Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

“Of course not!” Jane pushed Patrick away, a firmness in her voice. “Patrick, I’ve already made it clear that I’m not Candy, and I refuse to be thought of as her replacement!”

Patrick, frustrated but aware of her strong feelings on the matter, decided not to push further. “Let’s go back,” he said, his expression giving nothing away.

Meanwhile, in a private room at Allure Bar, Bruce enjoyed some discreet downtime with his friends. Annie, however, had followed him without his knowledge.

“Bruce,” she addressed him, walking in without waiting for an invitation.

Bruce, unamused, inquired, “What are you doing here?”

“Why are you avoiding me, Bruce?” Annie questioned, her tone laced with hurt. “You don’t answer my calls, and when I go to the hotel to look for you, you’re never there.”

“We broke up,” Bruce responded coldly.

Annie, desperate and unwilling to accept the end of their relationship, leaned closer to him, pleading, “Bruce, are you so heartless? Have you forgotten the happy memories we made? You said you’d love me forever. You can’t be that cruel.”

Bruce, pushed to his limit, finally snapped, “Annie, this is the last time I’m going to remind you that we broke up!”

Annie, still refusing to accept their separation, continued to press, “But why, Bruce? Why are you being so cruel to me?”

Bruce was clear in his response, “Annie, I don’t want to see you again.”

Defeated and heartbroken, Annie resorted to one final plea, “Give us another chance. Please… I still love you. We can go back to how things were before…”Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Bruce, growing more frustrated by the moment, declared, “Enough! Stop following me!”

Annie reached for his arm, trying to hold on to the remnants of their relationship, but Bruce, his patience entirely spent, broke free and left without looking back. Annie fell to the floor in despair.

In the same bar, Florence and Erica had just entered and noticed the scene unfolding with Annie.

“Isn’t that Annie?” Florence remarked.

Erica confirmed it with a nod, “Yes, why is she on the floor?”

“Hopefully she’s dying of embarrassment,” Florence commented coldly.

Erica, meanwhile, played along and probed, “Florence, do you mean…?”

“Let’s go and see, shall we?” Florence suggested with a growing smile.

They approached Annie, who was struggling to get up. Florence extended a hand and asked, “Annie, are you all right?”

Annie, embarrassed and vulnerable, accepted Florence’s help and got to her feet. Erica joined in, feigning concern, “What happened to you, Annie? Why are you such a mess?”

Annie, overwhelmed with the heartbreak of her breakup with Bruce, explained, “Bruce broke up with me.”

Florence, already aware of the reason, inquired for dramatic effect, “Why?”

Tears welled up in Annie’s eyes as she thought of Jane, “It’s all because of Jane!”

Erica asked, pretending surprise, “Jane again?”

Annie’s voice trembled as she raged, “Seducing men is her specialty. It’s too easy for her, and I don’t think she takes any man seriously. She’s nothing but a slut. Getting even should be easy. You just need to show Bruce what Jane is really like, and he’ll come back to you.”

Annie clenched her fists, her resentment and jealousy towards Jane evident in her eyes. “You’re right! Jane, you won’t get away with what you’ve done to me!”

As the days passed, the press conference loomed on the horizon. Jane made sure that everything was ready for the event.

When the day finally arrived, Jane prepared early in the morning to ensure she wouldn’t be rushed. She went downstairs to the living room, where she found Patrick waiting, looking exceptionally dashing in his suit and perfectly coiffed hair. “Good morning,” he greeted her.

They had breakfast together before heading out in Patrick’s car. Jane, curious about their destination, inquired, “Aren’t we going to the company?”

“No,” Patrick replied cryptically.

Jane probed further, “Well, then, where are we going?”

Patrick simply glanced at her and said, “You’ll know when we get there.”

After a ten-minute drive, they arrived at a high-end salon with a golden sign that read “ANA Studio.” It was known for its elite clientele and comprehensive services, offering everything from clothing selection to hair and makeup by top stylists.

Patrick had arranged for Jane to have a makeover, emphasizing the importance of her appearance for the upcoming press conference. Jane realized that Patrick was more concerned about the event than he let on.

Jane went into the salon and emerged transformed, wearing a stunning red dress that accentuated her figure and long hair that fell gracefully over her shoulders. Patrick couldn’t help but be entranced by her beauty. “Do you like it?” she asked him with a hint of self-consciousness.

“You’re so beautiful,” Patrick replied, momentarily captivated by her charm.

The time of the press conference neared. Jane meticulously reviewed the preparations. The room was set up, the journalists were eager, and the guest list included prominent figures from the industry, as well as VIPs. At precisely two o’clock, Jane walked on stage, ready to present the Ice and Fire collection to the world.