Bride to Be, Not Me

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Chapter 51

“Oh right,” Janke muttered, quickly switching to her secondary WhatsApp account.

The moment she opened it, a flood of notifications poured in. There were hundreds of intrad messages.

She scrolled to the first chat and read the MESSAGE.

“Ms. Smith, we have a textile artifact from the Luminus Era that might need your expertise. If you're wallable, could we discuss it in decall?

without hesitation, Janke replied, "Sorry, I don't have time at the moment.”

She deleted the chat immediately and continued scrolling until she found Simon's messages. As she read through the string of texts, her brows furrowed She instantly felt the

She would never let Simon Lake her work and parade it around as if it were his own accomplishment bat before she could type a reply, a hand pressed down on her phone. Startled, Janice looked up to see Edward watching her. His gar was steady and unyielding

tit of his slightly upted eyes-charming in shape but laced with a collitesity-reminded her of silk threads being engulfed in

down free money? May I see your

before sliding the phone

in his large hands compared to hers. He quickly began typing,

pointed to the empty chair beside

in

Simon's long-winded, overly dramatic, borderline begging messages, Edward had ryped

blurted, her voice bursting with

crochet designs in the art

considered astonishingly high, bat Edward had named

sidelong glance. "What's the matter? Feeling guy about

head vigorously. "Simon's stingy.

"Figured as

you figure that

with you for so many years and never even bought you a proper set of jewelry. If that's not stingy, then what is?" Edward's words were blunt but