Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

Morton had lunch plans with friends, and as he passed through the business street, he noticed a crowd gathering at the entrance of HN Boutique.

Curiosity piqued, Morton approached and realized that Jane was being confronted by Florence and Erica.

Morton couldn’t believe Jane would intentionally damage Erica’s clothes. He considered stepping forward to intervene but thought better of it. Saving the day was a job for their CEO.

Despite the gossip about the CEO dumping Jane for Queena, Morton, based on his understanding of their CEO, believed Jane held a special place in his heart.

As for Queena…

That might be more out of responsibility.

With this in mind, Morton pulled out his phone and dialed Patrick’s number.

Patrick had risen early, intending to work late at the office. However, on the way, he found himself irresistibly driving towards the direction of the Eastern Garden.

He lingered silently beneath Jane’s apartment building for a long time before finally ascending the stairs.

Yet, after pressing the doorbell repeatedly, no one answered.

Jane wasn’t home.

Calling her resulted in a switched-off phone.

Feeling somewhat frustrated, Patrick turned his car around, heading towards Pansy Group.

As he arrived at the CEO’s office, he received a call from Morton.

“Morton, what’s up?” Patrick answered the call with a serious tone.

Morton spoke from the other end, “I passed by the business street and saw Miss North.”

“Jane?” Patrick questioned.

What was Jane doing on the business street?

Morton nodded, “Yes, it seems like she’s in trouble.”

“I don’t know… but it seems like big trouble,” Morton teased. “CEO, why don’t you come and take a look yourself?”

“Where?” Patrick inquired urgently.

Morton glanced at the entrance of HN Boutique and replied, “Right at the entrance of HN Boutique.”

“Okay, I’ll be right there,” Patrick said, his tone filled with urgency.

Just as he hung up, Patrick was about to head to the business street when he saw Queena approaching with a thermos.

“Patrick, I made breakfast for you. Try it,” Queena walked up to Patrick, speaking gently.

Knowing Patrick was a workaholic and often worked weekends, she had prepared breakfast, hoping to gain some favor.

However, Patrick didn’t spare her a glance, simply saying, “Candy, I have something to attend to.”

“Patrick, where are you going? I’ll go with you!” Queena hurriedly followed.

Earlier, she faintly heard Patrick on the phone, and it seemed related to Jane.

Seeing how concerned Patrick was about Jane, a hint of jealousy flashed in Queena’s eyes.

Jane, again!

“Candy, you go back first,” Patrick said impatiently.

Morton’s unclear words on the phone had him eager to get to the business street quickly and find out what trouble Jane was facing.

“Patrick, just let me come with you…” Queena tightly held onto Patrick, following him directly to his car.

When Patrick and Queena arrived at the business street, they witnessed Jane being confronted by Florence and Erica.

“How about it, Jane? As long as you kneel down and apologize to me, I won’t pursue the matter of you ruining my clothes,” Erica arrogantly declared.

Seeing Erica’s provocative expression, Jane gave her a cool glance and asked, “If the facts prove that I didn’t ruin your clothes, but you intentionally framed me, should you kneel down and apologize to me too?”

Erica hesitated for a moment, but before she could speak, Florence jumped in, “Of course, no problem, Erica. What are you afraid of?”

“Erica, are you agreeing to this?” Jane, arms crossed, asked coldly, looking straight at Erica.

With gritted teeth, Erica said, “Fine!”

She had done everything possible to ensure there were no flaws. When the time came, Jane would undoubtedly be unable to defend herself, and Erica would make her kneel and beg for mercy.

Jane followed behind Erica and Florence as they returned to the boutique, reporters trailing with their cameras.

Florence instructed a waiter, “Get your manager here.”

Observing Florence’s demeanor, the waiter didn’t dare to delay and promptly called the manager.

Ten minutes later, the manager hurriedly arrived, asking respectfully, “Miss Doyle, how may I assist you?”

After all, Florence was the Doyle family’s young lady and a VIP customer. Moreover, she had just bought a lot from their store.

“It’s like this,” Florence, somewhat arrogant, began, “While shopping at your store with my friend, she was maliciously attacked, and her clothes were ruined. I hope you can explain.”

“Such a thing happened?” The manager looked at the waiter with an inquiring gaze.

The waiter lowered his head, biting his lip. “I was busy attending to other customers and didn’t notice.”

Florence pointed at the tear in Erica’s clothes, sneering, “See? This was damaged by Jane.”

“Don’t need to say so much; just check the surveillance footage,” Jane said, not wanting to waste words.

The manager called the head of security, saying, “Retrieve the surveillance footage.”

Soon, the head of security returned from the control room with an apologetic tone, “I’m sorry, manager, the surveillance didn’t capture it.”

Not captured?

Hearing this, Jane couldn’t help but feel a momentary shock. She looked closely at the camera positioned at the entrance; it appeared to be functioning correctly.

The camera’s location should have clearly recorded the scene where Erica blocked her path, and she lightly pushed Erica.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

Why wasn’t it captured?

Erica’s mouth curled into a smug smile. She approached Jane, cleared her throat, and said, “Jane, although the surveillance didn’t capture it, Florence and I saw you ruin my clothes. Also, my clothes are evidence with your fingerprints on them. I advise you not to struggle in vain; kneel down and apologize quickly!”

Jane coldly glanced at Erica, “Since the surveillance didn’t capture anything, it can’t prove that I ruined your clothes.”

“I can prove it,” a sudden, distinct voice interrupted.