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 but burning away into smoldering

down free money?

roze for a moment before

comically small in his large hands compared to hers. He quickly began

the empty chair beside him.

and slid over, leaning in to get a better look at the

Edward had ryped a single, concise respetur, "Six milion

blurted, her

doubted her talent, but even among finished crochet designs in the art world, no place

Edward had named six million like

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

her head vigorously. "Simon's stingy. Like, really

"Figured

figure

set of jewelry. If that's not stingy, then what is?" Edward's