Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

“I hope this never happens again. Please leave right now,” Osborn stared at Erica, his expression stern.

“But…” Erica had a lot to say, but she couldn’t speak a word under Osborn’s icy gaze.

“Miss, please leave!” The waiter rushed over, forcefully escorting Erica out after seeing Osborn’s cold demeanor.

Erica stood in a daze on the sidewalk when Florence approached her.

“So, where is Jane?” Florence inquired as soon as she saw Erica.

Erica collected herself and pointed in the direction of Blues Cafe. “She is over there.”

“Okay, let’s take a look,” Florence grabbed Erica’s hand, and they hurried toward the cafe.

Unfortunately, when they arrived at the cafe, Jane and Osborn were nowhere to be found.

“Where exactly are they?” Florence scanned the area for Jane, her expression darkening.

“She was there just a moment ago.” Erica frowned, feeling puzzled as to how they had vanished in such a short time.

“Where have they gone to? I told you to keep an eye on them,” Florence said angrily. She had planned to block Jane and Osborn in the cafe with her friends and then summon Patrick to reveal the scandal Jane had engaged in behind his back.

“I wanted to keep an eye on them, but Osborn kicked me out,” Erica replied, her frustration evident as she recalled how Osborn had treated her.

Florence’s anger intensified. “Who gave you the authority to inform Osborn? You’ve messed up, and those pictures I asked you to take…”

“Osborn deleted them,” Erica interrupted, bowing her head, unable to meet Florence’s gaze.

“What? How could you let that happen?” Florence’s frustration grew.

“Are you even capable of accomplishing anything? It appears that the Astley Group is no longer interested in partnering with the Doyle Group, right? I’ll call my brother and ask him to cancel our partnership with the Astley Group!”

“Florence, please don’t do that,” Erica pleaded, concerned about Florence’s intentions regarding the Astley Group. Over the years, the Astley Group had been gradually declining, and she had to maintain a good relationship with Florence to secure benefits for her group.

Noticing Florence’s fury, Erica quickly added, “I did manage to send you a photo, didn’t I? We can anonymously send it to Patrick. Jane cheated on him with Osborn, and Patrick won’t forgive her for this.”

“But the picture is so blurry,” Florence retorted, glaring at Erica. “Do you even know what catching adultery in the act means? You missed a golden opportunity today.”

“Even if the picture isn’t clear, I caught them red-handed, and Jane can’t deny anything,” Erica responded nervously. “Patrick is going to be very angry with Jane.”

Florence scoffed, “Then why are you still standing here? Send the picture to Patrick right away.”

The next morning, when Patrick woke up, he found that Jane wasn’t at home.

“Amy, where is Jane?” he inquired.

“She left early,” Amy politely responded.

“Where did she go?” Patrick asked.

Amy shook her head. “She didn’t tell me. She only said she had something to take care of.”

Patrick wondered if Jane had to work overtime. His expression hardened as he considered that Jane wasn’t feeling well and yet refused to rest. He drove to her workplace but couldn’t find her there. When he had someone check the time records, he discovered that Jane hadn’t shown up for work that day. Patrick couldn’t understand why Jane had left early and where she had gone. He tried calling her, but her phone was turned off.

“Mr. Pansy, the meeting is about to start,” Morton reminded him.

“Okay,” Patrick replied absentmindedly as he entered the meeting room. The meeting would involve department heads presenting their monthly reports.

Patrick sat at the head of the table, his face displaying a cold demeanor. The meeting room had a formal atmosphere. During the meeting, he received a message from an unknown sender. When he opened the message, a photo appeared, showing a man and a woman. The woman in the picture was Jane.

The photo had been taken today. Patrick’s expression darkened as he examined the photo closely. It was indeed Jane. The man sitting opposite her was Osborn.

Patrick couldn’t believe that Jane was with Osborn. She had claimed the day before that she had nothing to do with Osborn or Carl. Patrick wondered why Jane had rushed to meet Osborn early in the morning. Moreover, the two seemed to have a close relationship.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Frowning, Patrick impatiently loosened his tie and left the meeting room. He attempted to call Jane once more, but her phone was still turned off. As he asked around to find out where the photo had been taken, a familiar figure appeared-it was Jane.

Patrick approached her with a stern expression. “Jane, come with me.”

Jane met Patrick as she was on her way to the design department for overtime work. She noticed that Patrick was in a bad mood. He appeared distressed, and she silently followed him to his office.

“Why didn’t you answer my calls?” Patrick’s expression stiffened as he gazed at Jane.

Jane retrieved her phone and examined it. “I’m sorry, but my phone ran out of battery.”

“Where were you?” Patrick’s face grew somber. He wasn’t convinced by Jane’s excuse that her phone had simply died. He believed she had intentionally turned it off to meet Osborn.

“I went out to take care of something,” Jane responded indifferently.

“Where exactly did you go?” Patrick inquired.

“I went to meet a friend,” Jane replied, slightly perplexed by Patrick’s questioning.

“What’s with all these questions? It’s a weekend, and I have the freedom to meet any friends during my break. You don’t have the right to interfere, even if you are the boss,” Jane retorted, puckering her lips.

Patrick presented his phone and placed it in front of Jane. “Take a look at this.”

Jane observed the screen, puzzled. An image was displayed, and she was the woman in the photo. She took a deep breath.

“Patrick, have you been following me?”