feel a chill run down his spine. It was terrifyingly cold, but he would never be frightened by Donahue's imposing manner. He opened his mouth coldly and said, "Of course."
After a long while, Donahue seemed to have thought of something, and an unknown emotion flashed through his eyes.
"If so, Mr. Webster, promise me one thing. As long as you can do it, maybe I can consider telling you about Janet."
"OK," Nathaniel said without hesitation.
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