Unexpected Fiancée

Chapter 120: The Issue Lies With Factory No. 1

Chapter 120: The Issue Lies with Factory No. 1

The night grew deeper.

Jane was packing her luggage in the room when she heard a bout of coughing.

Looking up, she saw Patrick standing in the doorway, dressed in a white casual robe, lacking the usual cold detachment, and gaining a touch of laziness and a sense of life. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

This version of Patrick left Jane momentarily stunned.

Meeting Jane's gaze, Patrick lifted his lips and smiled faintly, "Do I look good?"

"Patrick, when did you come over?" Jane regained her composure, a bit awkwardly clearing her throat.

Patrick straightened his tall figure, stepping toward Jane. "Is everything packed?"

"Yeah," Jane nodded.

There wasn't much to pack, just a few daily necessities.

"Get up early tomorrow," Patrick said.

"Okay."

Just then, Patrick's phone rang.

He took out his phone and looked at it; it was a call from Jones, the person in charge of the French branch factory.

Patrick answered the call, "Jones, what's the matter?"

"Mr. Pansy, we've traced the batch of problematic jewelry, and it all came from Factory No. 1," Jones's voice came through the line.

Patrick's face turned stern, "So, the issue is with Factory No. 1?"

Jones nodded, "Yes, I've instructed people to investigate every aspect of Factory No. 1. We should have results by tomorrow."

"Good," Patrick said in a deep voice.

After hanging up the phone, Jane asked, "Did the French side find any clues?"

"Yes," Patrick narrowed his eyes, his voice chilly, "It seems the problem originated from Factory No. 1."

"Now that the scope has narrowed down to Factory No. 1, it should be easier to investigate," Jane pondered.

"Not necessarily," Patrick's gaze deepened. "Anyone capable of tampering with Pansy Group wouldn't be an ordinary person."

"You're right," Jane agreed with a nod.

Indeed, recent events were somewhat mysterious, as if an invisible force was manipulating everything.

Moreover, with the enemy known and unknown, the situation was unfavorable for Pansy Group.

"Anyway, let's discuss it after we arrive in France tomorrow," Patrick said. Seeing Jane frowning, he reached out and patted her shoulder, his gaze gentle. "Get some rest."

"Goodnight!" Jane smiled, lifting her lips.

A night of restless turning.

The next morning, Jane got up, hurriedly freshened up, and as she walked down the stairs, she heard the doorbell ring.

Who would come so early?

Patrick opened the door, revealing Beatrice and Melissa standing outside.

"Mom, why are you here?" Patrick frowned.

"What, not welcoming?" Beatrice, in an orange qipao, well-preserved and with cold eyes, spoke up.

Without waiting for Patrick to respond, Beatrice walked straight to the sofa in the living room, and Melissa followed.

"Patrick, are you ignoring the joint letter from the board of directors?" Beatrice, dissatisfied, looked at Patrick.

A joint letter?

Jane, just descending the stairs, overheard Beatrice's displeasure. She couldn't help but feel curious.

Patrick remained indifferent. "I'm already handling this matter."

"Handling? How are you handling it? We asked you to fire Jane, why won't you do it?" Beatrice's tone rose a few notches. "Are you happy to see Pansy Group fall apart?"

Jane tugged at the corner of her mouth, realizing that this so-called joint letter was about firing her. Truly bizarre.

Patrick's expression turned cold. He looked down at his wrist. "This has nothing to do with Jane. I'm leaving for France soon. If you have nothing else, Mom, please go back."

Faced with rejection once again, Beatrice's face turned somewhat unpleasant. She raised her eyes to see Jane coming down with luggage. Immediately, she asked in a cold tone, "Is she going to France with you?"

"Yes," Jane walked to Patrick's side, dropped her luggage, and reached out, linking her arm with Patrick's. "I'm going with Patrick. Is that a problem?"

Seeing this glaring scene, Melissa bit her lip and said, "Cousin, I'm going with you."

"Don't be absurd!" Patrick rejected without hesitation.

"Patrick, I'm not being absurd," Melissa urgently said. "I also want to contribute to Pansy Group."

Beatrice agreed, "Melissa is right. Let her go; she can be of help."

Help?

More likely to be a bull in a china shop!

Thinking of the night Patrick got drunk and what Melissa did to him, Jane sarcastically curled her lips and smiled. "I'm afraid she'll be more of a hindrance. What can Melissa do if she goes?"

"What do you mean, Jane!" Melissa's face stiffened. She was about to say something, but Patrick's icy voice interrupted.

"Enough, stop the nonsense." Patrick, a bit impatient, pushed Melissa away. "Melissa, you just need to focus on your studies. You don't need to worry about Pansy Group."

Melissa, full of unwillingness, took a deep breath and retorted, "Why can Jane go, but I can't?"

"Jane is going at Grandpa's request. If you want to know why you can't go, ask Grandpa," Patrick didn't want to continue the argument and brought up Old Pansy.

Melissa bit her lip, looking at Beatrice, her face filled with grievances. "Aunt, but..."

Beatrice suddenly stood up, angrily looking at Patrick. "Fine, since this is Grandpa's decision, I won't say more. But remember this, if Pansy Group continues to suffer because of Jane, I won't let her off!"

"Alright, Mom, please take Melissa back quickly." Patrick, expressionless, issued an eviction order.

Beatrice, with an air of fury, left with Melissa.

Melissa added fuel to the fire, "Aunt, look, cousin doesn't respect you at all now. He wasn't like this before. It's all because of that Jane! I don't know what kind of drug that country bumpkin gave cousin, making him so confused. If cousin really marries her in the future, what position will we have in the Pansy family?"

Beatrice, covering her chest, snorted coldly. "Melissa, rest assured, I will never let Patrick marry that woman!"

Watching Beatrice and Melissa leave angrily, Jane felt somewhat uncomfortable.

In this past month, she had worked hard for Pansy Group, yet Beatrice was collaborating with the board of directors to fire her.

Quite absurd.

Her gaze turned cold as she looked at Patrick. She calmly said, "Don't worry, I'll leave in two months. By then, your mom won't trouble you anymore."