Unexpected Fiancée

Chapter 77: Go To Hell

Jane was taken aback when she heard a woman's voice on the other end of the line. Even more surprising was the familiarity of the voice; it resembled Florence's.

However, how could it be Florence? Patrick had always shown his displeasure towards her.

Perhaps it was Candy.

“I'm looking for Patrick," Jane responded indifferently, suppressing her doubts.

“Jane, is that you? I'm Florence. Patrick is in the shower," Florence said provocatively, her lips curving into a sly smile. It was indeed Florence.

Jane's expression immediately darkened. Patrick wasn't home, and he was with Florence, even takin a shower with her.

“Jane, why are you looking for Patrick? Unfortunately, he won't be returning your call. He promised to spend a romantic and unforgettable night with me. He told me that I'm the woman he adores th most..."

Jane abruptly ended the call before Florence could finish. Florence smirked triumphantly as she heard the beeping sound on the other end.

“Jane, you'll pay for this tomorrow."

Florence derived immense pleasure from tormenting her before Jane's impending doom.

Jane hung up the phone, feeling a wave of despair wash over her. She couldn't comprehend why Patrick was with Florence. In her view, Patrick had always been cold toward Florence.

But Patrick was also distant and cold in public with Jane, yet he would become intimate with her in private, even forcibly kissing her.

She believed that Patrick wouldn't reject Florence's advances if they were alone.

Jane ran her fingers through her hair and lay on the bed. Patrick's captivating face lingered in her mind, a presence she couldn't shake.

Even though she convinced herself she didn't care about Patrick, she found herself oddly disturbed by the image of him kissing Florence.

Jane couldn't sleep all night.

On the second day, she arrived at the Pansy Group with dark circles under her eyes. There was still no sign of Patrick. Patrick, known for his workaholic tendencies, would never be late for work without a valid reason. But today was an exception; he was late.

Morton was puzzled as well. Patrick had explicitly informed him that he would personally supervise the Ice and Fire commercial shoot today at Lover Lake. However, now that everyone had assembled Patrick was nowhere to be found. His phone was turned off, which was highly unusual.

"We won't wait for him any longer. Let's get started,” Jane declared coldly, her impatience evident. Patrick must be enjoying himself with Florence, pursuing pleasure while making so many people wait.

But Mr. Pansy said he would accompany us today,” Morton hesitated, a devoted follower of Patrick" every instruction. If given a task by Patrick, he would promptly carry it out.

"He can join us later if he wants. We won't wait for him with so many people,” Jane insisted. She wa: always punctual and wouldn't allow so many people to waste their time.

Moreover, nobody knew when Patrick would return. "Jane is right. I have an interview this afternoon,” Osborn added, understanding Jane's perspective.

"Very well," Morton finally agreed, as he had been unable to reach Patrick.

Osborn entered the car and took a seat next to Jane. He looked at her and asked quietly, "Are you okay?"

Jane nodded, attempting to maintain her composure. Although she appeared calm, Osborn sensed that she was in a bad mood today, especially given the visible dark circles under her eyes.

“Is there anything you can't tell me, Jane? Why are you treating me like a stranger?" Osborn's eyes expressed his disappointment.

Jane managed a slight smile. "I'm okay. Are you free tonight? Let's go out for dinner.”

"Okay," Osborn replied, thrilled that Jane had taken the initiative to invite him.

Morton, seated in the front row, overheard their conversation and was perplexed. He knew that Jan was Patrick's fiancée, yet she seemed to have a close relationship with Osborn. They even had a dat tonight.

Morton wondered whether he should inform Patrick, but he couldn't reach him at the moment. Lover Lake was situated in the Guavo suburbs, nestled in a valley surrounded by mountains. The location was enchanting, with singing birds, fragrant flowers, and a perfect romantic atmosphere. Lover Lake had earned its name because many couples gathered there to take wedding photos. Jane found a secluded grove near the lake and said, "The scenery here is beautiful; let's start the shoot."

Osborn and Maria changed into custom-made outfits, applied makeup, and began the shoot. Maria and Osborn, after a full day of shooting the day before, had developed excellent chemistry.

"That's great," the photographer commended, continuously capturing the moments.

Jane, however, wasn't satisfied with the shoot. "You can continue; I'll go and see if there's a better location," she said, pursing her lips. She was a perfectionist and was determined to give her best since she was in charge of the project.

“When Osborn heard this, he paused and said, "I'll go with you."

Jane declined, shaking her head. "No, thank you. You carry on. I don't want to slow down the progress.”

Jane walked to the other side of Lover Lake on her own, while Osborn watched her with concern. He didn't understand why Jane was in such a bad mood. Was it because of Patrick? They had seemed very affectionate yesterday, but today Patrick was nowhere to be found.

The mountain road was a bit muddy due

to the previous night's heavy rain, but Jane walked carefully in her high heels. Patrick continued to occupy her thoughts, as he had promised to supervise the shoot today, but now it was already ten o'clock, and he was nowhere to be seen.

Jane couldn't help but wonder if Patrick had spent the night with Florence. She pondered the nature of their interactions and whether Patrick felt any remorse for Candy. Jane strolled to the other side of Lover Lake, a place not far from the edge of the forest, offering stunning views of the lake and mountains.

This location had the potential for excellent shots. Jane lowered her head to call the photographer and instruct them to come and shoot in this area. But out of nowhere, a figure appeared, and a strong gust of wind followed.

Jane turned around and found Monica glaring at her with rage, making an aggressive attempt to push Jane into the water. Monica's face contorted, her hatred for Jane evident.

With all her might, Monica tried to shove Jane into the water.

Monica's face contorted, her hatred for Jane obvious.

She then yelled, "Jane, you bitch! Go to hell!"