Bride To Be Not Me (Janice and Simon) novel Chapter 157

Janice gazed out the car window, her voice quiet and emotionless. "He'll pay you."

She would make sure that Simon drowned in debt just to pay his seamstresses. She wanted his company's building to be empty—no raw materials, no seamstresses, no funding.

How much longer could Refined Threads Co. survive then?

Maggie thought for a moment before nodding. "Alright! I'll follow your lead."

In times like these, everyone wanted to be on the winning side. And it was obvious that Janice and Simon were far beyond reconciliation. They were enemies now. Choosing sides early was the safest bet!

When Janice got home, her phone rang. It was Edward.

"Hello?"

"You had a run-in with Simon?"

He already knew about the seamstresses at Refined Threads Co. She wasn't sure how, but she didn't bother hiding it. "Yeah. He used my parents' graves to threaten me. He has it coming. I poached his company's entire crotchet team by offering two months' pay in advance. But don't worry, I'll cover the cost myself. It won't affect the company."

Edward fell silent.

After a long while, he asked, "Do we have to be this calculative?"

"It's not that. This was a personal decision. It wouldn’t be right to make the company pay for it."

Edward's voice suddenly turned firm. "Prosper Stitch Group is my company. If you say the word, it's yours too. Spend whatever you want, however you want."

Say the word?

So, was he talking about marriage?

Janice's mind blanked out for a second.

From the very beginning, she had joined the Prosper Stitch Group to destroy Simon. She had other ambitions, but she couldn't move forward if that parasite kept crawling back into her life.

…

Edward was a man of his word, and his execution was swift.

On New Year's Day, a single piece of news sent shockwaves through Greenfield City. The silk factories in Solterra had drastically increased their price, and the entire city's supply chain was thrown into chaos. At that moment, every major silk supplier was already under Prosper Stitch Group's control.

Small businesses could get by with local stock, but Refined Threads Co. needed bulk orders.

When Simon heard that Solterra still had silk for sale, he wasted no time in calling Janice. The second she picked up, he snapped impatiently.

"Janice! You said that the money would arrive the next day. It's been four days, and I haven't seen a single cent! Did you transfer it or not?"

Of course not!