Bride To Be Not Me (Janice and Simon)

As for how Janice would eliminate Simon completely?

For example, just two hours after Simon was driven home by his driver, he was jolted awake by a phone call. It was from Steven, the Solterra materials supplier. He urged Simon to transfer the remaining balance immediately.

After wiring the money, another two hours passed before the factory's materials manager called. "The batch of raw materials is near expiration. If the materials aren't used within a month, the quality will deteriorate, and it may no longer be usable."

The alcohol in Simon's system dissipated in an instant.

It was nearly 11:00 pm.

He was not too worried, though. He planned to have the seamstresses start work the next morning. They'd quickly turn the materials into finished products and sell them before any losses could occur.

But then, Maggie led the seamstresses in a strike.

"What's the meaning of this, Maggie?"

She was direct over the phone. "Mr. Fitzgerald, we work for money. You still haven't paid us our wages. We didn't want to push you, but I've already reported it

to the labor bureau. You'd better compensate us. We're quitting."noveldrama

"Where else can you go after leaving Refined Threads Co.?"

"That's none of your concern." With that, she hung up.

That night, Simon stood by his window, watching the light snowfall outside. An inexplicable sense of foreboding crept up his spine.

He had been set up. The materials were near expiration, and silk threads were particularly prone to degradation. Even if he forced production, the final product's quality would suffer.

And to make matters worse, another announcement spread through Greenfield City at the same time. Starting this year, the prices of finished crochet products would be regulated.

When Simon saw this news, he was utterly stunned.

His phone buzzed. It was Heidi.

"Hello?"

"Did you get the passcode?" she asked.

Simon snapped back to reality. "I got it."

"The person on duty at the National Crochet Union tonight is someone I know. Get over here now. I'll take you inside."

Simon did not have time to think about anything else. This was the priority. He immediately called for his driver. As he stepped out of his villa, the snowstorm blurred his vision. For some reason, he felt a deep chill seeping into his bones.

It was one issue after another-silk close to expiring, striking seamstresses, price controls on finished products...

He shook his head, telling himself he was just overthinking because of the

alcohol. He could not afford to be paranoid. With Janice's crochet piece, his future would be smooth sailing.

Yes. Everything would be fine.

Suppressing his unease, Simon got into the car and headed for the National Crotchet Union building.

Twenty minutes later, Simon arrived at the meeting point. He pulled a mask over his face before following Heidi into the building. The place was completely empty.

"I've bribed the security guard, and the surveillance cameras are off. Just don't mess up the passcode," Heidi warned.

Simon nodded, his hands shaking slightly as he stared at the cold metal safe. He took a deep breath.

"Hurry up," Heidi urged in a hushed voice.

Forcing himself to stay calm, Simon carefully keyed in the numbers.

...

Outside the National Crotchet Union

building, a loud alarm blared through the night, piercing through the snowfall like an earthquake siren Janice stepped out of her Cullinan, her gaze calm as she looked at the building.

The alarm had been blaring for half a minute when Heidi and Simon burst out of the building in a panic.

The next second, the heavy snowfall blurred Simon's vision. Through the storm, he thought he saw someone. It was a woman in a white coat, standing in the raging snow.

The alarm echoed through the night. Heidi had already fled. Simon, however, stood frozen in place.

It was partly because of fear and partly because his reaction was sluggish from

the alcohol. And partly because the police had arrived.

The heavy snowfall blanketed the night. It was the fifth day of the new year.

Simon saw Janice approaching him step by step.

"Simon."

Snowflakes clung to his lashes.

She chuckled lightly. "You even got my birthday wrong."

Simon finally snapped out of it, rage flooding his system. "You tricked me... You did this on purpose!"

"I didn't trick you. I just didn't expect you to remember it wrong." Her smile was colder than the falling snow.

She was telling the truth. The passcode was her birthday. She had planned to catch him red-handed. The alarm going off had simply been a delightful surprise.

The police were here, and there was nowhere for Simon to run. He had no way to explain himself either. As the officers led him away, he glared at Janice.

She laughed softly. "I told you, I'd never let you find your way back up."

The snowstorm raged on, filling the sky.

Half an hour after Simon was taken into custody, a breaking news story dominated Greenfield City headlines.

"Janice Smith, director of Product

Division at Prosper Stitch Group

officially announces her resignation from Refined Threads Co. and the withdrawal of her shares."