Unexpected Fiancée

Chapter 4: Unveiling Elegance

Chapter 4: Unveiling Elegance

"Hey, check it out! Who's the stunning woman that came in with Mr. Pansy? She's absolutelygorgeous and carries herself with such grace!"

"Oh my, look at those legs! So slender and perfect! I've never seen anyone so beautiful!"novelbin

"Could that be Mr. Pansy's fiancée?"

"No way, that can't be true!"

The employees couldn't help but wonder about the identity of the woman who entered with Patrick.The most common assumption was that she must be a business associate. However, when she leftPatrick's side to sign in at the personnel department, it suddenly dawned on everyone who she was.

Word of Jane's presence at the company spread like wildfire.

It turned out that the woman who had accompanied Patrick was none other than Jane.

People were left bewildered.

Wasn't Jane supposed to be an ugly country bumpkin? How had she transformed into a strikingbeauty? As Jane went through the necessary formalities, the employees in the secretarialdepartment engaged in animated conversations about her.

"Jane is incredibly beautiful! She even outshines Florence Doyle!" one of the employees marveled.

Monica Betsy, the department head, wore a scowl and a look of disdain in her eyes.

With malice, she remarked, "Beauty is only skin deep. No matter how beautiful she is, she's still apoor country girl who knows nothing about city life. She's not fit to be Mr. Pansy's wife."

As Jane walked into the secretarial department, she overheard these disparaging comments.

A sardonic glint flashed in her eyes as she retorted loudly, "If I'm not fit to be his wife, who is? You?"

Monica's expression froze, and she averted her gaze, refraining from responding to Jane. Shecouldn't afford to antagonize her.

"Ahem! Mr. Pansy instructed me to treat you like any other member of this department. You'll beassigned your share of work, irrespective of your status. Here's the document for today'sadvertisement shoot; it's your responsibility."

With a derisive smile, Jane accepted the document and left.

The others huddled around Monica once again.

"Monica, isn't this Carl's shoot? Jane is new; don't you think she might mess it up?"

A mischievous twinkle gleamed in Monica's eyes.

The face of the advertisement was Carl Waters, a young and famously bad-tempered celebrity. Hewas notorious for being difficult to work with.

People typically went out of their way to avoid him. Monica was eager to see Jane's inexperiencecause chaos on her first day.

As soon as Jane exited the room, she examined the document outlining the advertisement'sschedule. She couldn't help but notice Carl's name, which struck her as oddly familiar.

In the CEO's office, Patrick's assistant inquired, "Monica Betsy just handed over the Carl Watersshoot to Miss North. Should I assign someone else?"

Patrick and Carl had been childhood friends. Everyone was aware of Carl's temperamental nature,and it was a given that Jane would bear the brunt of it if she worked with him today.

Recalling Jane's morning remarks, Patrick finally responded, "No, let her handle it."

He was looking forward to her trials and tribulations.

The company was responsible for every aspect of the shoot.

Jane and several employees went downstairs to welcome Carl.

A few minutes later, a black Bentley pulled into the Pansy Group's premises.

Carl emerged from the vehicle, sporting sunglasses.

At only nineteen, he already had millions of fans worldwide.

His fame had only fueled his arrogance.

He carried himself with a sense of superiority, striding as if he owned the world.

Jane approached him and extended her hand for a handshake.

"Welcome, Mr. Waters. I'm Jane Hewett, the person in charge of today's shoot. It's a pleasure tomeet you."

However, Carl ignored the gesture and skipped the pleasantries. He instead grumbled with a scowl,"It's sweltering out here! Why didn't you bring an umbrella? Anyways, are we ready to roll? I don't

have time to waste. Oh, and get me a coffee before we start. Not just any coffee, though. I want onefrom that café downtown; they make the best..."

Carl's words trailed off as he finally looked at Jane's face. His jaw literally dropped.

"Wow, is this a dream or what?"

Carl removed his sunglasses, his disbelief palpable. He hugged Jane excitedly.

"Jane? Is that really you? You work here now? When did this happen? Shouldn't you be globe-trotting by now?"

Jane patted Carl's head with a smile and replied, "Carl, it's been a while. What did you say youwanted to drink again?"

"Never mind! I didn't say anything."

"What about you, though? What would you like to drink? I'll get it for you."

The onlookers were utterly flabbergasted.

The perpetually arrogant Carl was not only hugging Jane but also speaking to her with suchrespect. He even allowed her to pat his head.

Was this really Carl, or was someone impersonating him? Perhaps he was showing this courtesybecause Jane was Patrick's fiancée. But he was usually arrogant even in Patrick's presence.

What on earth was happening? The truth was, Jane and Carl had crossed paths two years ago. Atthat time, Carl was seventeen and filming near Jane's hometown in the countryside. He had beenkidnapped by some thugs. Luckily, Jane happened upon the scene and saved him. Carl hadwatched in awe as she effortlessly defeated the kidnappers. He had believed he was facing certain

death until she swooped in like a superhero. She had invited him to her home, and to hisastonishment, her residence was even more lavish than the mansion from Downton Abbey. It turnedout that she was not only kind but also quite well-off. Carl couldn't help but hold her in high regard.