Unexpected Fiancée

Chapter 80: The Sweet Deception

The police car raced to the scene.

In no time, it arrived at the lake's shore.

As two police officers stepped out of the car, Melissa hurried over to them, pointing at Jane and accusing, "That's the culprit, Jane North! She's the one who pushed Monica into the lake!”

The older officer, Bray, turned to his colleague. "Let's take a look, Lisa.”

"Alright, Bray," the policewoman nodded.

Bray surveyed the scene, eyes falling on Jane, who was diligently performing CPR beside the unconscious Monica.

"What happened?" Bray asked the group.

Osborn began, "She fell into the lake, and-"

It wasn't certain she would survive.

The policewoman, taking out a small notepad and a pen, approached Jane, given her dedication to resuscitating Monica.

Jane nodded and was about to explain when Melissa interrupted, "I already told you what happened. Jane pushed Monica into the lake and watched her drown before attempting to save her!"

Jane snapped, "Shut the heck up, Melissa!"

She shot a freezing glare at Melissa, who fell silent.

Bray intervened, "Officers, here's the thing. Our company came to Lover Lake to shoot an outdoor advertisement for a brand. When I came here to check this spot for a scene, Monica appeared out of nowhere. She tried to push me into the lake, but she accidentally fell in herself."

Jane calmly recounted her version of events.

Melissa dismissed it, "That's rubbish! Don't believe her. What murderer admits to their crime? My classmate and I saw it. Jane pushed Monica into the lake. We are witnesses!"

Bray sighed and cleared his throat, "In that case, all of you will need to come with us to the station to provide statements.”

Meanwhile, Patrick didn't wake up until ten o'clock that morning. The first thing he saw was a crysta lamp when he opened his eyes. He sat up abruptly, bewildered. This wasn't his room. Florence, a curvaceous woman in a sexy red silk nightgown, walked in.

"Good morning, Patrick. You're finally awake. Look, I made you breakfast,” Florence greeted him, staring at him intently.

“Florence? Why are you here, and where is this place?" Patrick questioned, his handsome face darkening.

"You're in my room. Where else would I be?” Florence grinned, sitting next to him.

"Your room?" Patrick raised an eyebrow, surprised. How had he ended up here? "Don't you remember last night? You got drunk, so I had to bring you here,” Florence explained, her tone flirtatious.

"Candy..." Patrick muttered, thinking of the previous night. Biting her lip, Florence gazed at him affectionately. "Patrick, I'm Candy."

"What? You're Candy?" Patrick's handsome features tightened, and he scrutinized Florence.

How could she be Candy? Florence nodded confidently, without hesitation. "Yes. Don't you remember when we were kidnapped together many years ago?"