Suddenly, Jane sensed something and moved closer to Tristian. The scent she had smelled earlier was stronger around him.
“You being this close to me suddenly makes me shy,” Tristian said calmly. His pale skin revealed his thin veins.
Jane grabbed Tristian’s neck, feeling that he was colder than most people and reminding her of a python.
“Amber!” Jane shouted. Several people waiting outside the door rushed in upon seeing her actions, becoming alert.
“Take him away and check his mouth for drugs,” Jane ordered.
Standing up straight, she walked over to Patrick and asked if they had found out who he was yet.
Patrick nodded slightly before saying softly, “He is the illegitimate son of the Duncan family who ran away three years ago after doing something.”
As expected, Jane blinked but still couldn’t figure out what Tristian’s true intentions were. If he only wanted to work with them to bring down the Duncan family, why go through all this trouble?
After finding out about Tristian’s identity unexpectedly even for Patrick himself, it surprised him how different his behavior was compared to yesterday. He didn’t want anything complicated but ended up being manipulated by someone else instead.
Thinking about it now made Patrick feel cold inside; this illegitimate son of the Duncan family seemed quite interesting indeed.
Tristian had been taken away already while Amber checked on Jane as well just in case she had been affected by any drugs too. After a while though Amber reported that there were traces of drugs found in Tristian’s mouth which also appeared in Patrick’s blood test results.
It became clear that there was a connection between Patrick’s strange behavior and these drugs.
Therefore, Jane naturally assumed that she was also affected by this strange drug, and Amber indicated that she would analyze it as soon as possible.
However, what no one expected was that Jane’s blood test report showed no traces of the drug in her body; she was not affected by the substance.
Jane, puzzled by this result, turned to look at Patrick. Could it be that this drug only affected males?
“It’s not that simple,” Patrick said in a deep voice, embracing Jane. “You can see that Tristian is not an ordinary person.”
Looking at Patrick’s expression, Jane turned her eyes and suddenly leaned into his face, asking mysteriously, “Honestly, do you know something?”
“Want to know?” Patrick raised an eyebrow.
Biting her lip, Jane snuggled into Patrick’s embrace, placing her hands around his neck. “Tell me quickly.”
“You’re both smart and beautiful; maybe you can guess,” Patrick’s tone, though calm, uttered words he wouldn’t usually say.
Listening to him, Jane turned her head and suddenly burst into laughter in Patrick’s ear.
Patrick, unfazed, just watched Jane laughing in his arms.
When Jane finished laughing and looked up at Patrick, her eyes were red. “Mr. Pansy, can I interpret your words just now as jealousy?”
Although he didn’t say anything, Patrick seemed to tacitly acknowledge the question.
“Can’t you handle others praising me? You’re such a jealous guy,” Jane pouted, looking like she had been wronged.
“I am indeed jealous,” Patrick said frankly. “I get angry when others praise you or even look at you.”
Patrick knew he had a strong possessiveness, especially when it came to Jane.
“Then you should praise me more. This way, when others compliment me, I’ll be indifferent,” Jane said, puffing her cheeks and looking somewhat cute.
“That depends on your performance,” Patrick’s gaze shifted slightly downward, his tone carrying a hint of ambiguity.
Seeing this, Jane couldn’t help but twist his waist.
Patrick stopped at this point. He raised his palm, where the previous wound had not fully healed.
Seeing Patrick’s actions, Jane seemed to suddenly realize something. “Are you saying…”
“That the drug didn’t enter the body through a special smell but likely through the wound,” Patrick speculated. Although it was just his guess, it made sense. After all, there were more people present at the time than just him, and it wouldn’t make sense for only his blood to detect the substance.
Jane bit her lip in silence, contemplating other thoughts.
At that moment, a message came from Amber. Patrick and Jane thought it was about the drug analysis, but it turned out to be something else.
“Who is it?” Hearing that someone wanted to meet him, Patrick was somewhat surprised.
“He refuses to say, just mentioned that you’ll know after meeting him,” Amber said, feeling a bit frustrated. In this day and age, dealing with these mysterious things was really annoying.
Patrick acknowledged that he understood.
“Again?” Jane, being close to Patrick, overheard Amber’s voice on the phone. Her expression became somewhat peculiar.
Patrick pursed his lips, stood up, and seemed determined to meet this person.
Seeing this, Jane quickly caught up. “I’ll go with you. In case you accidentally get poisoned or drugged again, I don’t want to suffer the consequences.”
With a hint of guilt in his eyes, Patrick kissed Jane’s eye corner. He was about to say something, but Jane interrupted him.
“Hurry up.”
The meeting place was a private room in a café. Patrick looked at the two black-clad figures standing at the door and immediately had some thoughts.
The guards at the door showed no reaction upon seeing Patrick. They simply glanced at Jane and allowed them to enter.
Inside the room, there was only one person wearing a large coat, covering the face completely. Upon sensing someone coming in, the person put down the coffee cup just picked up.
Patrick sat down, waiting for the person in front of him to speak. Jane, on the side, also scrutinized the person, but the figure was wrapped tightly, making it impossible to identify.
After a moment of silence in the room, the black-clad person couldn’t help it and slowly spoke, “Patrick, I have only one thing to find you for.”
His voice was hoarse, sounding not very young.
“That’s not a pleading attitude.” Patrick snorted coldly, slowly uttering a word, “Fernando.”
Hearing this, not only the black-clad person but even Jane was somewhat surprised.
Was the person in front of them really that wanted criminal?
Perhaps being directly identified, Fernando didn’t want to pretend anymore. He directly took off his hat and the mask hooked under his chin, revealing the face of a middle-aged man.
Exactly the same as the information Jane saw earlier.