Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 768

The scene looked exactly like a greasy, potbellied employer molesting a pretty female secretary, only with the genders reversed in Donovan's case.

"Mr. Kane." Chris came in and called out flatly.

Hearing Chris' voice, Donovan squeezed Georgia's hand. With a teasing edge and a husky voice, he said, "Ms. Laker, if you really need it, I can have my assistant keep you company."

Georgia's expression froze. She turned to look at Chris, giving him a once-over from head to toe. Snorting, she said, "What on earth do you mean, Mr. Kane? Clearly you're the one I'm into. Why are you pushing me to your assistant?"

She sniffled. "Besides, your assistant isn't some young, tall and handsome pretty boy. I still prefer men of your type..."

"Well, he's incredibly skilled in the bedroom."

Feeling no need for subtlety with this wanton older woman, Donovan quipped, "He's mixed, trained with the Usna Special Forces, and even served in the military for a few years. He used to be my personal bodyguard, skilled in every martial art imaginable… and more than able to satisfy your needs."

Hearing Donovan regale Chris with all these accolades, Georgia's eyes gleamed. "Really? He's that good?"

She appraised Chris again, noticing his solid build and hard-edged presence. His whole demeanor was different from any ordinary executive assistant—reverent and reserved on the surface, but carrying a naturally cold edge to him. Clearly, there was more to him than what met the eye.

Seeing Georgia look a bit tempted, Donovan instructed, "Chris, come say hello to Ms. Laker."

Chris saw right through Donovan's intentions and didn't hesitate. He walked up to Georgia and bowed his head in greeting. "Hello, I'm Chris Thompson."

Georgia took a deep, close look at Chris again. Her lips curled into a flirtatious smile, and she reached her hand out to him. "Hello. Mr. Thompson, right? No need to be so formal. Just call me Georgia."

"Mr. Kane, why don't you join us for dinner? We could all use a few drinks," Georgia tried again.

"No, thank you. My wife is struggling late in her pregnancy. I need to head back early to be with her."

"Haha! Your wife is one lucky woman. You're making me feel a little bad."

Seeing how much Donavan cared about his wife, Georgia completely gave up on pursuing him. In the end, Chris led her out of the office, under the pretext of accompanying her to dinner and then driving her home.

With the office finally quiet, Donovan reclined on the couch, rubbed his brow in exhaustion, and let out a long breath, relieved at last. He hadn't expected Chris to be able to help him with such a big favor at a critical moment, and he couldn't resist a cold, amused snort.

He took out his phone and sent Chris another message, "Deal with her. Do whatever it takes."