Bride To Be Not Me (Janice and Simon) novel Chapter 174

Simon never expected the shareholders of Refined Threads Co. to turn against him so suddenly. What the hell was so great about Janice?

Fueled by jealousy, he snapped, "You people have done nothing! You just throw in some money and sit back while I do all the work! Refined Threads Co. is where it is today because of me! What have you even contributed? What right do you have to criticize me?"

The moment those words left his mouth, Britney slammed her hand on the table.

"Simon, get this straight! We're shareholders—investors! Do you even understand what that means? If we're running the company and investing money, then what the hell do we need you for?"

Sabrina scoffed. "Since Janice left, Refined Threads Co. has been going downhill. And you still haven't stopped to reflect on what went wrong?"

Tabitha added coldly, "You have one week. If you're still here when we return, we're pulling our investment."

With that, the three shareholders stood up and walked out, not even bothering to hide their disgust.

Furious, Simon grabbed an ashtray and hurled it onto the tiled floor. It shattered right next to Alex, who had just stepped in. The flying shards left cuts on the exposed skin of his feet.

"And what the hell are you standing there for?" Simon snapped, immediately turning his fury on him.

Alex swallowed hard. "Mr. Fitzgerald, about the crochet design that Ms. Ryan sent over… The Product Division rejected it. They asked me to check if maybe she sent the wrong one."

In reality, what the Product Division had said was the skill level was barely above average.

It didn't stand a chance of winning an award, let alone be considered a high-end piece.

Some of them had even mocked Simon's taste, saying, "His selections are a joke compared to Ms. Smith's."

"What?" Simon's expression darkened.

"If they think they can do better, they're welcome to take over! Otherwise, they should shut the hell up and do their damn jobs! I've given them multiple crochet designs, and none of them passed. What's their problem? And you—you have a mouth, don't you?

"Why didn't you explain it to them? You can't even handle something this simple, so what the hell am I even paying you for?"

Alex clutched the folder of crochet design samples and kept his head low, not daring to respond.

Simon's rage boiled over. "I'm talking to you! Are you deaf, or did you drop dead?"