Chapter 38

Within three minutes, Donovan received Mone’s replies on WhatsApp.

“What does this mean? So, you and that woman have been involved for a while. But why her? Oh, I get it. It’s because of what happened at the engagement party, isn’t it? You felt embarrassed, and now you’re taking revenge on me, right?”

“Never mind. She’s already dead. I don’t want to argue with someone who’s gone. Don, as long as you’re still willing to talk to me, I really don’t care.”

Anne’s relentless WhatsApp messages kept coming, causing Donovan’s phone notifications to ring persistently, waking him from his half-asleep state. Annoyed, he snatched his phone back from Giselle. Upon checking it, he realized what Giselle had sent using his phone.

Gazing at the photo on the screen, his thick eyebrows furrowed, and his expression immediately became menacing. With a sharp motion, he tossed the phone onto the bedside table next to him.

“What on earth do you mean by sending this nonsense?”

His eyes burned with intense anger. The photo Giselle had sent had clearly disturbed him, and he looked on the verge of confronting her once more. Each time, any sense of enjoyment and calm he experienced was utterly shattered by her chaotic behavior afterward.

Giselle had anticipated this kind of response. Maintaining her calm and collected appearance, she casually remarked, “Didn’t you end the engagement with her? Why is it a problem if I send her a picture like this?”

He swiftly rolled out of bed, dressed himself, and quickly reverted to his cold, unyielding demeanor.

“My engagement decisions or whom I choose to marry are none of your concern. Don’t think you can achieve your goals by resorting to such petty and immature tactics to disrupt my life.”

Casting her one last frosty look, he added, “All I can offer you is money. Take care.”

Upon hearing this, Giselle’s easygoing smile stiffened. After a brief moment of emotional descent, she quickly rearranged her expression into a smile and seized the chance to push further.

“Alright then, give me money now. My car just sank into the river and got waterlogged, so I need to buy a new one.”

Without a second thought, he opened his mobile banking app. “How much do you need? Enter it yourself,” he said, tossing the phone to her.

When it came to money, he was always incredibly generous. As long as she discussed money directly, his emotions stayed remarkably calm.

Giselle nonchalantly typed in the amount of one million dollars into the transfer interface and casually asked, “What’s the password?”

To her surprise, he immediately recited the six-digit payment password.

Giselle was taken aback; she had only asked jokingly, not expecting him to share such a sensitive detail.

After all, financial security was a private matter, and even married couples might not reveal such information. She didn’t expect that, especially not from a cautious billionaire.

“You obviously trust me completely. If anything happens to your funds in the future, don’t say I didn’t warn you!”

As she joked with him, she entered the password, transferred the money to her account, and handed his phone back to him.

Donovan no longer wished to get entangled with her. He grabbed his coat and made his way to the door, resembling a diner who paid the bill and then left without a word.

“Don! Come here!” she called out in the living room.

Donovan, already on his way to the door, paused and turned back. He felt speechless.

Giselle cuddled the shepherd dog that ran in, then looked at the man and said, “Why are you looking at me? I was just calling my dog. Its name is Don!”

The man’s expression instantly darkened, and he gritted his teeth. “Giselle, are you asking for trouble?”

“What’s the problem now?” she replied innocently. “Is the name Don reserved just for you? You’re not the boss. Why should others avoid using it?”