All Chapters of A match for the tycoon : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Donavin's POV It was past eight when my assistant, Bryan, knocked on my office door. “What is it?” “Sir”. He placed several documents on the mahogany desk. “We need your signature for these. By morning tomorrow, we should submit them to the research department" I took the documents, read them carefully,before scribbling down my signature. While signing, I noticed the way he looked at me as if he had something else to say. “Speak. I don't do guessing games”. I flipped a document close and opened the next one”. “Sir, the card you issued to Miss Hart was used about an hour ago.” I stopped writing. “Used?” “A cash withdrawal, sir. At a bank on Fulton Street.” Something cold settled in my chest, and it took me a second to recognize it. Disappointment. So that was it. At the hospital, she had told me flatly that she didn't want my money. She had pushed the card back at me as if it was something dirty. This morning, Mrs. Bell told me she had walked out of my villa w

Donavin's POV"Mr Prescott is here."The announcement travelled through City Centre Hospital before I reached the director's office.When I stepped out of the elevator, two employees hurried out of my path. Another held the door open without waiting for me to ask.I didn't acknowledge either of them.The hospital smelled of disinfectant, but someone had sprayed a floral fragrance over it, making the mixture unpleasant."Mr Yates's office," I said."Yes, sir. This way." The receptionist led me down the corridor, to the director's office.When the office door opened, Yates rose so quickly that his chair rolled backward and struck the wall."Mr Prescott. I wasn't informed you'd be visiting today.""Would you have preferred a formal appointment from me?"His smile faltered. "No, of course not. Please, have a seat." He gestured to the seat right in front of him.Looking at it was irritating enough. He understood immediately, calling in a staff to replace it.When I finally sat down, my e

Donavin’s POV The next morning, I sat in my office with the documents from City Centre Hospital spread across my desk. Something wasn't right. I'd spent an hour comparing the hospital's records with the information retrieved from our internal system. Several entries appeared to have been patched up after the incident, and some were missing the details they should have contained. It was sloppy work. Or someone had assumed nobody would bother checking. But I did. I picked up the audit report again. PG-4471. The request had been created under the account of Richard Hale, a former Vice President of Compliance at Prescott Group. I remembered Richard. He'd left the company two years ago after a disagreement with a senior manager. What happened then between him and the company had been handled internally, and by the time his departure was announced, I was told that everything had been settled. I opened the account access history and checked the date of the last login. It wa

Isabelle's POVPayday came on a Thursday, and for the first time in my life, I dreaded it.My phone buzzed on the bedside table. A deposit of three thousand, seven hundred dollars received. I stared at the notification, unsure of how to react.Days ago, this would have felt like a victory. Now, it stirred nothing inside me. This was the money that almost cost me everything. If there hadn't been a way for me to have gotten it earlier, things would have gone far beyond what three thousand could solve.And yes, I needed to repay Donavin. He hadn't contacted me the whole time. For someone managing a company worth billions of dollars, he might have not even noticed that I took the money. It was like a tiny ripple in an ocean. The problem was, even if I want to, I still don't know how to return the money.There was no way I could hand it to him without going to see him, and I wasn't ready for that. Not after what happened at his villa. Also, walking into Prescott Group's lobby was out

Donavin's POV "It was late. Richard was on the phone with someone while I was in the kitchen. The next thing I heard were frantic footsteps as he ran downstairs. Worried, I stepped out to ask him if something was wrong, but he was completely gone by the time I made it to the sitting room. I was halfway outside when suddenly, I heard a loud crash”. She paused, wiping tears from her eyes.“By the time I made it, I met him at the bottom of the stairs, covered in bl**d".That sounded suspicious. "Did you see him fall?""No." She shook her head."I called an ambulance immediately, but there was nothing they could do. By the time they arrived, it was too late".I let her take a moment before asking my next question. "Has he been feeling unwell lately?""Not at all. He'd only complained about being tired lately, but he was getting older. I thought he was just working himself.""Did he get another job after he left the company?""No. Since he retired two years ago. He hadn't gotten any othe