Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 792

As the stranger brushed past Donovan, he let out an unintentional, loud belch. Donovan immediately felt the man's foul breath wash over him. As someone with a severe phobia of germs, he instinctively raised a hand to cover his nose and mouth.

The man had already taken a few steps forward, but when he caught a glimpse of Donovan's look of disgust, he instantly flew into a rage.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" The man had no idea who Donovan was.

He spun around and blocked Donovan's path, shouting aggressively, "You think you are hot shit? Who are you to look at me like that?"

Donovan did not expect to run into such a moron at a place like this. He didn't even want to waste the energy required to make a facial expression, so he simply spoke in a cold tone. "Move."

"Who the hell do you think you are looking down on?" The man was clearly drunk. Fueled by alcohol and perhaps a bit of local influence, he suddenly reached out and shoved Donovan.

Before Donovan could even react, Chris stood next to him and lashed out. He raised his leg and delivered a savage kick right into the man's stomach.

The man's massive body was sent flying instantly. He smashed heavily into a table nearby; the force of the impact shattered the furniture.

The other guests and the service staff in the hall were terrified.

The man collapsed to the ground, wailing in agony. His two companions rushed over to check on him in a panic, and the security guards quickly moved in to assist.

Donovan was not concerned about whether the man was paralyzed or critically injured. He was simply annoyed that his schedule had been interrupted.

At that moment, his gaze shifted to Chris.

Although he was used to his bodyguard stepping up for him at all times, Chris' lightning-fast reaction and brutal, efficient movement still impressed him.

"Are you hurt?" Donovan asked with a rare hint of concern.

"No," Chris replied.

Despite the minor interlude, Donovan did not let it affect his mood. The dinner meeting proceeded as planned.

Tonight, he was entertaining the director of a large public hospital and two chief physicians. Since the Kane Pharmaceutical Group planned to promote a new line of medical equipment at their hospital, the discussion focused mainly on technical specifications. The entire conversation went relatively smoothly.

By the time the dinner ended, it was already past 10:00 pm.

They arrived at the parking lot outside the restaurant. The director exchanged a few pleasantries with Donovan before getting into his own vehicle and slowly driving away.

Donovan's car was parked about a hundred yards away from the exit. Chris told him to wait there while he went to retrieve the vehicle.

Chris walked through the internal lane of the parking lot. Suddenly, the high beams of an oncoming car blinded him. Just as he squinted against the glare, the vehicle accelerated and charged straight at him.

Although his reaction was rapid and he dove to the side, the car swerved to track him. The vehicle slammed into him, sending his body flying onto the hood before he rolled heavily onto the cold ground.