Bride To Be Not Me (Janice and Simon) novel Chapter 228

"I'll go with you," Edward offered.

"Aren't you busy?"

"Even the chairman needs a break sometimes."

Jacob took the hint and ended the call promptly. Before signing off, he compiled a comprehensive report on all available storefronts within four blocks of Prosper Stitch Group, detailing rental prices, subway access, and nearby transit hubs.

By midnight, Janice received the neatly organized PowerPoint presentation.

She was impressed by Jacob's efficiency and meticulous attention to detail. As she skimmed through the listings, one location immediately caught her eye.

It was on the left side of Prosper Stitch Group, just a street away. A bustling pedestrian area was only one more street over, and best of all, there was a subway station right at the entrance, with all major transport hubs within a 20-kilometer radius.

It was the perfect location.

The rent was also reasonable, easily fitting within her budget.

Edward walked in to find Janice deep in thought, her gaze fixed on the listing.

"Have you found anything good?" he asked.

"This location is ideal—convenient in every way. But why is it still available?"

"Because I own it."

Janice froze, momentarily speechless.

Edward traced a section of the street map on her tablet. "From here to here—it's all mine."

Her eyes widened. "You own all of this?"

"When I purchased this building, I also bought up the surrounding properties. Back then, the area wasn't fully developed, so the prices were much lower."

Now, the value had soared.

Janice remained silent, processing Jacob's words.

"Right now, Prosper Stitch Group is at our peak, and the entire industry is watching our every move. Seamstresses from across the country are coming to Greenfield City, but most small and mid-sized crochet businesses aren't hiring in large numbers. At best, they might take on a handful.

"The only company that truly needs a significant workforce is Prosper Stitch Group. So, when these applicants get turned away, what other opportunities do they have? That's where your institute comes in—"

Picking up the stylus, Edward swiftly created a proposal on her tablet.

His handwriting was effortless yet stylish, with each bullet point clearly mapping out the institute's potential structure.

In no time, it felt less like an idea and more like a plan already set into motion.

Lifting his wine glass, he gently tapped it against her cup of warm water as a smirk played on his lips. "So, what shall we call it?"

Janice pressed her lips together and grabbed the stylus. With a smile, she took a sip of water.