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 more
surprising 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 lips
curving into a sly smile. It was indeed Florence.
Jane''s expression immediately darkened. Patrick wasn''t home, and he was with Florence, even
taking a shower with her.
"Jane, why are you looking for Patrick? Unfortunately, he won''t be returning your call. He promised
to spend a romantic and unforgettable night with me. He told me that I''m the woman he adores the
most..."
Jane abruptly ended the call before Florence could finish. Florence smirked triumphantly as she
heard 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''tprehend why
Patrick 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 be intimate with her in
private, 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 andy on the bed. Patrick''s captivating face lingered in her
mind, a presence she couldn''t shake.
Even though she convinced herself she didn''t care about Patrick, she found herself oddly disturbed
by 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 still
no sign of Patrick. Patrick, known for his workaholic tendencies, would never bete for work
without a valid reason. But today was an exception; he waste.
Morton was puzzled as well. Patrick had explicitly informed him that he would personally supervise
the Ice and Firemercial shoot today at Lover Lake. However, now that everyone had
assembled, 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 dered coldly, her impatience evident.
Patrick must be enjoying himself with Florence, pursuing pleasure while making so many people
wait.
But Mr. Pansy said he would apany us today," Morton hesitated, a devoted follower of Patrick''s
every instruction. If given a task by Patrick, he would promptly carry it out.
"He can join uster if he wants. We won''t wait for him with so many people," Jane insisted. She
was 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 this
afternoon," 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 you
okay?"
Jane nodded, attempting to maintain herposure. Although she appeared calm, Osborn sensed
that 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 eyes
expressed his disappointment.
Jane managed a slight smile. "I''m okay. Are you free tonight? Let''s go out for dinner."
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"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 that
Jane was Patrick''s fiancée, yet she seemed to have a close rtionship with Osborn. They even
had 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. The
location 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 theke and said, "The scenery here is beautiful; let''s start the
shoot."
Osborn and Maria changed into custom-made outfits, applied makeup, and began the shoot. Maria
and Osborn, after a full day of shooting the day before, had developed excellent chemistry.
"That''s great," the photographermended, continuously capturing the moments.
Jane, however, wasn''t satisfied with the shoot. "You can continue; I''ll go and see if there''s a better
location," she said, pursing her lips. She was a perfectionist and was determined to give her best
since 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 the
progress."
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 had
seemed very affectionate yesterday, but today Patrick was nowhere to be found.
The mountain road was a bit muddy due
to the previous night''s heavy rain, but Jane walked carefully in her high heels. Patrick continued to
upy her thoughts, as he had promised to supervise the shoot today, but now it was already ten
o''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 nature
of their interactions and whether Patrick felt any remorse for Candy. Jane strolled to the other side
of Lover Lake, a ce not far from the edge of the forest, offering stunning views of theke and
mountains.
This location had the potential for excellent shots. Jane lowered her head to call the photographer
and instruct them toe and shoot in this area. But out of nowhere, a figure appeared, and a
strong gust of wind followed.
Jane turned around and found Monica ring at her with rage, making an aggressive attempt to
push 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!"