Chapter 6 Simon was surprised that Janice had the guts to take that tone with him. He pulled her to the living room on the second floor.

"Let me go!"

Janice shook his hand off. The tears in her eyes dripped onto her shirt.

"What kind of attitude are you taking with me?"

Simon's misogyny took over him. "Don't you know that I've been helping you throughout today?"

He grabbed her wrist and ignored her struggles. Whether his grip hurt her or not was also not part of his

concerns.

Janice suddenly fell silent.

After a moment, she asked hoarsely, "Were you helping me?"

What had he done for her? Was it when he made a mess so she had to come home to endless chores? Or was it when Simon said he wanted home-cooked food and forced her to cook and bring him food?

"Haven't I paid for half of your house? If I hadn't given the go-ahead, would you hold 25% of Refined Threads Co.'s shares? Countless investors are looking to invest here, but I turned them all down. Janice, how could you be so ungrateful?"

He was shameless. Janice's wrist throbbed. "Simon, let me go."

"What can you do if I don't?" Simon's eyes were rimmed red as he continued, "Janice, you better be careful with that attitude of yours around me. I don't care how you treat Mom or Sarah, but you have to remember where you stand with me.

"Throw out all that rubbish of yours. Keep your emotions in line. Don't let them affect your work."

He flung Janice's hand away like she was a rag doll.

Rubbish... Janice was enraged by his high-and-mighty attitude. She spat, "This 'rubbish' kept Refined Textiles Co. running. Simon, how dare you look down on them?"

Simon paused. "What did you say?"

Janice realized what she had said. She pursed her lips and remained silent.

Simon mocked, "Janice, you've dreamed so much your brain has rotted. Your crochet designs are not bad, I'll admit that.

yourself. Were you given

you should use it to practice your crocheting skills. You're making such beginner's mistakes. In which universe do you think you'll ever get your breakthrough?" The familiar demeaning words

name for myself in the future, will you apologize

the word 'apology' was probably on the last page. Even if he did apologize, it was

mistake. Simon lifted Janice's chin. He said slowly, "You'll never make a name for yourself. All the

avoiding her question while sneaking in

you do is insult and put me down. If you think I'm so

only inflate

to that. She closed her eyes and grasped at

had been observing them. She asked, "Simon, has

walking away with

give her the time of day. She'll be back.

dared to test how much Simon liked her. She needed to be

did her crocheting. Then, she calmed

effort went unappreciated and was thrown around like rubbish. The hurt was magnified as

from splashing onto her crocheting, Janice leaned back. Her tears splattered onto the floor

hadn't caused her too much grief. What hurt her the most was Simon's inability

treated everyone courteously. No one could find fault with him. However, with her, he never had

a name for Refined Threads Co. Her work won first

a rare occasion where you exceeded your usual standards. I know how you perform on average. More effort needs to be put in."

material riches.

and leaned on the glass

off to sleep.

am, Janice was roused from her slumber by her phone

turned on the lights to continue putting her work back together. Their collaboration with Prosper Stitch Group could not be delayed.

calls,

office. They were in opposite

broke, Janice massaged her sore

"Ms. Smith?"

tidy up the office and await Janice's arrival. Seeing Janice

and said, "Make a

"Alright."

to start the day. In between

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