Bride to Be, Not Me

Chapter 285

Janice's video, combined with Amelia's mocking words, pushed Sarah over the edge. She threw her phone aside and lunged at Amelia, grabbing her hair. "You filthy scumbag! I'll shut your damn mouth!"

Zedrick's kick struck her side with force. Sarah cried out as pain shot through her waist, sending her sprawling to the floor.

The bodyguards burst through the door, swiftly pinning her down and smacking her face again and again.

Zedrick's icy gaze locked onto her as he said in a low and menacing voice, "You still don't get it, huh? This is how Simon learned his lesson."

Sarah had never really taken a real beating before-just a few slaps from Helena at most. But this time, with punches and kicks hitting hard, the pain got overwhelming real fast, and she passed out.

Amelia, devoid of fear, coldly watched as Sarah lay motionless on the floor. After all, Amelia was practically done for. Why would she care about the fate of someone she despised?

"Just leave her," Amelia ordered, her voice ice cold. "When she wakes up, she'll get back to the kitchen." Amelia had already decided she was going to make Sarah's life a living nightmare.

Meanwhile, she contacted a few tabloids to make sure Sarah's job as a maid made headlines.

Helena called Simon that same day. "Simon, did Sarah really become a maid?" she asked, her voice full of worry.

do whatever she wants,"

Maid: Is Refine Threads Co. Collapsing, or Is the Fitzgerald Heiress Embracing Real Life as a Maid?" The headline was pure clickbait,

business partners, who used to keep in touch regularly, were now completely shutting him out. The

dialing numbers from his phone, he rushed to secure investments. He couldn't just sit back and do nothing. He had

Spencer, we've worked on a few projects together, right?" Simon said. "Sorry, Mr. Fitzgerald, I'm really busy right now. Let's talk later," the man replied. "Uh, Mr. Spencer-" Simon started, but

not giving up, kept calling his other business partners. "Mr. Hudson?

was the curt response

got cut short, and frustration twisted Simon's face. He fumed silently about the ungrateful

teeth, he fought to control his anger

Wood, please, don't hang up!" Simon begged, desperation creeping

wearily on

quickly, urgency in his tone. "Mr. Wood, we've had a good relationship these past few years. You trusted me back then. I'm just going through a rough patch now. Please,

realistic," Stanley said. "The crochet industry in Greenfield City is a mess right now. Everyone's on edge, worried about being pushed out by the big

company before!"

saying, "I've got

ungrateful! Just because I'm down on my luck now, you think you can turn your back on me like