Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 546

At Kane Group's headquarters, Donovan sat through a meeting that meant little to him.

The atmosphere was relaxed and informal. Only a few people were present, including Donovan, Ethan, one of Kane Group's shareholders, and several representatives from the Sterling family.

The Sterlings were an old and wealthy family from Soutara Province. They had built their fortune in the chemical industry before branching into real estate, food production, and shipping. Over the years, their assets had grown to rival those of Kane Group, and recently, they had set their sights on the medical sector.

Since the Kanes and the Sterlings had been family friends for generations, business cooperation between them was common. This time, they planned to take advantage of an arranged marriage between the two families to co-invest in a world-class private hospital. The purpose of today's meeting was to finalize the details of that project.

Donovan had little interest in joint ventures like this, especially ones led by Ethan. He had not wanted to attend at all, but after Ethan's persistent urging, he finally showed up, if only to make an appearance.

"Marselle, you're in charge of this project. After reviewing the proposal, do you have any suggestions?" Ethan asked with a pleasant smile once the discussion began to wind down.

It turned out that both families had already decided that Marselle would oversee and coordinate the project.

Marselle had lived most of her life in Singario and rarely visited Valanthea. Since the Sterlings hoped she would marry Donovan, they had appointed her as project lead so she could remain in Valanthea for an extended period. It would also give her more opportunities to spend time with him.

That was precisely why Ethan had insisted on Donovan's presence at the meeting.

Marselle was a top student from a prestigious university. Though she lacked practical experience, she had plenty of business theories to draw from. When she stood to speak, she did so with confidence and ease, articulating her views fluently and with conviction.

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Back in his office, Donovan leaned back in his leather chair, staring blankly at the pile of documents on his desk. He had no interest in dealing with any of them. Exhaustion weighed on him. He closed his eyes, resting his head against the chair with his long legs stretched across the table.

A hollow loneliness gripped him, tightening around his chest like an invisible vise and stealing his breath.

He didn't know how long he stayed that way. Just as he began to drift off, a soft, unexpected knock sounded at the door.