Bride to Be, Not Me

Chapter 25 Chapter 25

This time, Janice exhaled softly. Getting selected was enough. Having just joined Prosper Stitch Group, she needed to secure a striking victory to establish her place in the company.

Simon's betrayal had taught her a lesson. What she truly possessed was all that mattered. Everything else was just an illusion.

The senior managers seated in the back rows stared at the screen with wide eyes. The color combinations, the glimmering surface design, the sheer intricacy of the piece-it was undoubtedly a masterpiece.

Sophie stared at the crochet design in disbelief. Could this really be the work of the newly appointed Janice? It didn't make sense. The quality of this piece was worlds apart from her previous creations,

The stark difference gnawed at Sophie's mind, planting a seed of doubt. Could the company have purchased a crochet design for Janice to submit, all for the sake of preserving their reputation?

Janice murmured to herself, “Getting selected is enough.”

Edward, seated beside her, caught the faint words and spoke with calm conviction. "You should trust yourself. And if all else fails..."

“Trust my judgment,” he added. That quiet confidence, barely veiled, radiated from him like a sharp blade.

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stability, as though no crisis in the world could ruffle him. This was

lips together. “Thank you for your trust, Mr. Moore.” Edward's personality didn't match his looks at all. His cold exterior belied a depth and sensitivity that caught her

other side of the room. The team from Melody & Loops Creations couldn't take their eyes

of the company behind the fifth piece. Just from appearances alone, this double-sided crochet

audience had already

however, was certain that Refined Threads Co.'s submission would secure a top-three

for Refined Threads Co.'s polished submission. Once the results were announced, everyone would see that Janice had no real talent. They'd realize she had fooled Prosper Stitch Group with her

Janice for what she truly was: a shallow woman who cared only for money. And naturally,

world would reject her, and she'd have no choice but to come crawling back to him, begging for a way

tangible. Now, all they had to do was

pieces. She

of breath. He turned slightly and asked,

her eyes deep with unspoken emotion. She leaned in slightly, her

gaze steady, his voice