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

slightly upted eyes-charming in shape but laced with a collitesity-reminded her of silk threads being engulfed in flames, beautiful

down free money? May I

roze for a moment before sliding the

looking almost comically small in his large hands compared to hers. He quickly began typing, Cerious, Janice leaned

the empty chair

didn't argue and slid over, leaning in to

overly dramatic, borderline begging messages, Edward had

blurted, her

doubted her talent, but even among finished crochet designs in the art world, no place had ever commanded a prior like

astonishingly high, bat Edward had named six

a sidelong glance. "What's the

vigorously. "Simon's stingy. Like, really

smirked "Figured

figure that

never even bought you a proper set of jewelry. If that's not stingy, then what is?" Edward's words