Chapter 217

Donavan quickly rushed into his room and started packing his bags. He didn't want anything else to do with all the drama that was happening. The old man had a limit, and that limit was being crossed. He took out his passports and checked them.

What Jacobs told him and him running to the far ends of the Earth kept ringing in his ear. He did not want Oliver to find him. He was not ready to die.

"Fuck!" He muttered while to tossing away the passport. Donavan paced around the room. His chest was thumping while he thought, but then he took his phone and quickly dialed a number. It took forever for the person to pick up.

"Donna, how are you?" Donavan asked over the phone.

"You have some nerve calling me again, Donavan. I warned you never to contact me again, and yet, here you are," a woman said to Donavan. He sighed.

"Listen, I am terribly sorry for everything that has happened between us. I hope you just forgive me because right now, I am desperate for your help,"

"I can't help you," the
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