“Okay, okay, I know. It’s not your fault,” Jane said as she looked at the angry and aggrieved boy. She couldn’t help but pat Joseph’s shoulder lightly to comfort him.
“What do we do now?” Joseph believed in Jane completely, especially after realizing that he had been manipulated by someone else. He was so angry that he had thrown all his pursuit and liking for her out of his mind.
Jane thought for a moment and decided to fulfill Florence’s wish since she wanted them to stay together in a hotel room so badly.
She leaned over and whispered something into Joseph’s ear. Although he didn’t look very happy about it, he reluctantly nodded in agreement.
Afterward, Jane and Joseph went to the hotel front desk together to register their IDs. Joseph even held onto Jane’s waist while doing so, making her appear drunk as she leaned against him.
As soon as they got into the elevator, a woman sitting on the corner sofa wearing sunglasses and a hat put down her magazine and left the area.
The woman walked outside of the door before taking off her sunglasses; it was Florence!
She took out her phone excitedly and sent a message to an unknown contact, “Room 302 at Sunset Coast Hotel. Pansy Group CEO’s future wife is staying with an unknown man! Breaking news! Hurry!”
Florence had already contacted a journalist from an online media outlet beforehand; all she needed now was evidence of Jane staying with another man in order to ruin her reputation once again.
If everyone found out that Star Entertainment’s CEO was promiscuous, then nobody would believe or trust Jane anymore; she would become like a mouse running through alleys where everyone shouted abuse at her!
Florence deliberately walked away from the hotel entrance because she didn’t want anyone recognizing or noticing what she was doing there.
Half an hour later, three or five journalists rushed over anxiously when they saw Florence standing nearby. They asked hurriedly, “Miss Doyle! Is what you said true? We came here on our day off just for this story; please don’t deceive us.”
Florence clicked impatiently with annoyance before responding, “Have I ever lied? This is what I saw with my own eyes! If you want your salary raised this month, then hurry up follow me upstairs!”
As soon as the reporters heard this, they all believed what Florence said. The group marched into the elevator and went up to the third floor. Florence took out the room card she had pre-authorized at the front desk and walked quietly to Room 302.
With a click, she opened the door and then pushed it open forcefully. Several reporters rushed in without any regard for privacy or boundaries.
On the bed were indeed a man and a woman, still in an extremely ambiguous position. The woman was Jane, but who was this man?
“Who let you guys in?” A deep voice filled with suppressed anger echoed through the room. The reporters were stunned for a moment before instinctively stopping their cameras.
It was Patrick.
They knew that voice all too well.
Florence had been standing behind them trying to catch glimpses of their photos when she heard Patrick’s angry voice. She froze on spot and pushed past two of them to stand in front of him, staring at him incredulously.
It really was Patrick himself!
How could this be? Didn’t they agree that it would be some French prince staying here?
Florence looked at him blankly with surprise mixed with anger while her hand clenched into fists by her side.
Jane had both hands wrapped around Patrick’s neck, her face flushed with an unnatural hue. Patrick was leaning over Jane, and they were both covered by a blanket, conveniently obscuring certain areas.
With their current position and the obvious cues, it didn’t need to be explicitly stated. Anyone with even a hint of perception could easily deduce what they were doing.
Patrick turned his head towards them, glaring fiercely at each reporter before gritting his teeth and asking, “Have you seen enough?”
After Patrick uttered those words, the expressions of the reporters instantly changed. They became cautious and started feeling annoyed.
A young couple booking a room for intimacy, what kind of sensational news was this? They had completely lost their minds, rushing to capture whatever they were told.
Now, not only did they fail to capture any explosive news, but they might also even lose their jobs.
They didn’t dare to look at Patrick, fearing that they might offend their big financial backer. Jane had buried her face in Patrick’s neck. At this moment, a seemingly experienced entertainment reporter stepped forward, wiping off some imaginary cold sweat from his forehead. He forced a smile and said, “That’s not possible, not possible. Today… Today, someone reported false news about a young idol staying here with his girlfriend. We came here because of that… I’m really sorry, Mr. Pansy, please continue with Miss North. We won’t disturb you any longer.”
With that, he took two steps back, turned around, and quickly waved his hand, urging the reporters in front of him to leave. He whispered, “Let’s go, hurry!”
Damn it! What the hell is going on? Does that Miss from the Doyle family have a mental problem?
The bald journalist who had been in contact with Florence cursed silently in his mind while quickly leaving the corridor. He would rather not take on this kind of job than let Patrick ruin his livelihood!
As for Florence, she had left as soon as she anticipated a change in her plan. Under no circumstances could she let Patrick discover her presence.
After all the reporters had left, Jane lifted her face, displaying a relaxed smile as she let out a sigh of relief.
“Finally, they’re all gone. Acting in this play was so tiring.”
Patrick also smiled, lifting the blanket and sitting up in bed. He was properly dressed, and the journalists, scared of him, had hurriedly left without paying attention to what Jane and Patrick were wearing.
As it turned out, this was the plan Jane and Joseph had discussed. Jane had called Patrick over and had him cooperate with Florence to “act” in this little play. As for Joseph, after going upstairs with Jane for the second time, he had entered the adjacent room and had been waiting, listening to the commotion outside.
So, Patrick had heard every word of the reporters’ apology and their hurried escape.
Jane sat up on the bed, interlacing her fingers and stretching her arms outward, palms facing outwards. She smiled and said, “Alright, since the reporters have all gone, we should bring Joseph back. After all, this is his room.”