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."

was about to stamp

looked at him. Simon felt a pang of despair. "Janice, do you really want

"Mr. Fitzgerald, watch your words. I'm not taking anything. I'm

with the seamstresses'. He had

officer stamped the documents, finalizing the change of legal representative. From that moment on, Refined Threads Co. no longer belonged to

had always prided himself on being the owner of a publicly traded company. In his hometown, he used

he had

of the Secretary of State's office, Simon found

about?" He wondered why she was

then continued

Co. was now hers or because Edward had eased the anger she

everything I had to help you. But you treated me like I didn't matter, choosing to

me and disregarded everything I did, making my hard work feel worthless. You never saw me as a person, and you didn't

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

turned and walked away, leaving Simon standing there. The snowfall, which had been light before, now

punched the pillar outside the Secretary of State's office, his knuckles quickly bruising and bleeding, but he didn't

"Janice, you think e becoming the legal representative of Refined Threads Co. means you've won? Don't forget, my people are

started working in her office at the

when a knock on the door interrupted