Bride to Be, Not Me

Chapter 267

Janice didn't spare Simon a second glance before turning and getting into the car.

This time, Simon didn't chase after her. He already knew which hotel she was staying at.

Luther was about to leave as well, but Simon stepped in his way and handed him a cigarette. "Mr. Ziegler, long time no see."

Back in the day, Simon would have never done something like this. But times had changed, and it seemed he had learned to lower his head when necessary.

Credit for that went to Louis and his very effective "lessons" in humility, delivered with fists and kicks.

Luther had no choice but to take the cigarette and light it. He said sincerely, "Look, you two grew up together and even had a thing for a while. Why not just wish each other well and move on? We're all from the same hometown, after all. Who knows? Maybe one day, when we're old, our kids might even become friends."

He was genuinely worried that the Fitzgerald family would pull some stunt and drive Janice away. And then what? Where would the people of this town find work?

In just a few days, her factory had already hired over 500 workers, and that was just the beginning. A single factory of Prosper Stitch Group needed thousands of employees.

This Yewford Town factory was only the company's second expansion outside their main location. Luther had every reason to keep an eye on things and make sure everything went smoothly.

Simon chuckled. "Mr. Ziegler, you've got it all wrong. Janice and I just had some disagreements, that's all. Big cities are full of temptations, and she wants to spread her wings-I get it. But no matter how far someone flies, they can't forget their roots, don't you think?"

sigh. "I've got things to do, so I'll

Regret hit him hard.

he would be the one standing tall in

wasn't too

Janice and Edward weren't married yet. And if

hotel, the owner had just received word—the top executive of the new

arranged, and everything else could be handed off to the right people for follow-up. Just

glanced at Edward on the

got up and walked over. "Who is

Ms. Smith, your delivery is

A delivery?

the peephole, she saw that it was indeed the hotel receptionist who had been bringing

opened the door, only to find the receptionist crouched down, struggling to lift an enormous bouquet of

stepped aside, frowning in

into the room, then paused at Janice's words. "But the order has your room number on it. There's even a card, so

card from between the

a word, she slipped the

asked, "Do

guard. But since this was