Unexpected Fiancée
Chapter 120: The Issue Lies With Factory No. 1

Chapter 120: The Issue Lies with Factory No. 1The night grew deeper.

Jane was packing her luggage in the room when she heard a bout ofcoughing.

Looking up, she saw Patrick standing in the doorway, dressed in awhite casual robe, lacking the usual cold detachment, and gaining atouch of laziness and a sense of life.

This version of Patrick left Jane momentarily stunned.

Meeting Jane's gaze, Patrick lifted his lips and smiled faintly, "Do I lookgood?"

"Patrick, when did you come over?" Jane regained her composure, abit awkwardly clearing her throat.

Patrick straightened his tall figure, stepping toward Jane. "Is everythingpacked?"

"Yeah," Jane nodded.

There wasn't much to pack, just a few daily necessities.

"Get up early tomorrow," Patrick said.

"Okay."

Just then, Patrick's phone rang.

He took out his phone and looked at it; it was a call from Jones, theperson in charge of the French branch factory.

Patrick answered the call, "Jones, what's the matter?"

"Mr. Pansy, we've traced the batch of problematic jewelry, and it allcame from Factory No. 1," Jones's voice came through the line.Patrick's face turned stern, "So, the issue is with Factory No. 1?"Jones nodded, "Yes, I've instructed people to investigate every aspectof Factory No. 1. We should have results by tomorrow."

"Good," Patrick said in a deep voice.

After hanging up the phone, Jane asked, "Did the French side replace anyclues?"

"Yes," Patrick narrowed his eyes, his voice chilly, “It seems the problemoriginated from Factory No. 1."

"Now that the scope has narrowed down to Factory No. 1, it should beeasier to investigate," Jane pondered.

"Not necessarily,” Patrick's gaze deepened. "Anyone capable oftampering with Pansy Group wouldn't be an ordinary person.”

“You're right," Jane agreed with a nod.

Indeed, recent events were somewhat mysterious, as if an invisibleforce was manipulating everything.

Moreover, with the enemy known and unknown, the situation wasunfavorable for Pansy Group.

"Anyway, let's discuss it after we arrive in France tomorrow,” Patricksaid. Seeing Jane frowning, he reached out and patted her shoulder,his gaze gentle. "Get some rest."

"Goodnight!" Jane smiled, lifting her lips.

A night of restless turning.

The next morning, Jane got up, hurriedly freshened up, and as shewalked down the stairs, she heard the doorbell ring.

Who would come so early?

Patrick opened the door, revealing Beatrice and Melissa standingoutside.

"Mom, why are you here?" Patrick frowned.

"What, not welcoming?" Beatrice, in an orange gipao, well-preservedand with cold eyes, spoke up.

Without waiting for Patrick to respond, Beatrice walked straight to thesofa in the living room, and Melissa followed.

"Patrick, are you ignoring the joint letter from the board of directors?"Beatrice, dissatisfied, looked at Patrick.

A joint letter?

Jane, just descending the stairs, overheard Beatrice's displeasure. Shecouldn't help but feel curious.

Patrick remained indifferent. "I'm already handling this matter.”"Handling? How are you handling it? We asked you to fire Jane, whywon't you do it?" Beatrice's tone rose a few notches. "Are you happy tosee Pansy Group fall apart?"

Jane tugged at the corner of her mouth, realizing that this so-calledjoint letter was about firing her. Truly bizarre.

Patrick's expression turned cold. He looked down at his wrist. “This hasnothing to do with Jane. I'm leaving for France soon. If you havenothing else, Mom, please go back."

Faced with rejection once again, Beatrice's face turned somewhatunpleasant. She raised her eyes to see Jane coming down withluggage. Immediately, she asked in a cold tone, "Is she going to Francewith you?"

"Yes," Jane walked to Patrick's side, dropped her luggage, and reachedout, linking her arm with Patrick's. “I'm going with Patrick. Is that aproblem?"

Seeing this glaring scene, Melissa bit her lip and said, "Cousin, I'mgoing with you."

"Don't be absurd!" Patrick rejected without hesitation.

"Patrick, I'm not being absurd,” Melissa urgently said. "I also want tocontribute to Pansy Group."

Beatrice agreed, "Melissa is right. Let her go; she can be of help."Help?

More likely to be a bull in a china shop!

Thinking of the night Patrick got drunk and what Melissa did to him,Jane sarcastically curled her lips and smiled. "I'm afraid she'll be moreof a hindrance. What can Melissa do if she goes?"

"What do you mean, Jane!" Melissa's face stiffened. She was about tosay something, but Patrick's icy voice interrupted.

"Enough, stop the nonsense." Patrick, a bit impatient, pushed Melissaaway. "Melissa, you just need to focus on your studies. You don't needto worry about Pansy Group."

Melissa, full of unwillingness, took a deep breath and retorted, "Whycan Jane go, but I can't?"

"Jane is going at Grandpa's request. If you want to know why you can'tgo, ask Grandpa," Patrick didn't want to continue the argument andbrought up Old Pansy.

Melissa bit her lip, looking at Beatrice, her face filled with grievances."Aunt, but..."

Beatrice suddenly stood up, angrily looking at Patrick. "Fine, since thisis Grandpa's decision, I won't say more. But remember this, if PansyGroup continues to suffer because of Jane, I won't let her off!"

"Alright, Mom, please take Melissa back quickly." Patrick,expressionless, issued an eviction order.

Beatrice, with an air of fury, left with Melissa.

Melissa added fuel to the fire, "Aunt, look, cousin doesn't respect you atall now. He wasn't like this before. It's all because of that Jane! I don'tknow what kind of drug that country bumpkin gave cousin, making himso confused. If cousin really marries her in the future, what position willwe have in the Pansy family?"

Beatrice, covering her chest, snorted coldly. "Melissa, rest assured, Iwill never let Patrick marry that woman!"

Watching Beatrice and Melissa leave angrily, Jane felt somewhatuncomfortable.

In this past month, she had worked hard for Pansy Group, yet Beatricewas collaborating with the board of directors to fire her.

Quite absurd.

Her gaze turned cold as she looked at Patrick. She calmly said, "Don'tworry, I'll leave in two months. By then, your mom won't trouble youanymore."