Bride to Be, Not Me

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.

opportunity to be alone with him,

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 going to make her regret wrything and beg me to

heart nearly stepped at

Take her back?

Sch

How could this happen?

air as he drank from the bottle. Amelia quickly poured herself a

I like you. Why are you still thinking about Janice when she's already with Mr.

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

him like the chip woman she is,

Shirley, Janice was

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

Idward gone and Simon icious, how could the possibly survive in

would be Impossible

crawl

thought brought a faint smile to Simon's face as he glanced down at the hand slowly roaming

and her demane dripping with a

to the Amelia

had always been the alood, untouchable type the elegant young lady who carried herself with a cold, quiet pride that left the boys in their town feeling unworthy

back then had be nothing more than a way for him to satisfy the lingering bitterness of his

As for low?