Unexpected Fiancée

Chapter 171: To Announce Or Not To Announce Your Identity

Chapter 171: To Announce or Not to Announce Your Identity

"Alright," Florence readily agreed.

She nodded, instructing the driver with a cold tone, "Follow the car in front."

"Yes, Miss," the driver respectfully responded, trailing Osborn's car from a distance.

Florence and Erica followed Osborn's car all the way to the East City Garden.

They saw Osborn take luggage from the trunk, leading Jane to his apartment in the East City Garden.

Watching Osborn and Jane walking side by side through the apartment gate, Erica's eyes couldn't hide her anger and jealousy. She angrily exclaimed, "Jane has no shame, daring to move into Osborn's house!"

A glint of cunning flashed in Florence's eyes as she turned to Erica, "Osborn is hiding a lover, and that woman turns out to be Jane. Do you think it would be explosive if we tell the media about this?"

"But will this affect Osborn?" Erica expressed her concern.

"What are you afraid of?" Florence stared at Erica, "Do you want to see Jane cling to Osborn?"

"Of course not," Erica said indignantly.

Florence smirked, "That's it. Jane, this shameless woman, just got dumped by Patrick, and now she's immediately hooking up with Osborn. When the media gets wind of this, they will surely add fuel to the fire. Who knows, they might even dig up her connections with other men."

Then everyone would blame Jane.

She would become a pariah. Do you think Osborn would still want her?

As long as they drove her away from Osborn, the opportunity would be yours, wouldn't it?"

Florence's words stirred something in Erica.

She nodded thoughtfully, "Florence, you're right."

Jane followed behind Osborn, entering his apartment.

"Jane, how about here?" Osborn helped Jane with her luggage, gently asking, "Is this place okay for you?"

"Yeah, it's fine. Thank you," Jane glanced around the apartment. It was a one-bedroom unit, not large, but well-equipped. The decoration was chic, fitting her aesthetic.

"If there's anything missing, just let me know, and I'll have it delivered immediately," Osborn said, considerate.

"I don't lack anything now. I'm a bit tired and want to rest," Jane smiled lightly.

Seeing Jane's subtle dismissal, Osborn's gaze darkened, "I won't disturb you then. Rest well. If you need anything, remember to call me."

"Thank you." Facing Osborn's concern, Jane's face remained expressionless.

Osborn turned to leave. As he reached the bedroom door, he suddenly stopped, turning back, "Jane, what are your plans for the future? Do you want to come back to Star Entertainment and announce your identity?"

Currently, various rumors attacking Jane were circulating online, filled with harsh words.

If Jane revealed her identity, the rumors would naturally be dispelled.

Jane furrowed her brows slightly and shook her head, "No need."

"Why? Aren't you concerned about those rumors and gossip online?" Osborn asked with some confusion.

Jane raised the corners of her lips, smiling serenely, "As you said, they're just rumors. Why should I care?"

After a pause, Jane added, "Besides, my current focus is on how to cure Old Pansy's illness. As for the rest, I simply don't want to bother."

Osborn nodded thoughtfully, his voice deep. "Alright then, rest well."

He cast a profound gaze at Jane and then turned to leave.

After Osborn departed, Jane took out her laptop from the suitcase and swiftly opened it.

With skilled keystrokes, she successfully infiltrated the hospital's security system.

A few minutes later, Jane had gathered all the information about Old Pansy's condition.

According to the records, Old Pansy's surgery was, in fact, successful. However, for some unknown reason, he hadn't woken up.

Jane rubbed her forehead, staring at the computer screen lost in thought.

Since Western medicine had shown no effect, she considered trying traditional Chinese medicine. However, her proficiency in Chinese medicine was not at an advanced level, and she had little

confidence.

If she could get Uncle Newton to help, he could surely cure Old Pansy.

However, Jane didn't know where the Uncle Newton who taught her traditional Chinese medicine was.

At the moment, Jane's mind was in turmoil.

Regardless, she had to see Old Pansy in person, confirm his condition, and determine if traditional Chinese medicine was applicable.

Since Patrick forbade her from seeing Old Pansy, maybe she could seek Morton's help. This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

A night of restless tossing and turning, early the next morning, Jane arrived at Pansy Group.

Looking at the towering Pansy Group building, Jane felt a bit dazed.

Entering the gates of Pansy Group, employees continuously pointed fingers at her, whispering disdainful and mocking remarks.

"Isn't that Jane? She still has the face to come to work."

"If it weren't for her, our chairman wouldn't be lying in the hospital."

"Jane is really ungrateful. With a CEO as tall, handsome, and outstanding as ours, where else could she find such a man? Yet, she publicly broke off the engagement."

"You don't know. Do you think the CEO really likes this country bumpkin? Actually, the CEO dumped her in public, and she's just pretending to be aloof."

"No wonder, I bet she's not willing to accept it. Now she's back to pester the CEO again."

Such harsh words continuously reached Jane's ears.

Jane paid no heed, her face indifferent. She ignored these unpleasant remarks and walked straight to Morton's office.

"Miss North," Morton seemed somewhat surprised to see Jane.

Jane's lips curled into a faint smile as she greeted him, "Morton."

Morton was currently arranging for people to search for Dr. Newton worldwide. The responses all came back negative, with no leads.

He was quite worried.

"Miss North, are you here to see the CEO? He should be in his office right now," Morton said politely, collecting his troubled expression.

The sudden turn of events during the engagement ceremony had surprised Morton.

He couldn't understand why Jane had suddenly called off the engagement.

The impact on their CEO was evident to Morton.

Perhaps there was some misunderstanding.

"I'm here to see you," Jane took a few steps forward, her expression calm.

"To see me?" Morton's tone carried a hint of surprise.

Jane nodded, "Morton, I'd like to ask for your help."