Bride to Be, Not Me

Chapter 180

On Monday morning, Janice went to the Secretary of State's office before work to meet Simon and change the company's legal representative. She waited nearly 40 minutes before he finally showed up, looking distinctly annoyed.

When he saw Janice, his scowl deepened. He didn't say a word, clearly unwilling to speak to her.

Trailing behind him, Janice said casually, "The loan repayment is due soon, Mr. Fitzgerald. You'd better pay on time."

Simon spun around, anger flashing in his eyes. "Are you a debt collector or what?"

"You could just stop owing me money. Then I wouldn't have to ask," Janice replied calmly.

Now that her life was finally at peace, Janice reflected on Simon's actions, which only deepened her resentment toward him. His continued attempts to use her, even after their breakup, strengthened her resolve not to let him off easy.

They approached the service counter and submitted all the required documents. The officer glanced at the company name and then looked at Simon.

Simon's expression turned dark as he gritted his teeth. "What are you staring at?"

The officer looked down and continued processing the paperwork. After a moment, the officer asked, "Let me confirm you're changing the legal representative for Refined Threads Co. to Ms. Janice Smith?"

Janice nodded. "Yes."

as the officer was about to stamp the documents,

Simon felt a pang of despair. "Janice, do you really want to take everything from me?" he asked,

gaze remained steady. "Mr. Fitzgerald, watch your words. I'm not taking anything. I'm reclaiming

along with the seamstresses'. He had contributed only his name

of legal representative. From

a chill run through his body. He had always prided himself on being the owner of a publicly traded company. In his hometown, he used to stand above everyone else. Even Arthur, who had been in the same social circle as Amelia's parents, had treated

now, he

of the Secretary of State's

you care about?" He wondered why she was

then continued

was now hers or because Edward had eased the anger she had been carrying

to help you.

my hard work feel worthless. You never saw me as a person, and you didn't care about Jacob's life. I never asked you to

breath, her gaze unwavering. "Simon, I deserve Refined Threads Co. I owe you

leaving Simon standing there. The snowfall, which had been light

the Secretary of State's office, his knuckles quickly bruising and bleeding, but he didn't seem to feel a

Janice's departing Cullinan with a dark look on his face. He muttered, "Janice, you think e becoming the legal representative of

started working in her office

Group when a knock on the door