Unexpected Fiancée

Chapter 172: I Don'T Agree To Your Resignation

Chapter 172: I Don't Agree to Your Resignation

"Miss North, you don't have to be so polite. As long as I can help, feel free to command," Morton smiled, speaking very politely.

"Well, the thing is, can you find a way for me to visit Old Pansy in the hospital?" Jane spoke calmly, her tone faintly carrying a hint of anticipation.

"This..." Morton seemed hesitant at her words. After a moment, he said, "Actually, Old Pansy has been lying unconscious in bed all this time. Even if you go see him, it wouldn't make much sense."

Seeing disappointment in Jane's eyes, Morton hurriedly added, "How about waiting until we find Dr. Newton to treat Mr. Old Pansy? Once he wakes up, I'll find a way to arrange for you to see him."

"Dr. Newton?" Jane expressed some confusion.

Morton nodded, "According to Dr. Pater from the cardiology department, Dr. Newton is an outstanding master of traditional Chinese medicine. Only he can cure Old Pansy. Unfortunately, Dr. Newton has been missing for twenty years. The CEO has sent many people to search for him, but there's still no news."

"I see," Jane said thoughtfully.

If she wasn't mistaken, the Dr. Newton mentioned by Morton should be Uncle Newton, who taught her medicine in her childhood.

It seemed her speculation was correct. Dr. Pater, being an authoritative expert in cardiology, recommending Uncle Newton aligned with her thoughts. If they could bring Uncle Newton, they could undoubtedly cure Old Pansy.

With this realization, Jane felt a sense of relief. "Thank you for your help. I'll take my leave now."

After saying this, Jane turned and left.

"Miss North," Morton's voice suddenly sounded behind Jane.

She paused and turned back, asking, "What's the matter?"

"There are some things I don't know if I should say," Morton hesitated.

Jane smiled, "Morton, just say whatever you have to say."

"Miss North, please don't blame me for being nosy. When you canceled the engagement ceremony that day, the CEO was very upset. Do you have some untold secret?" Morton's words carried a hint of concern.

Untold secret?

Jane was silent for a moment.

Seeing Jane's silence, Morton continued, "If you have some untold secret, talk to the CEO. You two love each other; what problem can't be solved? Why let it escalate to this point?"

Love each other?

A slightly bitter arc appeared on Jane's lips. "Morton, you're not unaware that the CEO's Candy has returned, right?"

"So, is it just for Candy? I always feel that the CEO..."

Before Morton could finish, Jane interrupted him, "Alright, I don't want to continue discussing this matter. Thank you for your concern."

Jane spoke calmly, then turned and left.

Back at her desk in the secretary's office, ignoring the various gazes directed at her, Jane quickly drafted a resignation letter.

With the resignation letter in hand, Jane went to the CEO's office.

Thinking that she would soon face Patrick, her heart felt strangely nervous.

After taking a few deep breaths, Jane knocked on the door.

"Come in!" Patrick's low, cold voice came from inside.

Jane opened the door and walked in.

Patrick was sitting at his desk, staring coldly at the computer screen.

He wore a black shirt, his eyebrows furrowed, a faint trace of melancholy between his brows, appearing particularly aloof.

Hearing the sound, Patrick raised his gaze. After identifying Jane, he slightly narrowed his indifferent eyes, and the deep gaze became complex.

Locked in a gaze, neither of them spoke. The CEO's office felt exceptionally silent at this moment.

Looking at the familiar handsome face, the well-defined facial features, as if carved by the hands of a divine artist, exquisitely beautiful, now carried a touch of cold indifference.

Jane wanted to ask him why, on the day of their engagement, he completely disregarded her feelings, disappeared all day with Candy, and why he treated her with such coldness, even preventing her from seeing Old Pansy.

But Jane restrained herself.

Taking a deep breath, suppressing the tumultuous emotions in her heart, Jane's lips curled up slightly. She walked step by step towards Patrick.

She placed the resignation letter on Patrick's desk, her expression indifferent. "This is my resignation letter. Please approve it."

Resignation letter?

Patrick's face turned as cold as ice in an instant.

Moving out of Water Moon New City wasn't enough; now, she wanted to resign?!

Was Jane so eager to sever ties with him?

Thin lips tightly pressed together, Patrick picked up the resignation letter on the desk. Without looking, he tore it to shreds and forcefully threw it into the nearby trash can.

Jane stared in disbelief at Patrick's actions for a few seconds before coming back to her senses. She calmly asked, "Patrick, what do you mean by this?"

Patrick suddenly stood up, looking down at the woman in front of him. A bloodthirsty sneer played on his lips. "I don't agree to your resignation."

A powerful pressure engulfed her. Jane furrowed her brows. "Why?"

She didn't understand Patrick's actions. Why would he disagree with her resignation? If he hated her so much, shouldn't he be glad she was disappearing from his sight?

Jane remained silent for a moment. Looking up at Patrick's profound gaze, she coldly asked, "If it's because of the 'Ice and Fire' project, you don't need to disagree. The project is already on track and

can be handed over to someone else anytime."

Patrick took a step forward, closing in on Jane. His icy voice struck her, "Jane, are you so eager to draw a line with me? Just for Osborn?!"

His ink-black eyes were like a vast sea, unfathomable, churning with turbulent and icy waves, as if wanting to drown Jane in them.

Facing Patrick's intimidating gaze, Jane couldn't help but step back.

Draw a line with him?

For Osborn?

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It was utterly absurd!

Jane sneered and said mockingly, "Absolutely incomprehensible!"

After saying these words, Jane turned to leave. Suddenly, a tremendous force around her waist stopped her, bringing a chilling sensation.

Before she could react, Patrick pressed her against the wall.

"Patrick, what are you doing? Let me go..." Jane's words were cut off as Patrick forcefully silenced her with a deep, dominating kiss.

His kiss was forceful and domineering, carrying surging anger.