The 50th-anniversary celebration of the Doyle Group was held in the banquet hall of a hotel under the Doyle Group’s name.
Florence arrived early at the banquet hall, her gaze constantly fixed on the entrance, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the man she had been thinking about.
“Florence, don’t worry, Mr. Pansy will be here soon,” Erica noticed Florence’s nervousness and reassured her.
“Is everything ready?” Florence glanced at Erica.
“Of course, everything is ready, don’t worry,” Erica replied with a smile.
“Mm,” Florence nodded faintly.
Just then, someone called out, “Mr. Pansy, Mr. Pansy is here!”
All eyes immediately turned to the entrance of the banquet hall.
Patrick appeared, dressed in a tailored black suit, tall and imposing, with exquisite features as if carved by a divine hand, exuding a powerful aura, making it hard for anyone to look away.
Florence’s gaze was fixed on the imposing man, and her heart inexplicably skipped a beat.
If tonight’s plan went smoothly, this outstanding man would be Florence’s in the future.
At the thought, Florence couldn’t contain the flutter in her heart.
Patrick walked steadily into the banquet hall, immediately surrounded by several reporters.
“Mr. Pansy, are you attending the banquet alone tonight? Did you not bring a partner?”
“Mr. Pansy, you didn’t bring Miss Jane with you. Does that mean you two have broken up?”
“Are you already with Miss Candice? Can you give us some insight?”
Faced with the reporters’ questions, Patrick’s handsome face turned slightly cold. He lifted his thin lips and calmly said, “I’m sorry, I don’t wish to be interviewed.”
Seeing this, Florence quickly walked over to Patrick. “Patrick, you’re here.”
Patrick, expressionless, glanced at her and nodded faintly.
“My brother is over there, let me take you to him,” Florence said, her eyes showing an unabashed affection as she looked at Patrick.
“I’ll go by myself,” Patrick’s face remained cold.
The banquet began promptly at 7:00. Despite being the 90th-anniversary celebration of the Doyle Group, Patrick remained the center of attention.
Wherever he went, people approached him to flatter and network with him. After all, Pansy Group was the first prominent family in Guavo, and gaining Patrick’s favor was akin to soaring to the sky. Such an honor was something everyone desired.
Amidst the toasts and conversations, Patrick had a few drinks and began to feel a slight headache. He decided to rest in the lounge on the second floor.
Seeing this, Erica quickly sent a text to Florence, “It’s time.”
Florence received the message and her heart skipped a beat. She picked up a nearby glass and downed its contents. Heat began to spread through her body as she made her way to the second-floor lounge.
At the lounge’s entrance, Florence took a deep breath and then pushed the door open. Inside, she found Patrick reclining on the sofa.
He felt dizzy and uncomfortably warm, sensations he couldn’t explain. His tolerance for alcohol wasn’t this low. Someone must have tampered with his drink!
Patrick massaged his temples, his face growing colder.
Before he could stand up to leave, the lounge’s door was pushed open from the outside, and a slender, provocatively dressed woman walked in.
He squinted to see her clearly. “Florence?”
Seeing Patrick’s flushed face and his black suit jacket removed, with a few buttons on his shirt undone, revealing his sturdy chest, Florence’s gaze was fixed on the man on the sofa. What a strong and powerful figure lay beneath those clothes. Just the thought made her pulse quicken.
Florence couldn’t help but swallow hard, her heart beginning to race. She sat down close to Patrick, her eyes filled with tenderness. “Patrick, I feel so hot.”
As she spoke, Florence reached to remove her own clothes, pressing herself against Patrick.
“What are you doing?” Patrick restrained Florence’s hand.
Feeling the searing heat of Patrick’s hand, Florence felt a secret joy. Patrick was indeed affected.
When the drug took effect, he wouldn’t be able to resist.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I feel unbearably hot all over,” Florence pretended, speaking softly near Patrick’s ear.
Florence knew Patrick wasn’t someone easily fooled. If he found out she had drugged him, he wouldn’t let it go easily. So she had already planned to take the same drug herself, creating the image of a victim. Even if Patrick pursued the matter, she would appear as an innocent victim, not someone acting with intent.
With this in mind, Florence found it increasingly difficult to contain herself. The effects of the drug within her were beginning to take hold.
Her hands moved upPatrick’s chest, feeling the intense heat, as she began to unbutton the remaining buttons on Patrick’s shirt.
Feeling the woman’s hands exploring his chest, Patrick was overwhelmed by an inexplicable impulse, one he couldn’t suppress.
Damn it!
“Did you dare drug me?” Patrick fought to contain the heat surging through him, his voice low and intense.
His temples throbbed, his hands clenched into fists.
He hadn’t expected the one who drugged him to be Florence.
The dignified Miss Doyle, using such despicable means!
“I didn’t,” Florence shivered as she saw Patrick’s state.
“I don’t know what’s wrong, I feel intensely hot. Are you feeling the same?” Florence was surprised by Patrick’s self-control. At this point, he was still able to resist.
No, she absolutely couldn’t fail now!
She didn’t believe that under the influence of the drug, any man could resist the allure of tenderness.
Thinking this, Florence pressed herself closer to Patrick.
Her hands hooked around Patrick’s neck, and her red lips moved to kiss his.
The drug’s effects within Patrick intensified, making him increasingly uncomfortable. The woman before him gradually transformed into the seductive image of Jane.
He muttered lowly, “Jane…”
Jane?! Florence was taken aback. At this moment, Patrick was thinking of Jane?
A surge of unexplained anger rose within Florence. She told herself that even if Patrick mistook her for Jane, what did it matter? As long as they had a relationship, she would be the mistress of the Pansy family!