Chapter 121: Thought I Was Going To Die
Chapter 121: Thought I Was Going to Die
As soon as Jane mentioned leaving, Patrick''s handsome face turned slightly cold.
Was she leaving because of his mother''s words just now, or was it because...
"Jane, my mom is just like that. Don''t take it to heart," Patrick suddenly approached Jane, reaching
out to grab her shoulder.
His deep gaze, tinged with an unusual hue, his voice low and husky, he said, "Believe me, I will
handle things with my mom, and she won''t trouble you again."
Caught in Patrick''s intense gaze, Jane''s heart involuntarily skipped a beat.
Taking a step back, she smiled, changing the subject. "Don''t talk about this now; we should get
going. If we don''t leave soon, we''ll bete."
Patrick''s gaze returned to its usual indifference, and his thin lips gently opened. "Let''s go!"
The two arrived at the airport, and Patrick, leading Jane, stopped in front of a Boeing aircraft.
"Is this your ne?" Jane assessed the luxurious ne before her.
On her birthday, Grandpa had wanted to buy her such a ne as a gift, but Jane declined because
she was afraid of heights.
"Mr. Pansy, Miss North." The captain and flight attendants stood respectfully at the door, weing
Patrick and Jane.
"Let''s go up." Patrick held Jane''s hand and led her onto the ne.
The ne soared into the sky, quickly disappearing into the clouds.
At an altitude of 100, 000 feet, Jane sat next to Patrick, her calm gaze looking at theyers of
clouds outside the window.
"What are you thinking?" Patrick suddenly spoke, his voice faintly questioning in Jane''s ear.
"Nothing." Jane turned her head, meeting Patrick''s deep gaze. She cleared her throat and said, "I''m
wondering who might have a grudge against Pansy Group."
"We''ll know as soon as we arrive in France," Patrick smiled. "Don''t think too much. Have something
to drink. What do you want?"
Jane thought for a moment. "Orange juice."
Patrick called a flight attendant and said, "Bring me a ss of orange juice."
"Of course, please wait a moment." The flight attendant smiled.
Five minutester, the flight attendant prepared the orange juice and handed it to Jane. "Miss North,
your orange juice."
"Thank you." Jane took the orange juice, ready to drink, but suddenly, the ne experienced
turbulence, descending rapidly.
"Ah!!!" Jane eximed.
At the same time, the lights on the ne went out, plunging everything into darkness.
The sensation of weightlessness made Jane shudder, and the infinite darkness enveloped her with
fear.
In her mind, fragments seemed to sh by.
She felt like she was falling into an abyss, surrounded by pitch-ck darkness, continuously
plummeting...
This feeling, so real, as if it had actually happened.
Jane reached out, trying to grab onto something, but there was nothing to hold onto.
The despairing fear spread throughout Jane''s limbs and bones.
"Save me..." Jane''s face turned pale, panic-stricken, she cried out.
Patrick reached out his well-defined hand, tightly embracing Jane, and asked with concern, "Jane,
what''s wrong? Are you okay?"
Patrick''s broad and warm embrace eased Jane''s heart a bit. She subconsciously held onto Patrick,
a hint of post-crisis grievance in her voice, "I was so scared."
"Don''t be afraid; it was just turbulence," Patrick felt the woman in his arms relying on him, and his
sexy lips couldn''t help but curve up slightly.
Soon, the ne returned to calm, and the lights came back on.
Realizing that she was holding onto Patrick tightly, Jane blushed. She quickly let go of him, saying,
"I''m sorry, I was too out of control just now."
"It''s just a little ident," Patrick''s tone was heavy, but his eyes subtly flickered with concern.
"That scared me..." Jane patted her chest, took a deep breath, and said, "I thought I was going to
die."
"I didn''t think you were so timid," Patrick teased, quirking the corner of his lips.
Most of the time, Jane appearedposed, calm, independent, and strong. It was rare for her to
show such panic and fear.
Jane took a few deep breaths, calming her emotions. "You wouldn''t know. I''m most afraid of the
dark and afraid of heights. I had both just now, so, of course, I was scared."
Patrick held Jane''s hand, his deep gaze gentle yet firm. "With me here, you have nothing to fear."
Feeling the warmth of Patrick''s fingertips, a warm current swept through Jane''s heart.
Actually, this man was really good.
If it weren''t for Candy, she thought she might ept him.
But now...
Jane sighed lightly, pulled her hand away, and spoke with a faint expression, "Thank you."
Sensing the woman''s clear rejection, Patrick''s gaze dimmed slightly.
He turned his head, his gaze deep, his tone low, "Jane, are you really unwilling to ept me?"
Jane was stunned for a moment, then returned to her senses. "Patrick, now is not the time to
discuss this issue. Have you forgotten our purpose in going to France? Pansy Group is facing
difficulties now. Do you still have the mood to think about these things?"
"Difficulties?" Patrick smiled faintly, his handsome face calm and confident. "This little thing doesn''t
count."
Well...
In fact, Jane didn''t think this was a big deal either. It just required some effort to expose the
mastermind behind it.
The rest of the journey was calm, and the ne didn''t encounter any more significant air currents.
The nended, and Jane breathed a sigh of relief.
Jones and Bruce were already waiting for them at the airport in France.
As Jane and Patrick disembarked, Bruce approached, "Hi, Mr. Huo, Miss North, long time no see."
"Hello, Mr. Bruce." Jane greeted him with a polite smile, shaking hands with Bruce.
"Mr. Pansy, we have found out that in the warehouse of raw materials at Factory One, one of them
detected substandard materials containing radioactive elements," Jones eagerly reported to Patrick.
"So, the problem lies with the raw materials?" Patrick squinted slightly.
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"Patrick, sorry, I also bear responsibility for this matter," Bruce''s tone carried a hint of guilt. After all,
this incident urred in France, and the products produced by the French factory were distributed
by Bruce''s Lady Fashion.
"Bruce, let''s go and see what''s going on together," Patrick''s eyes were cold and calm.
"Mr. Pansy, why don''t you and Miss North go to the hotel to rest for a while? You''ve traveled a long
way..." Jones suggested, looking at Jane, who appeared fatigued.
"No need; we''re going to Factory One right away." Jane shook her head. She was eager to know
the truth.