Julian Donovan smiled leisurely, but his eyes were filled with an icy chill.
"I should have known. I should have known Mercy was yours!"
Charles Donovan said, gasping for breath. He remembered the year he'd brought a patient to Julian. He had used the patient's treatment as leverage, forcing Julian to renounce his inheritance rights to the Donovan Group. But as Julian was leaving, he had sworn that one day, he would make the Donovan Group his own.
Julian Donovan's eyes narrowed as he continued to smile.
"Mr. Donovan, didn't you want to have a talk with me? What did you want to discuss? I'm all ears!"
Charles Donovan's face grew even paler. He was old and his body was already failing. Now, suffering such a mental blow, he began to tremble uncontrollably, unable to utter a single word. The smile vanished from Julian Donovan's face, and his tone suddenly turned ruthless.
