Chapter 165

Anne's nose prickled as Donovan's words pierced her heart painfully. She looked at the side profile of Donovan's cold, expressionless face and was at a loss for words. She couldn't utter a single word in reply. "I'll leave now." Anne held back her tears. She didn't want to continue confronting him head-on like this any further. As long as she had this report in hand, she could very much handle things her way. After Anne left, Donovan's office returned to its former serenity. He lay down on his couch once more and began smoking profusely. He puffed on cigarette after cigarette, as if he didn't have the will to live anymore, and the entire office soon started to fill with smoke. Then, he took out a bottle of Louis XIII cognac from the wine cellar he had in his office and downed it in gulps. He didn't even need a glass to drink from it. His mind started to blur under the influence of alcohol and cigarettes. Soon, he could no longer think straight anymore and was no longer filled with