Bride To Be Not Me (Janice and Simon)

So, this was how it was.

Now that Simon knew that she had won first place in the Winter Tournament, he had suddenly changed his tone.

Janice's gaze turned ice-cold as a mocking smile formed on her lips. "Alright."

Simon was ecstatic. "Janice, you're coming back to me? You'll stay by my side and help me pick myself up again?"

"Oh, I'll be by your side," she emphasized, dragging out the last few words. Of course, she would stay by his side. It was just so she could watch firsthand as he stepped into the abyss, one irreversible step at a time.

Edward had just walked over to the pantry's entrance with a cup of milk in hand. But right as he reached the doorway, he heard Janice's voice.

His brows furrowed together, his fingers tightening around the cup. Without a word, he turned and walked away. It wasn't hard to guess who was on the other end of the call.

It was Simon. She still couldn't let him go?noveldrama

On the phone, Simon eagerly pressed on, "Since that's the case, when are you moving back?"

"I'm busy with work. Is there anything else?" Janice asked on purpose.

"I..." Simon gritted his teeth before forcing himself to say it. "Janice, I need your help. I'm struggling with cash flow, and the seamstresses needed their wages for New Year's. Could you lend me some money for now? I'll pay you back soon." "Will you really pay me back?"

"Of course." Simon's voice brimmed with relief. "Janice, we've been together for a long time. What's yours is mine and what's mine is yours. There's no need to be so calculative, right?"

Janice felt a disgusting churn in her stomach.

Simon was still the same greedy and shameless.

Her expression grew colder. "Alright. I'll transfer the money to you next week. Just tell the seamstresses to wait."

"Great! Do it as soon as possible. I need the money urgently," Simon said, slipping back into his usual entitled tone.

"Mhm." Janice promptly hung up.

Help him?

Not in a million years.

New Year's was just around the corner. If the seamstresses weren't paid by then, they'd be chasing after Simon non-stop. Some of them might even camp out in front of his house. She wanted his New Year's to be anything but peaceful.

With a light chuckle, Janice turned and left the pantry.

Once Simon knew that Janice would help him, he strode outside the villa.

"Mr. Fitzgerald, why are you refusing to pay us?"

"How can such a large company be unable to pay their seamstresses? Are you going bankrupt?"

"That's right! We need our money before New Year's! It's already been over a week, so what's the holdup?"

"Stop pressuring me!" Simon snapped impatiently. "You'll get your money on New Year's Day."

"Can you guarantee that?"

The seamstresses weren't looking for trouble. They just wanted what they were owed.

"A

what if we don't get paid?"

Simon was beyond irritated now. "Then smash my house apart, alright? Now, get lost!"

He had thrown down the gauntlet.

Though still frustrated, the seamstresses backed off. They weren't willing to make

a scene.

...

Meanwhile, Refined Threads Co. had

already gone on holiday break. Since there were no raw materials left there was no point in keeping the seamstresses at work.

Back home, Simon collapsed onto the couch, exhaling in relief.

Helena eyed him. "Is it settled?"

He leaned back with a smug, self-satisfied smile. "Janice promised to send me money."

At that moment, he felt genuinely happy. Just the thought of Janice's usefulness made him feel like he could rest on his laurels again.

"Really?" Helena's eyes lit up. But the next second, she scoffed, "I told you that Janice wouldn't leave you.

"Just be patient, say a few sweet

words, and milk as much money out

of her as you can. Doesn't Prosper

Stitch Group pay her an outrageous salary?"

"Exactly, Simon! You should ask her to fly in some fresh seafood too." Sarah beamed.

"We're out of imported beef and milk. Let her handle our New Year's expenses so our family can have a proper celebration!"

"Your sister is right!"

Like mother, like daughter. Both were equally shameless.

"It's almost New Year's, and we're short on cash," Helena declared matter-of-

factly.

"Just ask Janice to send some

money. If she hesitates or refuses,

tell her she should be respectful to me! I'm her future mother-in-law, so she wouldn't dare to disobey me."