Bride to Be, Not Me

Chapter 53

Chapter 53 repair them. Then, hand those overlo

Chapter 53

Edward reminded her, “Don't you have a few damaged pieces? Take them to the company and find a few skilled seamstresses to help you ne

him

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Janice didn't feel the slightest haringe of guilt.

She was determined to make Simon cough up every penny of the money he owed her, no matter what it took.

Back at the hotel, Simon paced the mom, clutching his phone with an excited gleam in his eyes.

Amelia entered, balancing the food she had ordered on a tray. When she noticed the delight on his face, berculosity got the better of her.

"Simon, what's got you so happy?” she asked.

"ML. Olson replied to me. She has agreed to sell me her work. With that, I'm going to beat Janker at the Winter Tournament and crush Prosper Stitch Group," Simon exclaimed.

The thrill of victory coursed through him. When he spotted the wine that had come with the room service, Simon Imunediately grabbed the bottle and took a large swig.

alone with him,

Janice has no vision, and she's as ungrateful as they come. You shouldn't waste your energy being angry with her." Simon slammed the bottle down on the table with a sharpelink, his expression twisting into something dark and dangerous. "Ms, Olson has already agreed to sell me a piece Janice is finished I'm

heart nearly stepped

Take her back?

up as she was with Prosper Sch Group's Edward, still had a hold on

How could this happen?

air as he drank from the bottle. Amelia quickly

I like you. Why are you still thinking about Janice

thoughts had been consumed by a vivid image-fanke bumbling hersell before him, apologizing and

Janice is just clinging to him, throwing herself at him like the chip woman she is, She probably sold her body,

to Shirley, Janice

Simon's mind, Edward dropping Panice was inevitable, it was only a matter of time. And when that

how could the possibly survive

would be Impossible

choice but to crawl back to her title hometown

smile to Simon's face as he glanced down at

him, her expression seductive and her demane dripping with a practiced shrines that felt heavy

to the Amelia

always been the alood, untouchable type the elegant young lady who carried herself with a cold, quiet pride

way for him to satisfy the lingering bitterness of his youth. To him, he deserved whatever

As for low?

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