"She's gone?"
Simon, who was at Fitzgerald Residence, frowned as he listened to the hospital staff on the phone.
Amelia had vanished.
She was penniless and seriously ill. Where could she possibly go?
Did she run away?
That wouldn't do.
She still owed him money—a lot of money.
Without wasting a second, Simon ordered his men to track her down.
As the year-end approached, he was running out of options. Funds were drying up, and he didn't dare show his face at the company anymore.
The seamstresses were collectively demanding their salaries, and on top of that, he still had to repay Janice's loan. Where the hell was he supposed to find that kind of money?
"Simon!" Helena's panicked voice echoed from downstairs before she stormed into his room. "Those seamstresses are at our doorstep!"
Simon's head was about to blow up."Lock the gate! Let them wait all they want. It's freezing out there. I highly doubt that they can stand outside forever!"
"Have you called Janice yet?" Helena urged, "Just say a few sweet words. She'll help you!"
But at the mere thought of pleading with Janice, Simon…
Just as he was torn between frustration and hesitation, his phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Mr. Fitzgerald, we found something."
"Speak."
"The winner of this year's Winter Tournament is a piece from the Prosper Stitch Group. And from what we've gathered, the crotchet was personally crafted by Ms. Smith."
Janice?
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