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 some kind of top ten seamstresses

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 spewed from

looked up at him and asked, "If I make a 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 always perfunctory

never own up to it, even if he did make a mistake. Simon lifted Janice's chin. He said

her question while

million pieces. "Why do you never encourage me? All you do is insult and put me down. If you think I'm so horrible, why

so childish? Praise will only inflate your ego. I'm encouraging you

had no desire to respond to that. She closed her eyes and grasped at the torn crochet design in her hands. Then, she turned and went

She asked, "Simon,

walking away with her crochet

unhappy. "Don't give her the time of day. She'll be back.

longer dared to test how much Simon liked her.

her crocheting. Then, she calmed herself and began

unappreciated and was thrown around like rubbish. The hurt was magnified

from splashing onto her crocheting, Janice leaned back. Her tears splattered onto the floor instead, audible in the stifling silence of the

her too much grief. What hurt her the most

past years, he treated everyone courteously. No one could find fault with

to a competition to make a name for

is just a rare occasion where you exceeded your usual standards. I know how you perform on average. More effort needs to be put in." Simon treated her as though he was her boss, as if he hadn't realized she was his

had never cared about material riches. Their relationship was what mattered to

threw her crochet hooks aside and leaned on the glass

drifted off to sleep. It had been an exhausting

from her slumber by her phone ringing. It was Simon. He had called Janice

Group could not be delayed. Janice didn't have enough time to do a new

calls,

Janice remained in the branch office while Simon stayed in the main office. They were in opposite directions. They wouldn't run into each

dawn broke, Janice massaged

"Ms. Smith?"

the office and await Janice's arrival.

a cup of

"Alright."

enough to start the day. In between meetings, she worked

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