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    Florence lounged on the couch, scrolling through her phone. Seeing the negativements about Jane online, she couldn’t help but burst into a triumphant smile.


    “Florence, you’re really smart. Without much effort, we made Jane lose so much face. Look at her ugly appearance; it’s trulyughable.” Erica stood in front of Florence, covering her mouth andughing, not forgetting to tter Florence.


    “Humph, she deserves it! It’s just that; she got off too lightly!” Florence put down her phone, looked up at Erica, and spoke indignantly.


    Learning that Jane’s allergy was almost resolved, Florence felt it was too lenient.


    If only Jane were permanently disfigured, that would be perfect!


    Thinking about how Patrick carried Jane away yesterday, looking so distressed, Florence felt intense jealousy.


    Even with Jane’s ugly appearance yesterday, which was repulsive, Patrick still cared so much for her!


    She couldn’t understand-what made Jane better than her? What captivated Patrick so much?


    “Why can’t Patrick spare a nce for me?” Florence wondered.


    “Florence, look at this. The police issued a statement, saying yesterday’s incident was an ident.” Erica suddenly pointed to the phone screen.


    “Really?” Florence lowered her gaze, quickly skimming through it.


    The statement roughly said that during the opening ceremony of Star Entertainment’s new drama yesterday, Star Entertainment CEO Jane had an idental allergic reaction due to allergens in the bouquet presented by fans. After investigation, it was determined that this was purely an ident.


    An ident?


    Florence sneered, curling her lips.


    How could it be an ident? Clearly, it was Freda’s doing.


    It seemed Jane was not very bright, falling for Freda’s deception so easily.


    “Looks like Freda isn’t entirely brainless. She’s much smarter than the previous Monica.” Florence smirked, unable to hide her joy.


    “Yeah, since Freda managed to make Jane publicly embarrassed without anyone noticing, next time, she might even take Jane’s life!” Erica said with a dark tone.


    She had disliked Jane for a long time.


    Erica had secretly admired Osborn for two years, but Osborn only had eyes for Jane.


    She couldn’t wait to drive Jane away. The feelings were no less intense than Florence’s.


    “Erica, don’t you have a cousin working at Star Entertainment?” Florence looked at Erica.


    “Yes, Florence, I know what to do.” Erica quickly understood.


    Florence nodded and added, “Remember, make sure Freda takes action. Don’t let it trace back to us in any way!”


    “I understand.” Erica hastily agreed.


    …


    Jane rested at home for two days, and her allergy waspletely healed.


    One evening, Janey on her bed, idly scrolling through her phone when she suddenly received a call from Nana.


    “Nana, what’s up?” Jane answered the call.


    Nana, concerned, asked, “Are you okay? I saw the incident at the opening ceremony where you had an allergic reaction.”


    “I’m fine.” Faced with Nana’s concern, Jane smiled, feeling a warm flow in her heart.


    “Was it really just an ident?” Nana inquired, still worried.


    Jane pursed her lips and truthfully replied, “Of course, it wasn’t an ident. Someone deliberately tampered with the bouquet, trying to harm me.”


    “Who?” Nana’s expression stiffened.


    Jane furrowed her brows. “I don’t know yet. It’s probably those few people who dislike me.”


    “This person really has a death wish,” Nana couldn’t help but mourn for this person’sck of self-awareness for a few seconds.


    Anyone who offended Jane would not have a good ending.


    “By the way, the annual Paris Fashion Design Competition will be held next month. Jane, are you participating?” Nana suddenly remembered something and asked.


    “Next month?” Jane was startled.


    The annual Paris Fashion Design Competition was here again so soon. In the previous years, Jane had participated incognito as Leo, the mysterious designer, and won every time, stunning everyone.


    However, it was almost the end of the month now, and she had to stay in Guavo to observe Old Pansy’s condition.


    She was afraid there wouldn’t be enough time to participate in this year’s fashion designpetition.


    Thinking about this, Jane pondered, “Let the neers gain some experience this year. Angel, Charlotte, and the others are quite talented.”


    “That won’t do. Sunsan has issued a challenge to our studio. If you don’t participate, the designers below won’t be able to handle it. If we lose, our reputation from these past few years will be ruined.” Nana’s tone carried a hint of worry.


    Sunsan was the chief fashion designer at Sunsan Studio and had consistently held the top position in the world until Leo appeared two years ago. Leo defeated Sunsan in a designpetition, and Leo Studio’s sess skyrocketed.


    For the past few years, Sunsan had been holding back, wanting to make aeback.


    “Oh, I see.” Jane, feeling a headacheing on, rubbed her temples. “I’ll see if I have time.”


    “Girl, don’t prioritize work over friends. Don’t just think about working for Patrick’spany.” Nana teased, pulling the corner of her mouth. “Leo Studio can’t do without you, the great designer!”This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?.


    “Alright, I know. Nana, you can rest assured. It’s just Sunsan; we will definitely not lose!” Jane, full of confidence, smiled calmly and spoke leisurely.


    Only then did Nana breathe a sigh of relief, smiling and saying, “That’s good. I’ll be waiting for your good news.”


    Ending the call, Jane was about to continue refreshing the news when a clear male voice came from the doorway, “Who were you talking to on the phone?”


    Jane raised her head, only to see Patrick leaning against the door frame.


    He was wearing a white robe, hands in his pockets. Compared to his usual aloof demeanor that kept people at a distance, he now exuded a softer touch of daily life.


    Jane couldn’t help but be stunned. When did hee over?


    How much of her conversation with Nana did Patrick overhear?


    “You eavesdropped on my call?” Jane furrowed her brows.


    Patrick took a step forward, walked up to Jane, and looked down at her with a slightly teasing tone, “I didn’t eavesdrop. I listened openly and honestly.”


    “You scoundrel!” Jane gave Patrick an annoyed look. “What did you hear?”


    “What do you want me to hear?” Patrick raised an eyebrow, chuckling lightly.


    Jane snorted and stopped paying attention to Patrick.


    This man had a thick skin, listening to her phone call and acting so self-righteous about it.


    Patrick sat down next to Jane, and his deep gaze fell on her face. He lifted the corners of his lips with a meaningful curve and asked in a clear voice, “Actually, you are Leo, right?”