My Past is Just Prologue (Janet and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 90

Read My Past is Just Prologue By Louisa Dillon Chapter 90 – Donahue’s Luck

Donahue could see that although Janet said she didn’t care, her mood would still fluctuate when she saw something about

Nathaniel.

But Donahue had already made up his mind to attack Webster Group.

So he didn’t want Janet to feel compassion, or to be implicated because of the Webster family’s affairs.

“No…”

Janet waved her hands to reject Donahue’s kindness but felt her shoulders suddenly sink. It was Beacher’s hand on her

shoulders.

“I think what Donahue said makes sense. Jill, the men in my racing club are not bad. We are all handsome guys

Then, Beacher shook the hair on his forehead extremely arrogantly.

like me!”

There were no people who could play racing were short of money. Besides, those who could be in the same group as Beacher were rich. They could barely match Jill.

“Well…”

Janet looked at Donahue for a while, and Beacher for a while. Seeing that Beacher was talking more and more vigorously, and even prepared to take out the phone to flip through the photos to show her, she hurriedly reached out and covered Beacher’s phone.

“Beacher, I don’t want to talk about this now. I’m not interested in this matter for the time being.”

“Jill, you can’t be unwilling to get in touch with other outstanding boys just because you and Nathaniel have no result. You know, there are thousands of good men in the world!”

He repeated and was not afraid that Janet would get angry.

For the care and love of her brothers, Janet only felt stressed. But because of this worry and love, her heart was warm and

sweet.

She smiled helplessly, and said, “Don’t worry, Beacher, Donahue, I won’t focus on Nathaniel. You are so concerned about my marriage, what about yourselves?”

In other words, her two brothers didn’t have girlfriends yet.

Hearing Janet’s question, Beacher hugged Janet’s shoulder and began to cry, “Our racing club is basically all men. Do you know what our club is called? Who can stand it?”

Although he cried sadly, there was no real sense of grief.

Saying that there were no girls was just an excuse for not having fun enough.