Chapter 25: Move To Guestroom


    Chapter 25: Move to Guestroom


    "There''s a new task for you, Jane. Ourpany is partnering with Lady Fashion for the next


    season, and you will be leading this project," Monica stated, her eyes betraying a hint of jealousy.


    She handed a stack of documents to Jane and continued, "All the essential information for the


    project is in these documents. Please review them promptly."


    "Of course," Jane replied, taking the documents.


    She then turned and returned to her desk, leaving Monica to grumble with envy. After all, Monica


    had been initially responsible for the project.


    However, earlier that morning, Patrick had summoned her to his office and instructed her to assign


    the project to Jane. Monica couldn''t understand why.


    What was it about that country girl that made her more deserving of the project? Was it simply


    because she was Patrick''s fiancée? As Monica stewed in her frustration, she received a text


    message.


    "How are you progressing with the task I assigned you?"


    The message was from Florence.


    Monica considered for a moment and replied, "Don''t worry; I''m on it. That hillbilly will be dealt with


    soon."


    Florence responded simply, "Hurry up!"


    Her patience was wearing thin. Her attempt to frame Jane as a thief had failed, and Jane had not


    only proven her innocence but had also made Florence appear foolish.


    Florence was not one to ept defeat easily.


    Clutching her phone with an evil expression, Florence muttered, "Just you wait, Jane. You''ll regret


    this."


    Jane spent the entire day studying the documents Monica had given her. The project revolved


    around theunch of a new line of jewelry for the uing season, a coboration between Pansy


    Group and Lady Fashion. The project was already in the design phase, and Jane''s role was to


    review the progress and identify any discrepancies – a rtively straightforward task.


    Upon returning home from work, Jane discovered that her belongings had been moved from


    Patrick''s room to a guest room on the first floor. "Who moved my things?" Jane inquired, appearing


    confused.


    Melissa suddenly appeared and, with a smug smile, stated, "I did. Do you have a problem with


    that?"


    "Are you aware that handling someone else''s possessions constitutes an invasion of privacy and


    attempted theft?" Jane retorted, crossing her arms and leaning against the door frame with an


    unbothered expression.


    Melissa scoffed, "They''re just some shabby suitcases!"


    Melissa argued that the guest room was far superior to Jane''s family''s living conditions and added,


    "The Pansy family has been feeding you well these past few days. The guest room is probably more


    comfortable than the room you share with your family. You should be grateful. If you don''t like it, feel


    free to go back to your dpidated home!"


    Shabby suitcases? Jane regarded Melissa as though she were aplete fool. These leather


    suitcases had been custom-made for her by a renowned foreign designer and were more luxurious


    than most popr brands. Their design, craftsmanship, and materials were top-notch in every


    aspect.


    "How is that any of your business?" Jane questioned.


    Patrick arrived home to find a heated argument taking ce on the first floor. "Patrick!" Melissa


    clung to his arm and adopted a victimized tone. "I kindly moved Jane''s things, and instead of


    thanking me, she used me of stealing and infringing on her privacy. Even beggars wouldn''t want


    her suitcases. How could I possibly steal anything from her?"


    Jane, on the other hand, snapped her fingers and stated, "Patrick, did you hear that? She moved


    my things without permission!"


    With a stern expression, Patrick pulled his arm away and asked Melissa, "Why did you move Jane''s


    belongings?"


    Melissa recoiled in fear under Patrick''s withering gaze. "Your mother ordered it," she admitted.


    Patrick had an idea that his mother didn''t hold Jane in high regard, but he didn''t approve of Jane


    being treated unfairly. If his grandfather were to learn of this, he would be furious.


    "Return Jane''s belongings to my room," Patrick instructed a servant. "There''s no need," Jane


    refused, recalling what had urred between them the previous night.


    Patrick was slightly irked by her rejection. Was she so unwilling to share a room with him that she


    preferred to stay in a guest room? Irritated, he responded, "Do as you wish."


    "Yes, I will. After all, this room isn''t so bad," Jane responded, shrugging. The guest room was


    tastefully decorated andfortable, so she was content.


    After organizing her things, she sat down on the sofa to rest. Her phone rang unexpectedly. She


    nced at the screen and saw that it was Carl.


    "Hello, Jane speaking," she answered, holding the phone to her ear.


    "Hey, Jane, it''s me. Are you free this Sunday night?" Carl''s voice came through the phone.


    Jane had a rtively free schedule, so she replied with a smile, "Yes, I''m free. What''s going on?"


    "I just finished filming a new drama. I''d like to celebrate, and I''d love it if you could join me," Carl


    invited, brimming with anticipation.


    "Congrattions onpleting the shoot!" Jane said warmly.


    Carl expressed gratitude for her kind words and invited her to meet at Allure Bar on Sunday at 7 p.


    m.


    "What''s going on?" Patrick''s sharp voice interrupted. Jane had just finished her call and was caught


    off guard. She turned around to see his handsome face.


    "That''s none of your business," Jane retorted with a frown. "Besides, why did you enter my room


    without knocking?"


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    Patrick''s expression darkened when he realized Jane wasn''t going to divulge any information.


    Judging by her bright smile during the call, he deduced it was a male caller. And now she was being


    confrontational.


    "This is my home. I can enter any room I please," Patrick retorted coldly. "I came here to inform you


    that we''re visiting my grandpa this weekend."


    Jane agreed without hesitation. After all, Mike was good friends with her grandfather. She felt it was


    only right to pay the old man a visit while she was in Guavo.


    Patrick was taken aback by her immediate agreement. He had expected her to decline.


    As he considered the phone call, he added with an air of authority, "Remember that you are my


    fiancée. Don''t bring shame to me and my family by going to a bar with some man."


    Jane was stunned by his words. Was he forbidding her from going out on Sunday night? What


    nonsense! He had no right to dictate her actions.


    Did he consider himself her real fiancé?


    "I''m a grown woman, Patrick," Jane retorted. "I''m free to go wherever I please with whomever I


    choose. My actions have nothing to do with you or your family. This engagement will be called off in


    three months. Don''t you think you''re overstepping your boundaries?"


    Patrick''s response left Jane feeling outraged. She pointed at the door and added, "I''m heading to


    bed. Please use the door."


    Patrick''s handsome face twitched. Was she driving him out?