The Doyle family mansion.
Florence lay weakly on the sofa, looking at the overwhelming news online about her night of revelry with the cowboy in the lounge.
Peter couldn’t suppress the situation.
“Look at what you’ve done. You’ve tarnished the reputation of the Doyle family!” Peter expressed deep disappointment, his frustration evident.
“Brother, I didn’t want things to turn out this way!” Florence looked helpless, “I had everything planned out, but who knew Patrick would…”
Before Florence could finish her sentence, Peter interrupted, “You dare to say that? You, the esteemed Miss Doyle, resorting to such low tactics. If Grandpa finds out, he’ll be furious.”
“What can I do?” Florence’s eyes reddened, “I truly love Patrick. You, brother, have never been in love, so you don’t understand my feelings.”
Peter: …
“This is all because of that bitch Jane!” Just thinking about that night when Patrick, drugged, kept calling Jane’s name, fueled Florence’s anger.
If it weren’t for Jane shamelessly seducing Patrick, he would have belonged to her long ago!
“Florence, why must it be Patrick?” Peter sat next to Florence, earnestly trying to advise, “There are many good men in this world…”
“But I only love Patrick!” Florence interrupted Peter, grabbing his arm, “Brother, can you help me, please?”
“I can’t help.” Peter sighed.
He could provide everything for Florence, except when it came to matters of the heart; he was powerless.
“Florence, take a good rest.” Peter sighed again, helpless.
He felt this matter wasn’t so simple.
At that time, Florence and the cowboy in the lounge, the reporters took pictures of them in the act. However, he warned those reporters. With the Doyle family’s power, there shouldn’t be reporters daring to write irresponsibly again.
But now, the internet was flooded with Florence’s scandal, even rising to the top of the trending searches.
If it weren’t for the sudden earthquake in Y City, the buzz would have likely continued longer.
Someone must be behind this, adding fuel to the fire.
Who could it be?
Could it be Patrick?
Angry that Florence drugged him, did Patrick expose Florence to ruin her reputation?
For the sake of the Doyle family’s honor and his sister, Peter decided to talk to Patrick.
Peter went directly to the Pansy Group.
The receptionist recognized Peter and let him in.
Peter headed straight to the top-floor CEO office.
He knocked on the door.
“Come in!” Patrick’s clear voice came from inside.
Peter entered, finding Patrick staring at the computer screen, dealing with disaster relief arrangements for Y City.
Since Jane didn’t allow him to go, he had to think of another way.
Hearing the sound, Patrick looked up, surprised to see the visitor. “It’s you?”
“Mr. Pansy, do you have a moment to talk?” Peter walked straight to Patrick.
“What’s the matter?” Patrick frowned slightly.
Peter got straight to the point. “I apologize on behalf of Florence for her actions.”
“I don’t want to bring up this matter again. Please, take care of her, and I hope there won’t be a next time!” Patrick said coldly.
Florence had already paid the price for her actions.
“As Florence’s older brother, I am sorry. I spoiled her. However, Mr. Pansy, you almost destroyed Florence’s innocence. Now, there are so many rumors about Florence online, and it has a significant impact on her,” Peter sighed.
Patrick furrowed his brows, “Do you think I arranged those things online?”
“Not you?” Peter was taken aback.
Patrick’s lips curved into a cold smile, “No.”
He only had Morton find a cowboy for Florence, and he didn’t intervene in what happened afterward.
“Who could it be?” Peter furrowed his brow.
He knew Patrick’s personality, and once he decided something, he stuck to it.
If Patrick said it wasn’t him, then it definitely wasn’t.
If that’s the case, someone else must be behind the scenes, adding fuel to the fire.
Who could it be?
The Doyle family’s enemy? Or did Florence offend someone?
For a moment, Peter couldn’t make sense of it.
“I’ve said what I needed to. I have a meeting shortly. Do you have anything else?” Patrick casually gave the dismissal.
Peter looked serious. “I’ll take my leave then.”
Back at the Doyle family, as soon as Peter reached the study, Florence followed, “Brother, did you go to see Patrick? Why didn’t you take me with you? What did he say?”
“Florence, have you offended someone?” Peter asked thoughtfully.
Florence was puzzled, “What do you mean?”
“Patrick said he didn’t instruct anyone to expose what happened that night.” Peter said sternly.
A glimmer of joy flashed in Florence’s heart. “Does that mean he still cares about me, that he has a little liking for me?”
Peter was utterly speechless.
“Florence, wake up! If he even slightly liked you, he wouldn’t have arranged for that cowboy.” Peter abruptly stood up, “What you need to consider now is whether you’ve offended someone and they exposed your actions online!”
“I haven’t!” Florence shook her head, “Who could I offend? At most, someone might be jealous of me.”
“Alright, I’ll have someone look into this matter.” Peter waved his hand, “Florence, go back to your room and rest.”
“I don’t want to rest. I want to see Patrick.” Florence pulled Peter’s arm, “Brother, take me to see him!”
“You’re still not seeing the reality?” Peter impatiently pulled his arm away, saying coldly, “Get out!”
Florence angrily left the study. Since Peter refused to take her to see Patrick, she would go on her own!
Florence called Erica, and the two of them arrived at the entrance of Pansy Group.
“Florence, with all the attention on you right now, should you wait and see? Once this blows over, you can talk to Mr. Pansy,” Erica cautiously suggested.
Florence glared at Erica, “You dare to say that? If you hadn’t called the reporters, how could I be so embarrassed now?”
“Sorry, Florence. I didn’t know Mr. Pansy would suddenly leave and bring another man.” Erica apologized repeatedly.
“Wait for me here!” Florence impatiently said.
She walked straight into Pansy Group but was stopped by the receptionist.
“I’m here to see Patrick,” Florence declared.
The receptionist politely smiled, “I’m sorry, Miss Doyle, but Mr. Pansy just left.”
“Where did he go?” Florence inquired.
The receptionist answered, “It seems he went to the hospital.”
To the hospital?
Could it be to see Candice?