Bride to Be, Not Me

Chapter 200

Louis' expression darkened as he listened to the dial tone after the call ended.

In the past, the International Crochet Union had always been willing to play ball. They could easily rig the results to favor whoever Onley Group wanted to win.

But over the last three or four years, the union had been rejecting the idea. They claimed the skill gap between the seamstresses was too obvious to justify any manipulation or favoritism.

It all started with a woman named Shirley from Cruznia, who had won multiple awards in a row. Her success had been a huge blow to Onley Group.

They thought that after intimidating her, she would stay away from the competition. And sure enough, Shirley didn't participate this year.

However, the International Crochet Union was still refusing to accept Onley Group's bribes. What was going on?

"Mr. Jovarek, take a look at this year's entries." Selwyn Lowell, his secretary, handed over photos of the submitted designs. "The difference in quality is glaring. Even if the union wanted to rig the results in our favor, the audience isn't blind."

Louis took one look and felt his heart sink. "Who's the designer for this entry?" "A Cruznian woman named Janice Smith," Selwyn replied.

Louis slammed his hand on the table. "Another Cruznian woman! How many talented seamstresses does that country have? We've recruited so many, yet none are the best."

"She isn't your average seamstress," Selwyn explained. "I looked into the crochet industry in Cruznia as you requested. Right now, there are two dominant players —an old brand called Melody & Loops Creations and another called Prosper Stitch Group."

"I've heard of Prosper Stitch Group," Louis said. "They have branches abroad, right?"

"Yes. Janice is representing that company and was poached to be the head of their Product Division. She's an incredibly capable woman."

Louis thought for a moment. "I'll be attending the finals in person the day after tomorrow."

to expand into Cruznia, they needed to recruit

...

could finally walk faster,

her bandages, but she managed to do it herself

a new suit. Standing there with his head lowered and focusing on his phone, he made Janice momentarily

"Edward, you're so..."

"Hmm?"

she said with an

walked over. He pulled her into

most beautiful woman

laughed softly and took a breath. "Don't make

telling the truth,"

of the hotel.

...

format. This time, however, the designers' names,

the venue was

eyes turned to them. Last time, they arrived early and

one, noticed

in. "Mr. Jovarek, that's

that

something to add to her

glance, she

intimidating. That was the

served as her armor

that the dark horse entry