Female Novel
Chapter 31: Jane Won
Chapter 31: Jane Won
Florence couldn't believe her eyes as she witnessed the unfolding drama before her. The boutiquemanager, Mr. Franklin, was apologizing to Jane in person. How was this possible? Erica couldn'tcontain her curiosity and questioned Mr. Franklin in an attempt to make sense of the situation."What's happening? Did you make a mistake? Why are you apologizing to her? Florence wants thisdress. You know her; she's Old Doyle's favorite granddaughter. Offending her is equivalent tooffending the entire Doyle family. Do you realize the consequences of such an action? Can you bearthem?"
But Mr. Franklin seemed oblivious to Erica's inquiries. He wiped away his sweat and addressedJane, "Miss North, as part of our apology, we would like to offer you this dress for free. I sincerelyhope you can accept our apology."
Earlier, Mr. Franklin had received a call from Nana, who was overseeing Loe Studio's operations.Nana had expressed her dissatisfaction with Jane's treatment at RD Boutique and urged him torectify the situation to Jane's satisfaction. The stakes were high; Loe Studio was a valuable partnerfor RD Boutique, and any rift in the relationship would lead to significant losses.novelbin
Florence, however, was stunned by this offer. The dress was worth ten million dollars; why wouldMr. Franklin give it to Jane for free? She interjected, "Wait! Are you sure you want to give up all thatmoney?"
"Have a look at other clothes; we have several other high-end dresses that-"
"I want this one!" Jane asserted firmly.
Frustrated and incensed, Florence found herself in an unprecedented situation. She had alwaysbeen accustomed to getting what she wanted. Seeing that Florence was being unreasonable, Janedecided it was time to leave the boutique, saying to Mr. Franklin in an authoritative tone, "You don'thave to give it to me for free. I'll have someone deliver a check tomorrow."
Jane didn't want to engage in further arguments, especially with Florence, as she had an eveningappointment with Carl, and she didn't want to be late. Florence, however, couldn't resist pursuingJane. She called after her, "Jane North, stop!"
"Did you get Patrick to intervene?" Florence inquired. Unbeknownst to Florence, it was Nana whohad stepped in to resolve the situation, not Patrick. In her mind, Jane was merely a country girl withno connections or influence apart from Patrick. She was left puzzled as to why Patrick was soinvested in Jane and willing to stand up against the Doyle family on her behalf.
Seeing the anger on Florence's face, Jane was secretly pleased. She raised an eyebrow andasked, "What do you think?"
"You shameless woman! What can you do other than seduce men? Do you honestly believe Patrickloves you?" Florence seethed with jealousy and rage.
Jane countered with a sneer, "If he doesn't love me, what makes you think he loves you?"
"You...!"
Florence was livid, her face contorted with anger. She raised her hand, seemingly intent on slappingJane, but Mr. Franklin swiftly intervened, positioning himself between the two women.Understanding the unusual relationship between Jane and Patrick, he realized that no one couldafford to offend Patrick. Consequently, he instructed the security guard to keep Florence and Ericaat bay.
"Miss North, I apologize for the inconvenience," Mr. Franklin said with a bow.
Jane left with a triumphant grin, leaving Florence fuming with frustration.
As the evening unfolded, Jane arrived punctually for her appointment at Allure Bar. This upscaleestablishment was frequented by the rich and influential of Guavo. "Jane, over here!" Carl waved,seated with his friends from the entertainment industry, engaging in drinks and finger-guessinggames.
Jane greeted Carl with a smile, commenting, "Carl, your new film is already complete?Congratulations!"
Carl offered her a chair, and Jane declined wine, preferring a soft drink. However, Carl waspersistent and filled a glass for her. "Come on, just a little. It's my birthday."
Jane conceded and raised her glass for a toast. "Happy birthday!"
She downed the glass in one gulp, eliciting a round of applause. Jane and Carl engaged inconversation, and suddenly, a beautiful voice filled the bar as a young girl in a red dress sang on thestage. With curly shoulder-length hair and a melodious voice, she enraptured the audience with hersweet song.
Observing Jane's admiration for the performance, Carl introduced the singer, named Angel. "Shesings beautifully," Jane remarked, and Carl agreed.
"Yes, she's good, but not as good as you, Jane. I haven't heard you sing in a while. Can you sing asong for me as a birthday gift?"
Encouraged by Carl's request and his friends' enthusiasm, Jane agreed. It was, after all, a barwhere customers were encouraged to sing. She gracefully made her way to the center of the stage,wearing a white dress. "This song is for my good friend Carl. Happy birthday!"
The song was in French, exquisite and enchanting. Jane's voice filled the room with its melodicbeauty, leaving the audience spellbound. On the second floor in a dimly lit VIP box, a tall, imposingfigure remained hidden from view, intently observing the enchanting young woman on stage.
Patrick had come to the bar for a business meeting, unaware of Jane's presence. Recalling herappointment, he felt a surge of irritation. To his dismay, Jane was singing for someone else, Carl.He wondered if she realized the implications of her actions. Formally, she was his fiancée, but shewas at a bar, singing for another man. Patrick's face darkened with anger, though his client was leftperplexed, unsure of what had irked him.