Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

“Miss North, what happened to your face?” The reporters, as if discovering a new continent, stared at Jane’s face, excitedly bombarding her with questions.

In the entertainment industry, artists always prioritize their image. Jane, as the CEO of Star Entertainment, suddenly appearing as if disfigured at the opening ceremony of a new film was undoubtedly major news.

Instantly, everyone’s gaze focused on Jane. Visible to the naked eye, her face and exposed skin were swollen and covered in red rashes, looking alarming.

Amazement and discussions spread among the crowd.

“God, what’s happening? Has Jane’s face been ruined?”

“So frightening, she was like a goddess just a moment ago, and now she looks like a monster.”

“Could she really be disfigured, or is there some sudden illness?”

Osborn also noticed Jane’s distress and asked with concern, “Jane, what’s wrong?”

“Sorry, I’m feeling a bit unwell.” Suppressing the unbearable itchiness, Jane grabbed Osborn’s arm. “Help me down quickly.”

Osborn’s gaze showed a mix of nervousness and concern as he assisted Jane off the stage. “What’s going on? I’ll take you to the hospital.”

Reporters rushed forward, snapping pictures of Jane and bombarding her with questions.

“Miss North, why did your face suddenly change like this?”

“Miss North, was it an accident, or is there something more to the story? Can you share with us?”

“Miss North…”

Watching Jane surrounded by reporters, Freda, sitting in the audience with her hat pulled low, smirked.

Her plan succeeded!

Jane wanted to steal the spotlight at the opening ceremony? Well, Freda made sure everyone saw Jane’s ugly side! She turned Jane’s opening ceremony into a farce!

Now, with Jane looking this ugly, could Osborn still like her?

Freda felt a sense of revenge.

She learned from Florence that Jane was allergic to platinum. Freda even consulted a doctor, learning that severe allergies could be fatal.

So, Freda intentionally had people add a large amount of platinum to the flowers, disguised herself, and came to Star Entertainment’s opening ceremony.

Sure enough, today’s plan unexpectedly went smoothly. Jane’s ruined appearance would soon be all over the internet!

Even if it didn’t cost her life, she’d at least have to endure public humiliation.

Freda smugly lifted the corners of her lips, her cold gaze fixed on Jane, surrounded by reporters.

Jane, tonight is just the beginning!

Jane caused her to lose everything. If it’s just a minor allergy, embarrassing Jane in front of everyone is letting her off too easily!

Next, she would make sure Jane had no place to hide!

Jane, just wait!

Feeling itchy and uncomfortable all over, Jane urgently needed to go back and apply an anti-allergy cream. However, she was surrounded by reporters.

She was about to speak and ask the reporters to step aside when a familiar, cold voice sounded, “Clear the way!”

This voice… Patrick!

Jane lifted her gaze to see Patrick’s tall and slender figure appearing in her line of sight.

His arrogantly handsome face, tense lines, and the cold aura he exuded made the entire auditorium feel like it had dropped to freezing temperatures.

Patrick’s intimidating presence involuntarily cleared a path in the crowd.

With steady steps, Patrick approached.

He stood in front of Jane and, in front of everyone, lifted her horizontally in his arms.

As he looked at the woman in his arms, his eyes, which had been icy just moments ago, softened several degrees, and he asked with concern, “Jane, what happened? Are you okay?”

In Patrick’s familiar embrace, Jane inexplicably felt a sense of comfort.

She pursed her lips. “Allergic reaction.”

Patrick also realized that Jane was having an allergic reaction.

He knew Jane was allergic to platinum. At the Doyle family’s banquet, when Florence falsely accused Jane of stealing her diamond ring, Jane used her allergy to prove her innocence.

But now, how could Jane be allergic again?

“I’ll take you to the hospital,” Patrick said, holding Jane tightly in his arms, heading straight for the main entrance.

Suddenly, Jane remembered something and looked towards the stage; the flowers were still on the ground.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Patrick, have someone check those flowers,” Jane said with some difficulty, leaning against Patrick’s chest.

Flowers?

Patrick was momentarily surprised at her words.

The scene of the two women presenting flowers on stage flashed in his mind.

He quickly understood what Jane meant.

From the afternoon when he brought Jane here until the start of the opening ceremony, Jane, along with Osborn, had been fine on stage.

On stage, Jane hadn’t touched anything except those flowers.

So, the problem likely lay with those flowers.

Patrick’s gaze turned colder. “Jane, rest assured, I’ll have someone investigate what happened.”

“Okay,” Jane nodded.

It was evident that today’s incident was intentional.

Back at the Doyle family’s banquet, she had publicly shown her allergy to platinum.

So, there were quite a few people who knew about her allergy.

Who could it be?

Candice? Florence? Or… someone else?

Jane, feeling extremely itchy all over, her head a bit fuzzy, couldn’t figure out who might have sabotaged her at the moment.

The priority was to go back and rest.

Once her allergy subsided, she could thoroughly investigate the matter.

Patrick carried Jane into his car, looking at her condition. His eyes showed both tenderness and distress. “Jane, hold on. I’ll take you to the hospital.”

“It’s okay. No need for the hospital. I’ll be fine after some rest at home.” Jane rubbed her temples, suppressing the intense itching all over her body.

She didn’t know what had been done to those flowers, but this time, her allergy seemed particularly severe.

Not only was she itching all over, but she also felt feverish now.

No matter, she knew she was allergic to platinum. Just in case, she brought her homemade anti-allergy cream.

She had placed those creams in her suitcase.

So, Jane asked Patrick to go back to Watermoon City.

Hearing Jane’s words, Patrick immediately started the car, driving urgently towards Watermoon City.

Speeding all the way, even running two red lights, Patrick finally arrived in Watermoon City.

“Jane, we’re here.” He stopped the car, glancing at Jane lying somewhat sideways in the passenger seat.

Jane’s face was reddened, and her entire body was swollen, making anyone who saw her feel distressed.

“Jane, Jane, what’s wrong?” Patrick reached out, touching Jane’s forehead.

The scorching temperature transmitted to his palm.