Finley had met them all before, and the impression was quite good.
“I’m not getting into the entertainment industry. Don’t tease me!” Finley refused directly.
In the entertainment industry, having one’s own family was enough. Finley preferred the flower shop.
The manager naturally understood Finley’s thoughts and didn’t push her.
“Boss, we really should explore some new talent. Otherwise, relying solely on our company, they won’t be able to handle such a heavy workload,” one manager suggested.
Jane nodded while looking at Finley, seemingly contemplating something else.
“I better leave. Stop staring at me like that, or I’ll get creeped out!” Finley felt uncomfortable being watched and turned to leave.
“What do you think about Patrick? He should have the potential to be an artist too, right?” Jane had been thinking about this for a while.
Upon hearing these words, the managers all lowered their heads and drank water, not daring to speak.
“Why don’t you find an opportunity to ask Patrick? Maybe he’ll agree,” Jane suggested.
They didn’t dare to ask such a question. If they did, it would only bring them a heap of trouble and make it their fault.
“Boss, please spare us. This is not a joke. The CEO of such a large company doesn’t need to become an artist; his reputation is already higher than that of any artist,” one manager pleaded.
Jane chuckled, looking at them.
The managers knew they wouldn’t gain any benefits from Jane, and she might even scorn their abilities, so they all left one after another.
During this period, Jane hadn’t visited the company even once. After much consideration, she decided to go to Patrick’s company.
She arrived directly from the underground parking lot, without letting anyone see her.
She didn’t want the people from his company to gather around.
The secretary led Jane to the conference room instead of taking her to the office.
“Madam, President is currently discussing a collaboration, so please bear with it for now. You can wait here,” the secretary said.
Jane didn’t mind; anywhere was fine.
Just as the secretary left, within five minutes, Patrick hurriedly ran over.
“Why did you come? Why didn’t you tell me beforehand?” Patrick asked.
Upon hearing this, Jane deliberately shook her head and flicked his nose.
“It’s because you’re too busy with work. You should be satisfied with a patient secretary taking care of you!”
Jane’s words carried a hint of sourness.
“If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be so busy with work!” Patrick helped her into the office.
Just as they sat down, the secretary rushed in again, looking flustered.
“CEO, your mother is downstairs.”
Hearing this, both of their expressions changed. Jane immediately let go of his hand and questioned, “What’s going on? Wasn’t she not coming? Didn’t you inform your grandfather?”
Patrick patiently explained, “I made it clear that she shouldn’t come, but this time it’s probably Mike causing trouble again.”
One must know that Mike was incredibly capable.
Beatrice had been waiting downstairs the whole time, and it wasn’t a long-term solution for Patrick to keep her there. They had to bring her to a small meeting room for now.
Meanwhile, Jane was in a room within the conference room, where she could hear their conversation.
Beatrice, who they hadn’t seen in a long time, appeared somewhat aged.
“What are you here for?” Patrick questioned her as soon as he arrived.
“I’m your mother, why can’t I come? Which rule says that a mother can’t visit her son?” Beatrice remained strong-willed.
“Is Mike accompanying you again?” Patrick didn’t need to guess.
“You and that person are having a good time in the country while I’m left alone abroad without even a living allowance. Do you think I can survive? If it weren’t for Mike, I would probably be dead out there by now.”
The more Beatrice spoke, the more aggrieved she became. Nobody knew how she had been living during this time.
Whenever she stepped out, there were Patrick’s people watching her. They even confiscated her identification documents.
As a mother, being blackmailed by her own son, wouldn’t it be a subject of ridicule if it got out?
“Those are all your own fault!” Patrick’s words were harsh.
“I just wanted to come back and see you and my grandchildren.” Beatrice lowered her posture at this moment.
Jane felt uncomfortable listening from inside and walked out directly.
“And do you have the audacity to mention my children? Don’t you know how my first child disappeared? Are you not aware?”
Beatrice looked at Jane’s pregnant belly and put aside his resentment and grievances, approaching.
“Let go of me.”
Jane pushed her away, while Patrick stood in front of her, preventing anyone from harming her.
“I came here today to tell you that I have returned, and I will take good care of your babies. I was wrong in what I did before. Please forgive me.” Beatrice’s attitude was sincere, and if outsiders heard it, they would probably be moved.
Unfortunately, this act no longer worked with Jane.
“You don’t need to put on such a fake appearance. We know all about your scheming. Just say it directly, what is your purpose?”
Jane was not interested in playing these games with her. She knew it was all just an act.
“I want you to arrange a new residence for me, and I want to accompany you to any events!” Beatrice shamelessly made such an unreasonable request.
“That’s impossible.”
Patrick directly refused.
“You better stay abroad. Maybe I will still give you some dignity. If you don’t want others to know about the things you’ve done, then hurry back abroad.” Patrick called his secretary and booked a plane ticket for Beatrice.
At this moment, Mike also arrived.
Jane chuckled lightly. Indeed, it was all prepared in advance; otherwise, Beatrice wouldn’t openly confront her in the company.
Patrick also understood now that he was being forced into a corner.
“I’m the one who sent her back to the country. I’m getting older and need someone to take care of me.”
Mike’s words sounded convincing even to outsiders.
Jane sneered, “Sort out your own family matters. Just give me an answer later.”
She really didn’t want to get involved in the family disputes.
An old woman who didn’t know how to draw a line with her own son but instead made things difficult for him at every turn.
Jane couldn’t understand how absurd this family was.
…
Patrick didn’t come back all night.
Jane also didn’t sleep a wink, sitting alone on the balcony, gazing at the starry sky, lost in thought.
The next morning, Patrick returned home with a tired body, glanced at Jane, and went straight to take a shower. The two of them didn’t interact at all.
Jane remained silent and went to attend her training alone. She had been living and eating at the company for the past few days.