Hearing how urgent Chris sounded, Giselle grew even more suspicious. She countered, "Aren't you very close with Donovan? If it's really that urgent, tell him. He'll give it to you. I just gave birth. It's inconvenient for me to deal with this—"
"Don't mention him!" The moment Chris heard Donovan's name, he became even more agitated. "Don't you dare tell him I need money! Don't let him know!"
"What on earth is going on?" Giselle was baffled. If it were really just about money, lending him one hundred million wouldn't be a problem, given how much Donovan had been looking out for him lately.
"Can you stop asking?"
"You want me to give you one hundred million dollars and not ask what it's for? Do you take me for a fool?"
Giselle snapped, growing angrier by the second. "Do you think my money grows on trees? That's one hundred million in Valanthean dollars, not Tonvaran dollars! Explain yourself first!"
What she truly feared was that he might use the money for shady investments or other illegal activities—dragging her and Donovan into it, and potentially harming Kane Pharmaceutical Group as a whole.
After all, Orin was hardly a clean or upright person—given the dirty things he'd done before, it was hard not to question what he really wanted the money for…
But Orin, or his Valantian name, Chris, still refused to reveal anything.
Instead, he pressed her in a low voice. "Didn't you want me to leave right away? Nora, as long as you give me this money, I promise I'll vanish without a trace! No excuses, no more delays. I won't stay by Donovan's side. I'll go far away, and you'll never find me again! Just give me the money now!"
Giselle froze on the other end of the line.



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