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.

Were you given some kind of top ten

making such beginner's mistakes. In which universe do

I make a name for myself in the future, will you apologize for

'apology' was probably on the last page. Even

Simon lifted Janice's chin. He said slowly, "You'll never make a name for yourself. All the talented seamstresses have already won awards for their work by the time

her question while

encourage me? All you do is insult and put me down. If you think I'm so horrible, why don't you break up with

will only inflate your ego. I'm encouraging you by putting

that. She closed her eyes and grasped at

observing them. She

away with her crochet

"Don't give her the time of day.

no longer dared to test how much Simon liked her.

where she did her crocheting. Then, she calmed herself and began putting her work back

down her face against her will. Her effort went unappreciated and was thrown around like rubbish. The hurt was magnified as she cut

tears splattered onto the floor instead, audible in the stifling silence of the

much grief. What hurt her the most was Simon's inability to understand and appreciate

he treated everyone courteously. No one could find fault with him. However,

competition to make a name for Refined Threads Co. Her work won first in the Winter Tournament.

the competition, he said, "Don't be too proud. This is just a rare occasion where you exceeded your usual standards. I know how you perform on

never cared about material riches. Their

weak. She threw her crochet hooks aside and leaned

sleep.

3:00 am, Janice was roused from her slumber by her phone ringing. It was Simon. He

back together. Their collaboration with Prosper Stitch Group could not be delayed. Janice didn't have enough time to do a new piece

calls, she ignored

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

broke, Janice massaged her sore

"Ms. Smith?"

Sunny, had come to tidy up the office and await

and said, "Make a cup of coffee for me,

"Alright."

coffee helped Janice sober up just enough to start the day. In between meetings, she worked on

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