Bride to Be, Not Me

Chapter 254 Myra couldn't hold back her fiery temper. A loud smack echoed through the room as she landed a sharp slap across Simon's face.

"How dare you hit my son?" Helena shrieked.

Myra had been raised as a pampered heiress. She was protected by her older sister, spoiled by her parents, and cherished by her husband after marriage. She hadn't lost her temper in years. But now? She was furious.

Taking a deep breath to contain her rage, she snapped, "Take this family to the lounge!" The bodyguards obeyed without hesitation, dragging the three of them away. Calvin's gaze swept across the room, landing on the seamstresses.

The moment his eyes passed over them, they pretended to be busy as if they hadn't seen or heard a thing. Of course, they were on the Moores' side! Even Maggie couldn't hide her amusement as she watched Simon get dragged away.

Calvin turned to Janice with a gentle tone. "You focus on your work. We'll handle this. There's no need to let these pests waste your time." Edward had specifically asked him to keep an eye out for Janice while he was away. As Edward's brother, he wouldn't let him down.

And Janice truly did have work to do. She gestured for her secretary to keep an eye on things and left for a meeting. There had been a sudden fluctuation in the overseas market, and she needed to fix it.

In the lounge, Terry sat off to the side, flipping through a business magazine as if this were just another ordinary day. Meanwhile, Myra stood in front of the Fitzgeralds, towering over them. Her expression was cold.

"I heard from the bodyguards that you chere demanding my future niece-in- law's life in return. Moral blackmail, huh?" She flicked her fingers, signaling to the bodyguards.

Moments later, Amelia stepped into the room. The sight of her shocked the Fitzgeralds.

Simon's reaction was instant. "You! How dare you show your face here?" Myra blocked his view. "What's the matter, Simon? Didn't you and Amelia once have a relationship? She married into your family and even had a wedding with you, yet you never registered the marriage. She took care of your household for so long, but the moment she fell ill, you threw her out like garbage." Her eyes narrowed as she continued, "By your logic, shouldn't you be responsible for taking care of her for the rest of her life?" "No way!" Helena screamed. "She was infected with that disgusting disease! Our family would rather end ourselves than let her back in!" Myra let out a cold laugh. "Oh? So it's only convenient for you when you're the ones being taken care of, is that it? If you expect Janice to spend her whole life repaying your so-called life debt, then you should be prepared to do so for Amelia." She folded her arms. "Her treatment isn't even that expensive—just a few pills and a few check-ups here and there. A million dollars a month should be enough." "How much?" Helena shrieked. "Why don't you just rob us instead?" Myra smirked. "Oh? So, you're unwilling to do so? Then let's call the media over and let the whole world see what kind of filthy, hypocritical family you really are." Simon tried to stop her, but it was already too late.

The reporters swarmed in like a hive of bees with their cameras flashing as their microphones were shoved in their faces.

Myra and the other had already stepped back, leaving Sunny behind to handle them.

The moment the reporters saw Simon, they pounced.

"Mr. Fitzgerald! It's been reported that you've fallen on hard times, and now, you're trying to use a 'life debt' to blackmail Ms. Smith of Prosper Stitch Group. Is your family really that desperate?" "I heard from the seamstresses that you demanded crochet pieces from Ms. Smith as compensation. Is that true?" "And not just that! They also overheard you asking for 'compensation for wasting several years of your life.' Mr. Fitzgerald, do you think it's acceptable for a man to make such demands of a woman who once helped him build his career?" "You... You're all talking nonsense!" Simon shoved the reporters aside.

But just then, Yvonne stepped forward while holding up a phone. "Talking nonsense?" Her voice was laced with sarcasm. "I knew you were up to no good. Well, guess what? The secretary and the seamstresses recorded everything you said to Ms. Smith just now. Are you still going to deny it?" Simon's face was drained of color. Then, he cto a realization and yelled, "This is a trap!" His eyes darted wildly as realization struck.

The reporters had arrived too quickly, which meant they had been waiting.

Yvonne's expression remained unreadable used to work for you, Mr.

Fitzgerald. I know you're not heartless, and everyone has their struggles. So, tell us. Who put you up to t this? If you tell us, we could help clean up your mess." She had asked because Janice had specifically instructed her to.

Janice knew exactly what kind of man Simon was. When backed into a corner, he'd sell anyone out to save his skin. And sure enough, after two seconds...

"The Onley Group!" Simon's mind spun at full speed. He grabbed a reporter's microphone and started playing the victim.

"It was Onley Group! They pressuredinto this! They used their wealth and influence to forceto go after Prosper Stitch Group! I only agreed because I wanted to use this opportunity to expose them!" His voice trembled with emotion as he continued, "Please, you have to helpescape their clutches!" The reporters froze as they exchanged glances.

The mysterious company had been in Brightwater City for a while, but they had themsely been keepigto" ile buyt to.co It turned out that they were already involved in dirty schemes like this? This was a bombshell.

On the other hand, Simon was feeling pretty good about the way things had turned out. If he could use Jancie to shake Onley Group, then why not? Yes! This was all Onley Group's doing! It had nothing to do with him.