Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

As the evening sky darkened, the sense of unease in Patrick’s heart grew stronger.

Jane wasn’t someone who would disappear without a word. She must have a reason for this sudden disappearance.

What could have happened to her? Did she encounter some danger?

Patrick had an inexplicably strong premonition that something was wrong with Jane.

He quickly dialed Morton’s number. “Help me check Jane’s whereabouts…”

“Yes, Mr. Pansy,” Morton promptly replied.

A few minutes later, Morton called Patrick back. “Mr. Pansy, we checked the surveillance. Miss North’s car… there’s something unusual.”

“Unusual?” Patrick furrowed his brows.

“Yes, she ran several red lights,” Morton answered truthfully.

From the video surveillance, Jane’s car was behaving unusually, running through several red lights and heading towards the outskirts.

The area beyond that was a blind spot, so it was currently unknown where Jane’s car ended up.

“At the fastest speed, gather all the Pansy family’s bodyguards. We must find Jane!” Patrick’s chiseled face tensed, and he issued the command in a deep voice.

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Facing the relentless attacks of the black-clad figures, Jane gritted her teeth and persisted.

These past few days, she wasn’t feeling well due to a cold, and facing a crowd of people like Adonis was overwhelming. Jane was starting to feel overwhelmed.

No, she couldn’t confront them like this.

She needed to find a way to break free as soon as possible.

After a few seconds of contemplation, Jane had an idea.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Capture the ringleader. If she could somehow capture Adonis as a hostage, she could win without a direct confrontation.

However, with so many people surrounding her, she couldn’t get close to Adonis.

She needed to lure Adonis over.

With that in mind, Jane pretended to weaken, letting the steel pipe in her hand slip to the ground. She swayed against the wall, slowly collapsing.

“Boss, this woman can’t go on!” Adonis’s henchman exclaimed excitedly.

Adonis tossed his cigarette butt to the ground, crushing it with his foot, and looked at the pale-faced Jane.

This woman was indeed formidable.

If it weren’t for her offending Freda, he might have admired her.

Adonis was about to approach Jane to check if she was dead when he suddenly saw intense headlights approaching from a distance.

He looked up and saw a dozen black cars driving over, occupying the intersection directly.

Following that, a group of black-clad bodyguards got out of the cars, and their number was several times that of Adonis’s crew!

“Who are these people?” Adonis’s expression changed. At this moment, he had forgotten about Jane.

Jane, lying on the ground pretending to be unconscious, opened her eyes and looked towards the direction of the lights.

The well-trained black-clad bodyguards formed neat rows.

A tall and imposing figure, walking with steady steps, emerged from the crowd, exuding a powerful and intimidating aura that sent shivers down one’s spine.

Patrick?

Jane stared in disbelief at the man walking towards her, a mixture of shock, joy, happiness, and excitement swirling in her heart.

Wasn’t Patrick supposed to be on a business trip to M country?

How could he suddenly appear here?

He’s here, she’s saved!

Jane supported herself against the wall, struggled to stand up, and rubbed her eyes.

It really was Patrick!

The moonlight shone on Patrick, casting a golden glow over him.

He seemed like a god descending from the sky, walking step by step towards Jane.

With strong and forceful hands, he lifted Jane horizontally, and his deep voice sounded in her ears, “Jane, don’t be afraid. I’m here.”

Once again enveloped in his robust embrace, listening to that familiar voice, Jane felt a wave of surrealism.

Just when she thought she was almost done for, Patrick appeared once again, disregarding everything to save her!

Resting in Patrick’s chest, her voice slightly weak, Jane uttered, “Patrick, how did you come… I’m not dreaming, right?”

Seeing the woman in his arms, pale-faced, covered in bruises, and wounds still bleeding, Patrick’s heart ached as if a giant hand had gripped it, making it hard to breathe!

He placed a tender kiss on Jane’s forehead, comforting her, “Silly, how could it be a dream? I’ll take you to the hospital right away.”

Adonis, on the side, stared dumbfounded as Patrick lifted Jane. “Mr. Pansy… Mr. Pansy?”

He never expected that tonight’s events would actually alert Patrick.

Although there were rumors about the unusual relationship between Patrick and Jane, the fact remained that Jane and Patrick had long annulled their engagement.

Moreover, Freda had told him that Patrick didn’t like Jane at all, claiming that Jane persistently clung to Patrick.

She flirted with Osborn while entangling herself with Patrick-a woman who played both sides.

Patrick detested Jane immensely!

But now…

Seeing how concerned Patrick was for Jane, did it seem like he disliked her?

Who was Patrick? He was a figure high above, like a god!

Anyone who offended Patrick knew what fate awaited them, Adonis included.

Adonis regretted deeply; he was truly miserable due to this woman, Freda!

Patrick’s cold and fierce gaze, like sharp knives, pierced Adonis, “Is it acceptable for you to bully a woman who belongs to me, Patrick?”

Under Patrick’s gaze, Adonis, who was usually fearless, found his legs inexplicably weak.

“Mr. Pansy, I didn’t know Miss North was yours…” Adonis stood before Patrick, nervously attempting to smile.

Patrick, as ruthless as the king of hell, delivered a harsh kick to Adonis’s knee.

With gritted teeth and full of anger, he spoke, “If anything happens to Jane, I’ll make your whole family pay!”

Adonis’s legs went weak, and he involuntarily kneeled down, “Mr. Pansy, today’s events were a complete misunderstanding…”

Ignoring him, Patrick carried Jane step by step towards the car.

He glanced expressionlessly at Morton, instructing him in a cold voice, “Do I need to tell you what to do next?”

“Yes, Mr. Pansy!” Morton’s expression stiffened, immediately directing the bodyguards to apprehend Adonis and his men, sending them to the police station.

These people dared to plot against Miss North; they were truly tired of living!

Patrick carefully placed Jane in the car and ordered the driver in a stern voice, “To the hospital!”

“Patrick, thank you…” Jane lay in Patrick’s arms, her body wounds throbbing with pain.

Before she could finish her sentence, her vision suddenly darkened, and she fainted…

Vaguely, she heard Patrick’s nervous and concerned voice, “Jane, Jane, what’s happening to you!”