Unexpected Fiancée

Chapter 77: Go To Hell

Chapter 77: Go To Hell

Jane was taken aback when she heard a woman's voice on the other end of the line. Even moresurprising 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 lipscurving into a sly smile. It was indeed Florence.

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

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

Jane abruptly ended the call before Florence could finish. Florence smirked triumphantly as sheheard 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 whyPatrick 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 inprivate, 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 hermind, a presence she couldn't shake.

Even though she convinced herself she didn't care about Patrick, she found herself oddly disturbedby 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 stillno sign of Patrick. Patrick, known for his workaholic tendencies, would never be late for workwithout 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 supervisethe Ice and Fire commercial shoot today at Lover Lake. However, now that everyone hadassembled, 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 peoplewait.

But Mr. Pansy said he would accompany us today," Morton hesitated, a devoted follower of Patrick'severy 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. Shewas 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 thisafternoon," 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 youokay?"

Jane nodded, attempting to maintain her composure. Although she appeared calm, Osborn sensedthat 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 eyesexpressed 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 thatJane was Patrick's fiancée, yet she seemed to have a close relationship with Osborn. They evenhad a date 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. Thelocation 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 theshoot."

Osborn and Maria changed into custom-made outfits, applied makeup, and began the shoot. Mariaand 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 betterlocation," she said, pursing her lips. She was a perfectionist and was determined to give her bestsince 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 theprogress."

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 hadseemed very affectionate yesterday, but today Patrick was nowhere to be found.

The mountain road was a bit muddy duenovelbin

to the previous night's heavy rain, but Jane walked carefully in her high heels. Patrick continued tooccupy her thoughts, as he had promised to supervise the shoot today, but now it was already teno'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 natureof their interactions and whether Patrick felt any remorse for Candy. Jane strolled to the other sideof Lover Lake, a place not far from the edge of the forest, offering stunning views of the lake andmountains.

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

Jane turned around and found Monica glaring at her with rage, making an aggressive attempt topush 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!"