Bride To Be Not Me (Janice and Simon)

Janice did not feel like she was harassed as she knew Edward was trying to help her

After all,rchived was usually souseone who kept his words to a minimum, speaking as concisely as possible. Naturally, Janice never overthought his actions.

"Mr. Moore, thank you for just now."

Edhead replied, “What are you thanking the for?

"For helping me deal with Simon."

Simon's peated attempts at taking advantage of her had long left Janice disillusioned.noveldrama

“But now, there'll probably be rumors about us. People will misunderstand our relationship, and it might affect."

It might affect Edward

Janice had no illusions about marrying into wealth, nor was she interested in romance. She was here to work and to finda chance to stomp Simon's face into the ground, grinding it under her heels without mercy!

The door of the elevator opened. They had reached the highest floor.

“Are you afraid that others might misunderstand?” Edward walked out.

"I'm worried that it'll affect you," Janice replied as she followed behind. She was slightly in a daze and didn't realize that Edward had stopped walking,

She bumped into him again, and when she accidentally stepped on the heel of his leather shoe, she squeezed her eyes shut tightly, “Sorry, Mr. Moore.”

Edward suddenly remembered that the room kry card was still with Harrison, who hadn't handed it over yet. Harrison was probably already in another elevator, bringing it up Turning back, Edward glanced at Janice, who looked utterly exasperated with herself. For some reason, he chuckled softly.

Janice, in her surprise, looked up to confirm if he was really laughing. All of a sudden, she relr a weight settle on top of her head.

Edward gently pressed the top of her head, and if one listened closely, there was a tinge of warmth in his voice. "I'm not worried about that."

Janice stood there, stunned. She felt her heart race uncontrollably.

The decisiveness the displayed at work always seemed to vanish completely when it came to moments like this.

Harrison quickly brought the room key card, and Janice darted into her room like a startled rabbit.

Edward withdrew his gaze as he entered the room next door.

"Find a way to contact Shirley! I don't care how much it costs-I want to buy her work I'll crush Proper Stitch Group under my feet and make Janice kneel down and apologize to me!" simon barked into the phone, his fury palpable as he gave orders to his secretary

shirley was the mysterious seamstress who won the Best Seamstress Award last year, skyrocketing to global fame overnight.

Jade thought Edward's protection would make her untouchable, but simon was determined to prove otherwise. He'd see if Jance could resist the envy and regret when he obliterated her career and pride in one stroke,

Alex, trembling, responded hesitantly, "Mr. Fitzgerald. Shirley is extremely difficult to contact Many other companies have tried, but no one has succeeded.

The international competition kept the participants' personal information highly confidential Apart from an unverified official WhatsApp account, there was no way to track Shirley down

All they knew w

was that she was a Cruznian womun.

With the sparse information and her very common name, how were they supposed to find her? Besides, someone of Shirley's caliber wouldn't easily agree to sell her work. Even major corporations were fighting tooth and nail for it!

"Didn't you say last time that you had shirley's Whatsapp? Simon snapped.

“Yes, I did,” Alex replied "But she hasn't responded to any messages. There's simply no way to get in touch with her

"Send me be contact details!" Simon barked

He refused to believe that anyone could turn down money,

Although his personal account was currently frozen, gathering some funds wouldn't be too difficult After all, the company's accounts still had a couple hundred million. Somehow, every time Simon thought of the name Shirley, it felt oddly familiar, but he didn't dwell on it

Night had fallen by the time janke and bowed arrived at the rooftop restaurant of the hotel.

When the card wir was served, Janice raised her glass to Talward "Mr. Moore, you're my benefactor. Thank

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