Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

Jane glanced up as the door swung open, revealing Beatrice and Melissa’s unwelcome presence. Beatrice, in her forties, still exuded an air of elegance and femininity despite her age. She wore a regal purple dress that accentuated her noble and dignified appearance. However, her expression was a storm of anger.

The reason for Beatrice’s wrath was clear. Patrick hadn’t returned home the previous night, which had left Melissa deeply upset. She had prepared breakfast for him and taken it over, but she had returned with red eyes and tales of mistreatment. Melissa explained to Beatrice that she had delivered breakfast to Patrick, but she claimed to have been pushed to the floor by Jane, causing the breakfast to be ruined. Melissa alleged that Jane had made disrespectful comments and emphasized that Patrick had been injured while defending Jane from a knife attack.

Melissa didn’t spare any dramatic embellishments, and Beatrice grew increasingly anxious. However, Melissa also cautioned her mother not to contact Patrick about the injury, asserting that he didn’t want her to know and that the wound was minor.

Melissa didn’t stop there; she added fuel to the fire, insinuating that it was dangerous for Patrick to be around Jane. Melissa blamed Jane for the injury and expressed concern about future incidents.

“Jane is a jinx! I’ll drive her away!” Beatrice proclaimed.

Beatrice’s disdain for Jane was an open secret, and it fueled her determination to separate her from Patrick. Both mother and daughter decided to confront Jane at Pansy Group.

Once they entered the conference room, Beatrice noticed that Jane wasn’t alone. The CEO of Lady Fashion was present, so Beatrice suppressed her anger and ordered Jane to come out.

Recognizing that Beatrice and Melissa were far from welcoming, Jane stood up with a furrowed brow and asked, “What is it? I’m in a meeting now. If you have something to say, please wait.”

“Auntie, please don’t be angry,” Melissa interjected, wearing a façade of innocence. “I understand that what Jane did was very disrespectful. How could she treat you like this? She’s just a country bumpkin. How can she measure up to our family’s standards? I think my cousin is bewitched by her seductive looks!”

Beatrice’s eyes sparkled with determination. “I won’t let Patrick marry such a woman.”

Beatrice and Melissa had to wait for two hours until Jane finished her meeting with Bruce. Once she came out of the conference room, Beatrice and Melissa barged in, demanding to know how Patrick had been injured.

“Jane, how did Patrick get hurt?” Beatrice asked, prepared for a confrontation.

Jane, focused on packing her belongings, responded, “You can ask him.”

But before Beatrice could say more, Jane Carllocked the door, and after locking it, she returned to the table. “I’m sorry, Mr. Longman. Please, let’s continue.”

She proceeded to introduce the plan in detail, explaining the capital, manpower, and raw materials required for the mass production of Ice and Fire.

Satisfied with Jane’s presentation, Bruce commented, “Great.”

Outside the conference room, Beatrice and Melissa nursed their wounded pride, bewildered by Jane’s actions.

Beatrice was fuming, teeth clenched in anger. “No problem. I’ll wait for her!”This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Meanwhile, Melissa tried to maintain her facade of innocence. “Auntie, please don’t be angry. I understand that what Jane did was very disrespectful. How could she treat you like this? She’s just a country bumpkin. How can she measure up to our family’s standards? I think my cousin is bewitched by her seductive looks!”

Jane couldn’t help but tease Beatrice with a smirk. “Beatrice, is fifty million all you’re offering? I thought you wanted to get rid of me.” She picked up the check from the table.

Beatrice, Melissa, and Jane watched as Jane tore the check into pieces and discarded it. “I’m sorry, but the money is too little.”

Melissa scoffed, “Jane, don’t be so stupid! Fifty million is more than you’ll ever make in your life. Take the money and get out.”

“Really, fifty million?” Jane said sarcastically, her tone laced with disdain as she picked up the pieces of the check. “You must be kidding. I’m not leaving now, not for such a meager sum.”

Jane’s reaction stunned Melissa, who believed that Jane was tempted by the large amount of money. Beatrice decided to try a calmer approach.

“How much do you want to leave Patrick?” she asked Jane sternly.

Jane stood her ground, holding her head high. “I will leave, but it will be on my terms. Rest assured, I don’t want to be part of your family, including Patrick.”

With that, Jane collected her belongings and left the conference room. As she exited, she collided with a familiar, handsome figure.

“Ouch! What the…” Jane began, looking up and discovering a surprised Patrick.

“Patrick? When did you come here?” she inquired, puzzled.