Bride To Be Not Me (Janice and Simon) novel Chapter 164

As for how Janice would eliminate Simon completely?

For example, just two hours after Simon was driven home by his driver, he was jolted awake by a phone call. It was from Steven, the Solterra materials supplier. He urged Simon to transfer the remaining balance immediately.

After wiring the money, another two hours passed before the factory's materials manager called. "The batch of raw materials is near expiration. If the materials aren't used within a month, the quality will deteriorate, and it may no longer be usable."

The alcohol in Simon's system dissipated in an instant.

It was nearly 11:00 pm.

He was not too worried, though. He planned to have the seamstresses start work the next morning. They'd quickly turn the materials into finished products and sell them before any losses could occur.

But then, Maggie led the seamstresses in a strike.

"What's the meaning of this, Maggie?"

She was direct over the phone. "Mr. Fitzgerald, we work for money. You still haven't paid us our wages. We didn't want to push you, but I've already reported it to the labor bureau. You'd better compensate us. We're quitting."

"Where else can you go after leaving Refined Threads Co.?"

"That's none of your concern." With that, she hung up.

That night, Simon stood by his window, watching the light snowfall outside. An inexplicable sense of foreboding crept up his spine.

He had been set up. The materials were near expiration, and silk threads were particularly prone to degradation. Even if he forced production, the final product's quality would suffer.

And to make matters worse, another announcement spread through Greenfield City at the same time. Starting this year, the prices of finished crochet products would be regulated.

When Simon saw this news, he was utterly stunned.

His phone buzzed. It was Heidi.

"Hello?"

"Did you get the passcode?" she asked.

Simon snapped back to reality. "I got it."

"The person on duty at the National Crochet Union tonight is someone I know. Get over here now. I'll take you inside."

Simon did not have time to think about anything else. This was the priority. He immediately called for his driver. As he stepped out of his villa, the snowstorm blurred his vision. For some reason, he felt a deep chill seeping into his bones.

It was one issue after another—silk close to expiring, striking seamstresses, price controls on finished products…

He shook his head, telling himself he was just overthinking because of the alcohol. He could not afford to be paranoid. With Janice's crochet piece, his future would be smooth sailing.

Yes. Everything would be fine.