Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

If he hadn’t secretly followed Jane to Georgia, then Jane…

Patrick dared not think further.

Patrick glanced at the horse that lay dead, bleeding nearby. His eyes hardened.

“Take me over there,” Jane said softly, leaning against his ear. “Since Mr. Hobbes claimed it was an old horse, it definitely won’t be wrong. Old horses rarely have such spirit, unless… they’ve been given a stimulant.”

“You suspect foul play?” Patrick frowned, sensing that something was off.

It couldn’t be a coincidence that every time something went wrong, it involved Jane’s props.

“Yes,” Jane nodded.

She and Patrick approached the horse. Jane lifted the horse’s eyelids and examined its tongue. Her thoughts became clear.

“It was indeed drugged,” Jane coldly informed Patrick. “My speculation was correct.”

“So, the person who drugged it is…” Patrick pondered.

Jane narrowed her eyes slightly. “Most likely the mastermind behind the attempts on my life multiple times!”

At that moment, Osborn arrived with the owner of the horse.

The owner already knew what had happened and quickly explained, “This isn’t my fault. I was afraid of accidents, so I starved these horses for a few days to keep them from getting too restless. I never thought something like this would happen.”

He looked terrified, fearing being held responsible.

After all, it was Jane, the CEO of Star Entertainment, who almost got injured today. He couldn’t afford such responsibility.

Osborn looked at Jane with concern. “Jane, what do you think?”

“Forget it. I’m unharmed, probably just an accident,” Jane replied, rubbing her temples. “Deal with the horse, and then find a replacement. Let’s continue filming…”

Before she could finish her sentence, a tremendous force around her waist and a somewhat warm sensation interrupted her.

In the next second, before Jane could react, Patrick had lifted her off the ground.

“Patrick, what are you doing?” Jane struggled.

“No more filming!” Patrick looked down at the woman in his arms, his tone domineering.

To the astonishment of everyone, Patrick carried Jane away.

With utmost care, Patrick placed Jane on a chair in the resting tent and handed her a cup of hot water.

“I didn’t expect you to be so strong. Those arrows were unopened, and you actually used one to shoot the horse dead,” Jane said, holding the cup, looking up at Patrick.

Thinking about the moment she almost fell off the horse earlier, Jane still felt a bit frightened.

Patrick snorted, his thin lips slightly lifting. “Let’s stop shooting this scene.”

Jane didn’t respond to his words. She looked around; people were busy working.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

She asked, “You came by car?”

“Yes,” Patrick replied with a cold expression, his thin lips tightly pressed, showing his displeasure.

“Then, let’s talk in your car,” Jane said, standing up.

Patrick took a step forward, carrying Jane to his car.

“Why did you suddenly come?” Jane sat in the passenger seat, leaning against the soft chair behind her, her complexion much rosier.

Patrick’s profound gaze focused on her. He spoke in a deep voice, “I was worried about you.”

It seemed he had guessed she would run into trouble.

Jane sighed lightly. “Actually, you don’t need to worry about me. I also anticipated that something might happen this time.”

Last time, her props were tampered with, but she wasn’t seriously injured. The person behind this was sure to strike again.

So, this horseback riding scene in the hunting ground was the perfect opportunity.

Osborn stood on the side, watching as Patrick held Jane tightly. His eyes were dim.

He had also wanted to save Jane just now, but he was always a step behind.

Patrick was the only one who reacted immediately and used a bow and arrow to save her.

The director and assistant director rushed over, especially Larry, who looked at the somber Patrick and the frightened Jane, expressing some self-blame, “Uh, Mr. Pansy, Miss North, I don’t know why the horses got scared. They are all old horses…”

“Whatever the reason, if something happens, it’s your problem!” Patrick glanced sharply at Larry, his eyes sharp and cold.

Just a moment later, and if he had been a step slower, Jane would have been in trouble!

“I deliberately acted like I knew nothing, just to draw the snake out of its hole,” Jane smiled, explaining.

But unexpectedly, after Patrick heard her words, his expression became even colder.

He stood up, pressing her beneath him. In the ink-black depths of his eyes, a trace of anger flashed. “So, you deliberately took risks?”

“I…” Seeing the worried anger in his eyes, Jane suddenly felt a bit guilty.

“Do you know that the moment I arrived, I saw you about to fall off the horse! I was so worried, genuinely worried that something might happen to you!” Patrick lowered his voice tightly, and no one could understand the fear that blanked his mind at that moment.

He was afraid. Afraid that Jane would be in danger, afraid he might never see her again.

Patrick, in a way Jane had never seen before, pressed her down. Jane pursed her lips. “I assure you, there won’t be a next time…”

“Thinking about another time? Don’t shoot this scene anymore. Don’t shoot any scenes in the future,” Patrick frowned, his tone domineering and firm.

“No!” Jane outright refused. “If I give up filming, I won’t find the person behind the attacks. What I’ve decided won’t change.”

Jane detested the feeling of being controlled. Patrick had no right to interfere.

“But if you continue filming, you’ll only get hurt. You could predict this time; can you predict the next?” Patrick suddenly reached out, his large hand with distinct joints grabbing her arm, his gaze sharp and chilling.

“That’s my business! You have no right to interfere!” Jane said, her arm hurting as Patrick tightened his grip.

Patrick’s already dark face became even darker after hearing her words.

What did this woman mean?

She wanted to distance herself from him?!

“What did you say?” He gritted his teeth, looking at her with intense resentment. “Say it again.”

Jane was about to speak when she saw Patrick directly lower his head and cover her mouth with his sexy thin lips.

“Ugh~” Jane’s voice was all muffled in her throat, unable to say a word.

She could only feel Patrick imprisoning her tightly, rendering her motionless.

Patrick’s rough and domineering kiss came like a storm, almost suffocating Jane.

After an unknown amount of time, when Patrick saw Jane struggling to breathe, he reluctantly released her.

“What are you doing!” Jane, displeased, gave Patrick an annoyed look and wiped her mouth.

This made Patrick’s face darken again. He returned to his driver’s seat, stepped on the gas, and drove away from the set with Jane.

“Let me get out!” Jane tried to open the car door, but it had already been locked by him.

Patrick drove directly back to her apartment.

When the car stopped, Jane opened the door, got out without looking back, and locked herself in her room.

Jane leaned against the door, hearing Patrick’s footsteps at the door, but he didn’t knock.

After a few seconds of pause, Jane heard the footsteps receding, followed by the sound of the door closing.

After a day of turmoil and a falling out with Patrick, Jane felt exhausted and collapsed onto the bed.

Just as she was about to rest, her phone suddenly rang.

Jane took out her phone and saw it was Anthony calling.

“Hello, Anthony?” Jane answered the call.

Anthony’s voice came from the other end of the phone, “Ada, I found the information you asked me to investigate.”