Chapter 363 The Infight

• Janet cooled off and raised her eyebrow. “No reason. Do I need them?” Then she remembered something else and sneered at Donahueiel. “Besides, you never believed what I said anyways. Would you believe it even if I told you why I fancied you?”
• Donahueiel choked up. A glimpse of panic swept across his handsome face, then disappeared. He spoke in a hurry, but his tone was firm. “I will! I’ll believe whatever you say!” Janet was irked. Her expression went as cold as the freezing winter. “You do. But I don’t.” As she spoke, she took back her hand and drew her distance. Then she looked at Donahueiel coldly. She curled her lips in self–ridicule. “Almost forgot why I’m here.
• “Mr. Webster, did you know that you were spotted by the paparazzi and are now trending?” Donahueiel’s eyes widened. He didn’t. He’d been napping in his car since he bought the morning cereal for Janet. “Never mind, then,” said Janet, irritated. “I’ll deal with the trending problem. Mr. Webster, as I told you before a thousand times to stay away from me, I’m telling you one last time, go away and stay away.