“Speaking of which, I’ve been a widow for so many years, all thanks to you!” Beatrice added, “And about the Pansy family’s affairs, do you really think I’m clueless? You have your reasons for adopting Winston.”
At her words, memories of those past events suddenly surfaced in Old Pansy’s mind.
His hand holding the phone trembled slightly. “What do you want?”
“Dad, I don’t want anything,” Beatrice said with increasing delight in her voice as she sensed Old Pansy’s nervousness. “Melissa and I just don’t want to be confined anymore. You ask Patrick to let us out. You also know that being confined for too long makes people irritable. Once tempers flare, people tend to say things they shouldn’t. I might accidentally reveal something to Patrick, and that wouldn’t be good.”
“Are you threatening me?” Old Pansy frowned, his tone cold.
“Dad, why phrase it so harshly? Patrick is my son, and I don’t want him to know these things.” Beatrice’s lips curled into a triumphant smile. “Dad, consider it, but don’t take too long. I don’t have much patience.”
“Fine, I promise you. I’ll have Patrick let you out. I won’t hold you accountable for the poisoning incident.” After a moment of contemplation, Old Pansy spoke with a cold tone, “However, if you say something you shouldn’t or have any crooked ideas again, you should understand my methods!”
“Rest assured, as long as you have Patrick let us out and hold no grudges for the past, I won’t say anything more.” With that, Beatrice hung up the phone.
“Aunt, how did it go? Did Grandpa agree?” Melissa, standing nearby, asked eagerly.
Beatrice spoke with certainty, “Of course, your grandfather has agreed to have Patrick let us out.”
“That’s great!” Melissa’s eyes flashed with boundless excitement. She could finally go out again!
“By the way, Aunt, what did you say to Grandpa about Uncle’s death? Does Cousin know something?” Melissa blinked her eyes, asking.
She overheard Beatrice and Old Pansy’s conversation just now. Although she didn’t hear it very clearly, she could deduce that Old Pansy had some leverage over Beatrice.
Moreover, this leverage seemed to be related to Uncle’s death.
Beatrice’s face turned cold, “It’s just some old things. You don’t need to know.”
“Oh.” Melissa felt a bit disappointed, but then nodded obediently. “Aunt, can we really get out soon?”
“Yes.” Beatrice gave her a definite answer.
Melissa squinted her eyes. She owed today entirely to Jane!
Once she was out, she would never let Jane off!
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Pansy Group.
Jane was diligently working when she received a call from Anthony.
Jane stood up, walked to a secluded area, and answered the phone, “Anthony, do you need me for something?”
“Ada, I have good news for you.” Anthony lowered his voice.
“Oh? Did you find out something about Candice?” Jane’s expression hardened.
“It’s not about that,” Anthony chuckled, “It’s about BPL. I believe you’ll be interested.”
“Alright, stop beating around the bush. Just tell me what’s going on!” Jane tugged at the corner of her mouth.
“Well, the thing is, remember the North Bay project? BPL used some underhanded means to win the bid, right?” Anthony’s tone carried a hint of schadenfreude. “Now, the government’s plans have been officially announced, and Antony is secretly selling off the North Bay land.”
“That is indeed good news.” Jane raised the corners of her lips. “Thanks!”
“Ada, no need to be polite with me. Your matters are my matters.” Anthony laughed.
After hanging up the phone, Jane headed straight to the CEO’s office.
The door to the CEO’s office was slightly ajar, and Morton was in the middle of discussing something with Patrick.
Jane knocked on the door.
“Miss North.” Morton heard the sound and looked up to see Jane. He quickly greeted her respectfully.
“Come in.” Patrick curved his lips, his voice clear.
Jane walked in, and Morton, showing remarkable situational awareness, said, “Mr. President, I’ll leave first.”
“Okay.” Patrick nodded slightly, casually responding.
Morton swiftly exited the CEO’s office and considerately closed the door. He didn’t want to stay here and play the role of a powerful third wheel, only to be looked down upon by the President.
Although there was a publicized falling out between the President and Miss North, Morton knew that it was just an act.
The President and Miss North were actually on good terms!
As Jane approached Patrick’s desk, Patrick suddenly reached out with his long, slender hand, encircling Jane’s slender waist, pulling her forcefully towards him.
Caught off guard, Jane fell onto Patrick’s lap.
“What are you doing?” The posture of the two was ambiguous, and Jane’s face turned red.
Patrick lowered his head and, in a low, deep voice, spoke by Jane’s ear, “Did you come to find me because you missed me?”
What on earth was he talking about!
“I came to you for a reason.” Jane glared at Patrick, struggling to stand up.
Patrick’s handsome face darkened. “What’s the matter?”
“I received information that Antony is secretly selling the North Bay land.” Jane cleared her throat, contemplating her words. “We can go ahead and purchase that land and press the price down to the minimum.”
Patrick raised an eyebrow and casually said, “Great minds think alike.”
“Huh?” A faint joy passed through Jane’s heart. “You mean…”
Patrick held Jane’s hand, rubbing it against his lips. “Just now, Morton and I were discussing this matter. I’ve already instructed him to handle it.”
Since they needed to purchase the land, they couldn’t do it under the Pansy Group’s name. Antony wouldn’t sell the land to them. Thus, Patrick had Morton go to a third-party company to handle the acquisition.
“That’s indeed a coincidence.” Jane smiled.
Her smile was so charming that Patrick couldn’t resist wanting to kiss her.
And that’s exactly what Patrick thought and did. He suddenly lowered his head and kissed the tempting red lips of the woman in front of him.
This time, Jane didn’t refuse him.
She whimpered, her hands encircling his neck, cooperating with his movements.
Encouraged, Patrick’s actions became even gentler.
The atmosphere in the CEO’s office became exceptionally romantic at that moment.
Just then, Patrick’s phone rang at the most inconvenient time.
Jane gently pushed him away. “Your phone is ringing. Answer it quickly.”
Patrick cursed silently. Who would be calling at this hour?
He took out his phone and checked. It was a call from the Pansy family’s old mansion.
Patrick’s heart couldn’t help but skip a beat. Was something wrong for Grandpa to call him now?