Bride to Be, Not Me

Chapter 254

Myra couldn't hold back her fiery temper. A loud smack echoed through the room as she landed a sharp slap across Simon's face.

"How dare you hit my son?" Helena shrieked.

Myra had been raised as a pampered heiress. She was protected by her older sister, spoiled by her parents, and cherished by her husband after marriage. She hadn't lost her temper in years. But now? She was furious.

Taking a deep breath to contain her rage, she snapped, "Take this family to the lounge!"

The bodyguards obeyed without hesitation, dragging the three of them away. Calvin's gaze swept across the room, landing on the seamstresses.

The moment his eyes passed over them, they pretended to be busy as if they hadn't seen or heard a thing.

Of course, they were on the Moores' side!

Even Maggie couldn't hide her amusement as she watched Simon get dragged away.

Calvin turned to Janice with a gentle tone. "You focus on your work. We'll handle this. There's no need to let these pests waste your time."

Edward had specifically asked him to keep an eye out for Janice while he was away. As Edward's brother, he wouldn't let him down.

And Janice truly did have work to do. She gestured for her secretary to keep an eye on things and left for a meeting. There had been a sudden fluctuation in the overseas market, and she needed to fix it.

In the lounge, Terry sat off to the side, flipping through a business magazine as if this were just another ordinary day. Meanwhile, Myra stood in front of the Fitzgeralds, towering over them. Her expression was cold.

"I heard from the bodyguards that you came here demanding my future niece-in- law's life in return. Moral blackmail, huh?"

She flicked her fingers, signaling to the bodyguards.

the room. The

"You! How dare

She married into your family and even had a wedding with you, yet you never registered the marriage. She took care of your household for so

shouldn't you be responsible for taking care

disease! Our family would rather end ourselves than let her

the ones being taken care of, is that it?

expensive—just a few pills and a

shrieked. "Why don't you just

media over and let the whole world see

her, but

their cameras

other had already stepped back,

moment the reporters saw

that you've fallen on hard times, and now, you're trying to use a 'life debt' to blackmail Ms. Smith of Prosper Stitch Group. Is your

you demanded crochet pieces from Ms.

not just

overheard you asking for

several years of your life.' Mr. Fitzgerald,

such demands of a

career?"

nonsense!" Simon

then,

you were up to no good. Well, guess what? The secretary and the seamstresses recorded everything you said

drained of color. Then, he came to a realization and yelled, "This

wildly as