Bride to Be, Not Me

Chapter 197

Amelia stepped into the business car and immediately spotted Janice in the back seat. Her face was pale, and Edward was carefully dabbing her dry lips with a cotton pad. His movements were careful and almost tender.

Seeing them together, Amelia felt a pang of guilt. "I..."

He asked, "You met with Simon?"

"Yeah." Amelia fidgeted with her hands. "Don't worry. I'll keep my word. It's already done."

Edward didn't know what she had planned to take Simon down.

"Someone with the last name Appleton gave him money. Did you know about

that?" he asked.

"Elsie and her father?" Amelia was stunned.

So, that was why Simon was keeping Elsie around-she was useful.

"I see."

If she wanted to take Simon down, she'd have to cut off all his lifelines—including Sarah.

Amelia clenched her teeth and muttered, "Elsie, you have no one to blame but yourself."

their conversation, Janice didn't even glance at Amelia. She treated Amelia with

she watched from a distance as Edward slowly assisted Janice into the

nothing more than a

...

second round of the competition, only six entries remained. Each

had come to the event. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to imagine just how much the international

and lacked the same vibrancy. But this year's designs were completely different. They were bold,

the audience and frowned. "These contestants must've had

Edward noticed it too.

but her design was in a league of its own.

question about the quality of her

might not win the Best Seamstress

Edward understood the situation

judges will likely give newcomers a chance to stand out. They won't let

won again, it would only invite backlash from foreign competitors and put Prosper Stitch Group

there's something I never told you. Years ago, a company sent

darkened. "What's the

was a Cruznia-owned company, but the employees were

second round were announced, and there was no reason to stay any longer. Janice had only

wanted to take over, but she wasn't about to let that happen. Crochet was part of Cruznia's

arm outside the competition hall, and she turned around. The man had distinct Cruznian features, but he looked

you,

man who had