Unexpected Fiancée

Chapter 130: 72 Ways to Flirt

Facing Patrick's stern interrogation, Jones wore a grim expression. His face alternated between shades of blue and white, and his mind seemed to be crashing like a malfunctioning computer.

Why did Patrick have this video?

If he could still find excuses to deny the earlier recording, there was no way he could explain this video. Because in the video, it was crystal clear that he and Madeline were together!

The public's eyes were sharp. After watching this video, everyone had a general understanding of what had happened.

“I never expected Jones to be the mole."

"For his own selfish desires, he disregarded consumer interests, even planned an explosion. It's just inhumane!"

"Madeline isn't any better. Not only did she plagiarize, but she also instructed Jones to do such a thing to frame the Pansy Group!"

A barrage of accusations and condemnations flooded in. Jones wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, opened his mouth in despair, "It's fake! You're all framing me!"

"Fake?" Sharpness flickered in Jane's eyes. "Are you saying my recording and Patrick's video are fake? Unfortunately, these are all real! I believe everyone can distinguish between truth and falsehood.”

“In addition to this physical evidence, there's also a witness," Patrick said, looking at Morton.

Morton, with a stern tone, said to the meeting hall's entrance, "Bring her in!"

Soon, several bodyguards brought in a petite woman.

Upon seeing this woman, Jennifer Adolph, Jones's face turned ashen. It was over, completely over!

Some reporters recognized this woman as an online wanted criminal, skilled in bomb-making, related to several previous terrorist attacks. Patrick's expression remained cold as he looked at Jennifer. “Tell me, what's your connection to the explosion at Pansy Group's Warehouse No. 1?"

Jennifer, passionate about bomb-making and hiding in the mountains after a series of terror attacks, was bought by Jones to create a bomb placed in Warehouse No. 1, intending to detonate it and frame Patrick and Jane.

This time, Morton took some effort to find Jennifer in the woods and had the bodyguards bring her here.

Knowing the situation was lost, Jennifer admitted straightforwardly, “I detonated Warehouse No. 1."

"Why did you do this?" Patrick's voice grew even colder.

Jennifer, somewhat indifferent, replied, "Someone gave me ten million to do it."

“Then, who told you to do it?" Patrick's eyebrows furrowed, lips slightly parted, emanating a chilling aura.

Jennifer shivered involuntarily and pointed to Jones, “It was him!" "Don't talk nonsense, I don't know you!" Cold sweat the size of beans oozed from Jones's forehead. At this point, aside from denying it to the death, he had no other option.

"Don't know me? I've already had it investigated. A week ago, ten million was withdrawn from your account, and that ten million is what you gave Jennifer!" Patrick's icy gaze swept over Jones.

Jane stepped forward, speaking with conviction, "With both witness and evidence, Jones, you can't deny it. We'll hand over this evidence to the police. Jones, get ready for legal consequences!”

The police received Patrick's notification and swiftly came to take Jennifer and Jones away.

Patrick's icy gaze swept around the meeting hall. He cleared his throat and spoke in a deep voice, "I believe everyone is clear now. The “Ice and Fire’ incident was maliciously orchestrated by “Love Jewelry,’ with Jones as the mastermind. Pansy Group will take this as a lesson, and such incidents will never happen again!"

Thunderous applause erupted, and Jane glanced at Patrick with a silent acknowledgment. Sometimes, silence spoke louder than words. The storm had finally passed, and Jane breathed a small sigh of relief. Online, negative news about Pansy Group vanished without a trace.

In contrast, accusations against Love Jewelry and admiration for Patrick and Jane filled the internet.

?Love Jewelry is shameless; support Pansy Group!l

?Jones deserves punishment; Madeline, the plagiarist, should leave the jewelry industry!

?Mr. Patrick is so handsome; Miss Jane is beautiful. They are a perfect match!l

?Unconditional support for Mr. Patrick & Miss Jane!

Observing the overwhelming comments, Jane's lips curled imperceptibly.

Her and Patrick... were they really so compatible?

"What are you looking at?" Jane, lying on the hotel's large bed, was scrolling through her phone when suddenly Patrick's rich and magnetic voice came from behind.

Why did Patrick come over all of a sudden?

Jane quickly locked her phone. "Nothing much."

"Oh?" Patrick's peripheral vision glanced at Jane's phone screen. He sat down beside her, his gaze piercing. "Don't you want to fulfill the wishes of our dear netizens?"

Jane hesitated. "What do you mean?"

"With so many people shipping us, you wouldn't want to disappoint them, would you?" Patrick smirked, looking at Jane with a teasing smile.

Jane:...

This man's cheek is thicker than a city wall!

After some thought, she spoke, "I'll seriously consider it. I'll give you an answer in two months."

Patrick raised an eyebrow, nodding slightly. In a low, deep voice near Jane's ear, he said, "Don't make me wait too long."

His warm breath tickled Jane.

Blushing slightly, Jane quickly changed the subject. "When are we going back?"

“In a few days," Patrick said casually.

“Don't you need to rush back to handle company matters?" Jane pursed her lips.

Patrick smiled. "Let Morton go back first. My injuries aren't fully healed. I'll rest for a few days before leaving.”

"Alright..."

Jane was a little surprised. Even this workaholic Patrick wanted to take a break.

Looking at the time, it was already late, but Patrick showed no intention of leaving.

Clearing her throat, Jane dropped a hint, "Patrick, I need to rest. You should go back to your room."

Patrick's gaze darkened a bit. Was this woman so eager to chase him away?

Jane, with a push and pull, maneuvered Patrick to the door of the room. Patrick gave her a faint glance. "See you tomorrow."

Morton was at the main entrance, wearing a teasing smile, watching as Patrick was pushed out of the room by Jane.

Pushing the door, Patrick stepped into his room, expressionless, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Morton, with a smirk, handed a book to Patrick. "Boss, this book is suitable for you."

"What is it?" Patrick's icy gaze fell on the cover.