Bride to Be, Not Me

Chapter 20 Chapter 20

At the restaurant, Janice treated this dinner as a gesture of appreciation from Edward, a rare acknowledgment of her efforts.

The beginning of the meal went smoothly, with little conversation between the two. It wasn't until the end that Edward finally spoke.

"I have a task for you."

Janice immediately put down her utensil, giving him her full attention.

“The overseas branch of Prosper Stitch Group is up and running. Its order volume is significantly higher than that of our domestic operations. There are plenty of Aurian seamstresses and artisans there, but we're still short of talent.

"I need you to recruit skilled seamstresses willing to work abroad. How many do you think you can find?"

Janice had been in this industry long enough to know more resources and seamstresses than even the Moore siblings, who specialized In business strategy and rarely dealt with the grassroots connections she had cultivated.

Instead of answering directly, Janice asked, "How many do you need?"

She didn't promise how many seamstresses she could recruit. Instead, she simply asked for the target result. This response brought a rare, noticeable smile to Edward's otherwise stoic face.

What was his background?

Edward Moore was a man of exceptional ability from one of the most influential political families in the country.

“Just do your best,” he replied, leaving her room to maneuver without imposing rigid demands. Their understanding was seamless.

"When do you need them?"

"Before the Winter Tournament."

Next week marks the start of the Fall Tournament, and just three months after that, the Winter Tournament will be here. Time was Light

"Noted on that."

After dinner, Edward offered, "Get in the car. I'll drop you off."

Janice hadn't driven herself, so she accepted without hesitation. In the car, Janice didn't expect Edward to initiate a conversation unrelated to work

"Your perspective-does it revolve entirely around crochet?"

her off guard. After a moment's thought, she offered an

“A week

a work-related directive, but Janice didn't mind. She enjoyed attending such

the high-end villa district, Janice stepped out of the car and watched as Edward's vehicle disappeared

WhatsApp messages. Simon had sent seven or eight, while Sarah had sent dozens At first, Sarah's messages were voice notes, but later, likely fearing Janice

and cruel, even dragging Janice's mother and younger brother into the tirades. Sarah's curses were vicious, and she wished the Smith family utter ruin, accusing Janice of betrayal and calling her an ungrateful traitor

saving both the voice messages and the text insults as evidence. Simon's messages were different this time. Instead of angry outbursts, they carried a tone that unsettled Janice-he even apologized. Simon Fitzgerald, apologizing? What was his

to Prosper Stitch Group in a fit of anger. But life goes on. When this is all

cool off. I'll come find

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of anger? Was that what he thought this

mixed feelings, she entered the bathroom for a long soak, letting the

exhaustion.

years... No one could forget that amount of time so easily-especially

scratch

those years. That knowledge made her pain feel sharper,

her forward. The gentler, more subdued version of herself had been

she finally lay

furious that Janice had joined Prosper Stitch Group, but what worried him more was the

crochet seamstresses. The ones

new hires were essentially being paid to do nothing, leaving

seamstress department, the atmosphere

Smith really left,” someone whispered. “Apparently, she's joined the Prosper Stitch Group.” "Really? Does that mean

"Seems like it.”

fell silent. One of the younger seamstresses suddenly spoke up, "Then, I'm done here. If Ms. Smith has

skills, especially in creating custom designs, were top-notch. If they decided

Prosper Stitch Group

intent, the others began to entertain similar thoughts. Just then, their s supervisor walked in. "What's

they mumbled, reluctantly picking

even the supervisors lacked motivation. They couldn't afford to slack off too much– they were still getting paid, after all—but the

supervisor, was especially dispirited. She had always admired Janice's mastery of double-sided crochet and had strived

"Ms. Lambert?"

Yvonne