Bride To Be Not Me (Janice and Simon) novel Chapter 142

At the restaurant they usually frequented, Edward was enjoying his meal while simultaneously overseeing the management team.

With large financial transfers, bulk materials being sourced, and constant movement within their network, there was no shortage of tasks for the team to manage.

All of a sudden, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in."

Harrison stepped in. "Mr. Moore, Simon is here looking for you."

Edward's two cars were well-known in Greenfield City, and it didn't take long for the paparazzi to trace his whereabouts. Naturally, Simon managed to track him down as well.

Janice briefly glanced at Edward.

He placed his cutlery down. "Let him in."

After taking a sip of water, Edward turned his gaze toward Janice.

"Janice."

"Yes?"

"I promised you full freedom to take commercial revenge on Refined Threads Co.," Edward said, standing up and moving to the seat beside her. "Starting today."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Janice's heart skipped a beat. But before she could react, the door to the private room creaked open.

What followed caught her off guard.

Simon stepped in while holding Amelia by the collar. Amelia's face was smeared with dried blood, her eyes were swollen from tears, and dark purple bruises surrounded her eye sockets. Had she been beaten?

Janice slowly set her cutlery down.

As Simon entered, his eyes immediately locked on Edward and Janice sitting together at the table. A wave of jealousy surged through him, but he didn't allow himself to dwell on it.

He gasped for breath and gritted his teeth as he forced himself to lower his head. "Mr. Moore, I'll explain Amelia's reckless behavior. But I want to make it clear that I had no involvement in this—it has nothing to do with me."

What had happened?

Janice wasn't sure what had transpired between them, but she could feel Edward's anger simmering just beneath the surface. He was masking it well, but the tension was unmistakable.

Edward rested his arm on the armrest, his gaze sweeping over the disheveled Amelia.

Simon said through clenched teeth, "Mr. Moore, please show mercy and give Refined Threads Co. a chance."

In the past, Edward might have been inclined to grant such a request.