Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

“No, it’s not like that!” Erica’s eyes darted around as she defended herself, “I don’t know when my dress got torn, and since we had a dispute just now, I naturally assumed you were the one who did it. I didn’t intentionally frame you or anything.”

She couldn’t lose!

There was no way she would apologize to that jerk Jane. How could she?

“Is that so?” Jane smiled faintly, stood up, and walked directly to Erica.

“Of course. What evidence do you have that I tore it myself?” Erica was getting frustrated.

Jane pointed to the hole in Erica’s dress, saying calmly, “Clearly, this tear in your dress was caused by someone forcefully pulling it. From the moment I left to the time you and Florence caught up with me, it was only a few minutes. In such a short time, who else could it be but you?”

Erica’s body suddenly stiffened. “You’re just making baseless guesses; don’t wrong me!”

“Jane didn’t wrong you; indeed, you tore it yourself,” Patrick, who had been silent and stern-faced, suddenly spoke up.

“Mr. Pansy?” Erica shuddered under Patrick’s cold gaze.

She didn’t dare question why Patrick suddenly said this. She just bit her lip tightly and said, “I didn’t.”

“Patrick, what do you mean? Why are you still siding with Jane at this point? Do you still like her?” Florence, growing impatient, asked.

Originally, she and Erica planned to embarrass Jane, but now Jane effortlessly turned the tables. It was embarrassing enough. If Erica actually kneeled and begged Jane for mercy, it would be like slapping Florence in the face!

With a deeply unpleasant expression, Florence glared fiercely at Jane.

If looks could kill, Jane would have been in pieces long ago.

Patrick, however, just lightly curved his lips. “I won’t favor anyone, just stating the facts.”

With these words, Patrick took out his phone, took a step toward Jane, ignoring Queena’s tight grip on his arm.

“Patrick…” Queena held Patrick’s arm tightly, a hint of resentment flashing in her barely visible eyes.

Was Patrick really going to speak up for Jane?

Even though everyone knew Patrick had already broken off his engagement with Jane and was now in love with Queena!

But now, in front of everyone, Patrick, without hesitation, was about to defend Jane. Where could she hide her face!

Patrick frowned, calmly pulling his arm away. He went directly to Jane, opened his phone, and manipulated something on the computer.

Several photos appeared on the computer screen.

“See for yourselves.” Patrick stood up, his voice icy.

Jane looked at the computer screen with some surprise.

In the photos, Erica was clearly captured standing in a corner near the entrance of the HN Boutique. Under Florence’s cover, she was forcefully pulling the shoulder area of her dress.

How did Patrick get hold of these photos?

Jane’s heart was slightly moved as she raised her eyes to glance at the man in front of her.

Patrick raised an eyebrow, and his deep eyes seemed to be smiling as he looked at her.

Their eyes met, and Jane shifted her gaze away.

She didn’t know why Patrick suddenly appeared to help her.

But at this moment, she saw Queena’s hostile gaze.

Jane’s heart couldn’t help but sink a little.

While Erica exclaimed in disbelief, “How could this happen?”

Her eyes were filled with incredulity. How could someone have captured that moment?

And worse, it fell into Patrick’s hands, revealed to everyone.

This was disastrous; everything was ruined!

“Erica, do you have anything else to say?” Jane’s sharp gaze pierced Erica as she spoke each word, “Kneel down and apologize quickly!”

Erica gritted her teeth tightly, her delicate face contorting. Her eyes turned bloodshot. “Jane, I will never kneel down and apologize to you!”

Even if she was defeated now, she wouldn’t kneel to Jane, let alone apologize. Jane wasn’t worthy!

“What? Words don’t matter?” Jane sneered, taking steps towards Erica.

Jane’s formidable aura forced Erica to step back, panic written across her face. “Jane, what do you want?”

“Of course, to make you fulfill your promise and kneel down to apologize to me!” With that, Jane’s eyes turned cold. She delivered a swift kick toward Erica’s knee.

Unprepared, Erica’s knee buckled, and she dropped to the ground.

Jane reached out, grabbing Erica’s hair, sternly commanding, “Still not apologizing?!”

Erica felt an intense pain on her scalp. Jane seemed to be ripping her scalp off.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

People around pointed and scoffed, displaying various expressions of disdain.

“Apologize or not?!” Jane applied more force.

In pain, Erica couldn’t hold back her tears. She looked at Florence for help, only to receive a disgusted glare.

In that moment of complete breakdown, she cried out, “I’m sorry…”

“Should’ve apologized earlier,” Jane coldly smiled, released Erica, and spoke in an icy tone, “I warn you, if you dare to falsely accuse me again, kneeling down won’t be the easy way out!”

Today, both Erica and Florence needed a lesson!

Jane was not one to be trifled with.

Erica slumped on the ground, unable to get up for a while. She crawled towards Florence, seeking help, “Florence, please help me up…”

Florence, however, kicked her and said disdainfully, “Useless!”

Jane crossed her arms, watching this scene with a cold gaze.

Truth be told, she felt a bit sorry for Erica.

She tried so hard to please Florence, only to be used as a pawn. With Erica in this state, she’d likely become a laughingstock soon.

Queena, observing Erica’s miserable state, suddenly reached out to help her up. Then, pretending to be afraid, she hid behind Patrick.

“Jane is so violent…” Queena said.

Jane looked expressionless at Queena. Was this white lotus flower acting weak again, trying to smear her in front of Patrick?

While she pondered, she noticed Freda walking towards the exit from the corner of her eye.

“Stop! Freda!” Jane raised her voice and walked a few steps toward Freda.

Freda halted. “What’s up?”

Jane smirked, “If I remember correctly, you accused me of damaging Erica’s clothes just now. The evidence shows you were lying. Do you owe me an apology?”