Unexpected Fiancée novel Chapter 59

Chapter 59: Isn't She Jane

Jane cast a glance backward as she made her way to the balcony, only to find that Patrick hadn't followed her. She proceeded to answer the phone.

"Osborn, what's going on?" she inquired.

"Jane, I'd like to meet with you," Osborn said in a somber tone.

After some contemplation, Jane agreed.

"Alright. Let's meet tomorrow at 10 a. m. at Blues Cafe," she added, having much to discuss with Osborn.

"See you tomorrow then," Osborn responded swiftly, pondering whether he still had a chance with Jane now that she had accepted his invitation.

The following day was a weekend.

Jane left early in the morning, as was her habit.

However, Osborn arrived ahead of her.

Blues Cafe was situated on Guavo's busiest commercial street, offering a tranquil and pleasant atmosphere for relaxation.

Osborn drove towards the commercial street, his grip firm on the steering wheel.

Following closely was Florence in her car.

Today, she had gone shopping with her friends.

Suddenly, Erica pointed to the car in front of them and exclaimed, "Isn't that Osborn?"

Erica was an ardent fan of Osborn. She had fallen head over heels for this tall, handsome man the first time she saw him on TV. She was aware of his recent return and had tried everything to meet him, but opportunities had been scarce. She hadn't expected to spot him during their shopping trip.

"The car is quite a distance ahead; I can't see him clearly," Florence complained.

"Don't be silly, Erica. It's not easy to meet a superstar like Osborn," another friend chimed in, agreeing with Florence.

"I have excellent eyesight. I'm absolutely certain it's Osborn."

Erica, brimming with excitement, fixed her gaze on the vehicle in front of them. She was convinced that Osborn was inside, even though they could only see the back of the car.

"Please, let's follow him. I want to get his autograph and take a picture with him."

Erica was infatuated with Osborn. Seeing him while shopping with Florence seemed like fate.

"If you want to follow him, go ahead. I don't have the time."

Florence's thoughts were entirely consumed by Patrick, leaving no room for pursuing other men.

"Alright, Florence, I'll go."

Erica was aware of Florence's displeasure, but she couldn't resist the charm of her idol. She stepped out of the car and called for a cab.

"Please, sir, follow the black car up ahead," Erica pointed at Osborn's vehicle in the distance.

"Which car?" the driver inquired, looking in the direction of Erica's pointing finger.

"It's the black car right in front of us. Please hurry!" Erica urged anxiously.

They were running a bit behind, and the taxi driver momentarily lost sight of Osborn's car.