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."

officer was about to stamp the documents,

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

words.

work, along with the seamstresses'. He had contributed

change of legal representative. From that

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

he

of State's office, Simon found

out, stopping her. "Is money really all you care about?" He wondered why

paused, then continued

because Edward had eased the anger

gave everything I had to help you. But you treated me like I

and disregarded everything I did, making 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 treat him well, but you

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

speaking, she turned and walked away, leaving Simon standing there. The snowfall,

outside the Secretary of State's office, his knuckles quickly bruising and bleeding, but

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

had just started working in her office at the

a knock on the