Bride To Be Not Me (Janice and Simon)

As soon as the client lett, Edward asked, "Is anything the matter?"

Janice went straight to the point, saying, “The crochet department might need to take expand."

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Without hesitation, Edward said, “Have the management arrange two floors for your team l'arrange for the finance department to reimburse for any tools that are needed. Just pick the most suitable ones; no need to worry about the price."

He knew how it worked-tools were fundamental for a seamstress.

"Thanks, Mr. Moore."

Edward reminded, "We're leaving tomorrow for Gallandia for an exhibition. There'll be people from Refined Threads Co.foo"

Janice lowered her game and said, "Okay"

However, after returning to the office, she didn't have the management arrange for the space. She wanted to make sure Refined Threads Co. was caught by surprise.

The crochet plece of Ode to the Lunar Castle was going to an international competition. She had to prepare another extraordinary piece in three months.

The international competition required two entries without thematic restrictions. Everything would depend on the seamstress creativity.

She looked at the unfinished design in front of her, and memories of her struggles came back. She was determined to bring this place to life with her skills.

As for the condit, Janice no longer wished to use her cousin's name.

“Mr. Fitzgerald, are you leading there personally?!

"Yes, book me a ticket. The exhibition this time around will feature some crochet pieces that have rarely been shown to the public 1 plan to buy a few. We need to make it to the Winter Tournament at - costs. Worst-case scenario, we'll use them as backup entries,"

Simon had set himself against Prosper Stitch Group. He simply didn't want Janice to be on a roll!

After ending the call, Simon received another call from the Office of the Public Prosecutor. They urged him to submit proof of the source of funds or they would meet in court

How would he be able to find the proof?

"Those funds came from investments. They were transferred to me via personal accounts. How am I supposed to produce evidence for the source of funds?"

“In that case, you can ask the companies that invested in you to provide the documentation. They should have the bank records."

It was a good suggestion.

Simon wasted no time. He immediately went to a company that produced crochet threads.

"Mr. Fitzgerald, what an honor to have you here,” lan Sanchez greeted him with great politmess.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Simon went to the point. “Can you provide proot regarding the funds you invested in Refined Threads co previously?" "Investment?" tan was confused. "I didn't invest in anything.” "How could that bet

Simon pointed at the last line of his bank statement, saying, “Janice said this is from your company's investment❞

The company was sible, so Simon didn't question the legitimacy of the money. After all, who would refuse money?

lansbook his head and sed, “Mr. Fitzgerald, you must be mistake. I've never lovested in Refined Threads Co."

Hearing that, Simon ground his teeth. But not wanting to be humiliated, he said, "Perhaps I made an error. I'll get back to you

After leaving the company and getting back to his car, Simon tried to recall and was certain that panice had said the funds were from this company. What was going on here?

He turned to his driver, saying "Ive in your phone"

Janice had blocked his number, so he had to use someone else's phone to call her.

After dialing it only took a few seconds before he heard a clear voice."Hello?"

Simon felt strange twinge from the sound of her voice Why had he never noticed how pleasant her voice was?

Snapping back to reality, he asked, “Janice, did you deliberately transter unidentified funds to my account to set me up?"

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