Chapter 207

"What happened, Donavan?" Pascal asked, his voice raised up a notch as he made his way into Donavan's office. His anger was palpable; he wore it in his sleeves, his bloodshot eyes holding Donavan's.

He walked closer to Donavan's desk and hit his palms against it; the impact sent the files and a few items scattering on the tiled floor. Donavan leaned back, and he didn't need a word to know how angry Pascal was about the fucked up situation.

It all happened so fast, and he couldn't pinpoint the dent in his plans either. He'd strategized so carefully with Reynold, and their missing was protected. Yet, Oliver, despite his being in confinement, managed to stay one step ahead of them.

Thinking about the wasted effort made Donavan feel a lump rising at the back of his throat. It was definitely the worst thing he'd ever experienced in his entire life of being in business. It killed him more than Pascal could think of.

And Pascal shared those grievances, along with anger churning in his stoma
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