Bride To Be Not Me (Janice and Simon) novel Chapter 180

On Monday morning, Janice went to the Secretary of State's office before work to meet Simon and change the company's legal representative. She waited nearly 40 minutes before he finally showed up, looking distinctly annoyed.

When he saw Janice, his scowl deepened. He didn't say a word, clearly unwilling to speak to her.

Trailing behind him, Janice said casually, "The loan repayment is due soon, Mr. Fitzgerald. You'd better pay on time."

Simon spun around, anger flashing in his eyes. "Are you a debt collector or what?"

"You could just stop owing me money. Then I wouldn't have to ask," Janice replied calmly.

Now that her life was finally at peace, Janice reflected on Simon's actions, which only deepened her resentment toward him. His continued attempts to use her, even after their breakup, strengthened her resolve not to let him off easy.

They approached the service counter and submitted all the required documents. The officer glanced at the company name and then looked at Simon.

Simon's expression turned dark as he gritted his teeth. "What are you staring at?"

The officer looked down and continued processing the paperwork. After a moment, the officer asked, "Let me confirm—you're changing the legal representative for Refined Threads Co. to Ms. Janice Smith?"

Janice nodded. "Yes."

Just as the officer was about to stamp the documents, Simon suddenly shouted, "Wait!"

Both the officer and Janice looked at him. Simon felt a pang of despair. "Janice, do you really want to take everything from me?" he asked, his voice strained.

Janice's gaze remained steady. "Mr. Fitzgerald, watch your words. I'm not taking anything. I'm reclaiming what's mine."

Refined Threads Co. was built on her hard work, along with the seamstresses'. He had contributed only his name and image—nothing more.

The officer stamped the documents, finalizing the change of legal representative. From that moment on, Refined Threads Co. no longer belonged to Simon.

Simon felt a chill run through his body. He had always prided himself on being the owner of a publicly traded company. In his hometown, he used to stand above everyone else. Even Arthur, who had been in the same social circle as Amelia's parents, had treated him with respect.

But now, he had nothing.

Stepping out of the Secretary of State's office, Simon found it was snowing again.

"Janice!" he called out, stopping her. "Is money really all you care about?" He wondered why she was clinging to Refined Threads Co. so tightly.