Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

Jane’s complexion grew more solemn.

At that moment, her phone suddenly rang.

Jane picked up the phone and glanced down-it was Patrick calling.

Seeing the blinking name “Patrick” on the screen, Jane’s heart inexplicably skipped a beat.

Her slender fingers pressed the answer button, and Jane answered the call, “Hello, Patrick.”

“Jane, I’m in M Country,” Patrick’s incredibly magnetic voice came through the phone.

“Yeah, why did you suddenly go on a business trip to M Country? What happened?” Jane asked with concern.

That night, Patrick seemed to leave in a hurry.

He didn’t even have time to say goodbye to her, leaving only a note on the refrigerator.

Later, when she asked Morton at the company, everything seemed normal with Pansy Group’s branch in M Country.

Jane wondered what had happened for Patrick to rush to M Country so urgently.

“Nothing much, just some personal matters,” Patrick said casually.

“Personal matters?” Jane was somewhat surprised.

Patrick’s tone became more serious, “Someone saw the sailor who went to sea with my dad years ago in M Country. Perhaps he knows something.”

Several sailors who went to sea with Bradley years ago, one of them went missing, and everyone assumed he was lost at sea.

However, Patrick suddenly received news that someone had seen him in M Country.

Concerning the truth behind his father’s death, Patrick couldn’t wait and hurried to M Country.

“I see,” Jane nodded. “Did you find him?”

“Not yet,” Patrick said in a low voice.

Someone might have glimpsed him in the street hastily; it could also be a case of mistaken identity.

However, Patrick didn’t want to let go of any glimmer of hope.

“Yeah, be careful,” Jane cautioned.

After some thought, Jane decided to inform Patrick about Old Pansy’s sudden illness. “By the way, your grandfather suddenly became critically ill just now…”

Before she could finish, Patrick eagerly asked, “What happened to my grandfather? Is he okay?”

Jane quickly reassured, “He’s fine now. We’ve stabilized his condition. Don’t worry; I’ll keep an eye on him. Once it’s stable, we can administer the final acupuncture.”

Patrick breathed a sigh of relief, “Thank you, Jane.”

“Don’t mention it,” Jane smiled.

She still didn’t tell Patrick about Rory and her speculations.

After all, there was no concrete evidence yet.

She was afraid Patrick would worry, and it wasn’t easy to explain everything over the phone.

“Oh, how’s your cold? Are you feeling better?” Patrick asked with concern.

Jane felt warmth in her heart, “Much better.”

“Stay home and wait for me,” Patrick’s voice softened.

The tone… it was like a husband instructing his wife while away on a business trip-intimate and enticing.

Jane blushed, “Okay.”

…

the Huggins family villa.

Freda lay on the bed, her mind filled with Erica’s words and the pictures of Jane with Osborn.

Jane!!

She must turn the tide!

Her current state was entirely due to that wretched woman, Jane!

Since Calvin brought her back home, he directly confined her and warned her not to go out again.

Freda knew that Calvin was afraid she would cause trouble by going to find Jane.

She couldn’t understand why her usually bold and fearless big brother had suddenly become so timid.

Just for the sake of Jane, what was there to fear!

He even locked her up because of it!

During the period of her confinement, Freda’s resentment towards Jane escalated with each passing day.

Especially on the night when Florence and Erica came, showing her the news of Jane seducing Osborn.

Freda’s once clear and beautiful face twisted with anger.

“Jane, you dare to seduce Osborn. I will never let you off!” Freda’s eyes flashed with venom. If she couldn’t have Osborn, no one else could!

This woman, Jane, she would make sure Jane paid dearly!

Determined, Freda pretended to get some fresh air in the yard, deceived the servants, and directly escaped from the Huggins family through the backyard.

Seeing herself easily escape, Freda’s mood improved significantly.

She took out the phone she had secretly brought back and found a familiar name in her contacts:

Adonis Harvey.

He was once her suitor, and whenever she had a performance abroad, this man would come to support her.

It was said that he had connections in the underworld.

However, at that time, Freda was proud and looked down on him, directly rejecting his advances.

Later, Adonis climbed the ranks, and now he had power, known as Adonis.

No one in the underworld dared not to fear him.

Staring at the phone screen, Freda’s eyes revealed an infinite sinister intent.

Jane, this time, you’re doomed!

Taking a deep breath, Freda made up her mind and dialed Adonis’s number.

“Hello, it’s me, Freda,” Freda introduced herself directly.

“Miss Huggins? You actually remember me.” The man on the other side spoke with a cold tone, carrying a hint of killing intent.

“Adonis, help me with something.” Freda held the phone, her eyes gleaming with madness.

“Help? Miss Huggins, it’s easy. As long as it’s your matter, I’ll take care of it for you,” Adonis said, his tone lifting at the end.

“Thank you.” Freda lifted the corners of her lips, a touch of satisfaction flashing in her heart.

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“However, I’d like to meet Miss Huggins first, let’s talk face to face.” Adonis changed the subject, his tone carrying a hint of ill intention.

Freda gritted her teeth, “Fine!”

Following Adonis’s given address, Freda went to a nightclub.

Golden-painted iron doors, neon lights flashing with lustful colors, and on top of the door were four large characters-Red and Black Club.

Men in suits and glamorous ladies with extravagant makeup frequented this place.

Freda frowned; she didn’t really want to step into such a place.

It didn’t suit her status.

But as soon as she thought of the pictures she saw online of Jane and Osborn soaking wet, jealousy burned in her heart.

She sighed and, in the end, stepped inside.

As soon as she entered, a man in a black suit, looking like a bodyguard, came to greet her. “Are you Miss Huggins?”

“I am,” Freda nodded, responding indifferently, somewhat displeased by the blatant appraisal in the man’s eyes.

“Our boss has informed us; he said that when you arrive, we should take you to him. Follow me.” The bodyguard led her to the top-floor private room.

Opening the door, she saw a man sitting on the sofa, his face adorned with a sinister scar, exuding an icy aura.

It was Adonis!