Revenge is best served cold

Without another word, I stepped forward and pressed the doorbell.

Jeremiah scoffed. "There's no one home. You can press that button all you want. It's not gonna open any doors for you."

I turned to him, raising an eyebrow. "Oh? And how exactly do you know that?"

He let out a cold huff. "I've been waiting here for ages, and there hasn't been a single sound from inside. If no one's answering, what else could it mean?"

His expression was full of disdain. "I got here way before you. Even if someone were home, I'd be the one going in first."

"Is that so?" I sneered, ignoring him as I rang the doorbell again.

Unlike him, I had already contacted Mr. Simpson's assistant beforehand.

I had made my formal request for a meeting, and the assistant had confirmed that Mr. Simpson was home. He even mentioned that he'd pass my message along. That was the only reason I had come, stew in hand.noveldrama

On the other hand, Jeremiah had clearly just shown up unannounced.

I rang the doorbell a few times, but there was still no response from inside.

Elsa stepped forward, her tone laced with amusement. "Jane, Jeremiah already told you there's no one home. This is getting a little embarrassing."

She turned toward Jeremiah with a soft smile. "Isn't that right?"

Jeremiah let out a smug laugh and sauntered over, reaching out as if to pat my shoulder. I sidestepped easily, dodging his hand.

For a brief second, embarrassment flashed across his face, but he quickly masked it with indifference and let out another cold huff.

"Quit putting on a show." He scoffed. "You might as well leave now. You won't beat me at this."

I arched a brow. "And why exactly should I leave?"

Meeting his gaze, I smirked. "What's wrong? Afraid I'll outshine you?

"As far as I know, your company is on the brink of collapse. You desperately need the renewable energy sector to bail you out."

The moment I said this, Elsa's face twisted in shock. Judging by her reaction, it was clear she had no idea about the Cornell Group's situation.

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I curled my lips into a cold smirk and looked straight at Elsa. "Looks like your dear deremiah hasn't told you the truth about his company's situation. You're just following him around so blindly. Careful now, or you might end up losing both your money and your man."

Elsa's expression darkened, but she still tried to keep her composure. She turned

to Jeremiah, doubt flickering in her eyes.

Jeremiah avoided her gaze, his expression stiff with guilt. "Since when do you get to comment on Cornell Group?"

Then, as if trying to shift the focus,

he turned back to Elsa and

reassured her, saying, "Don't listen to her nonsense. Cornell Group is investing in renewable energy because it's the future."

His eyes then swept over me, filled with a calculating amusement. "But you..." His gaze lingered, his tone laced with mockery. "You just can't help but follow my every move, huh? Don't tell me you still have feelings for me and-"

I cut him off before he could finish, my face twisting in disgust. "Look in a damn mirror." My voice dripped with disdain. "Not everyone is like Elsa, willing to pick up trash."

Elsa's face went deathly pale. She pressed her lips together, too humiliated to speak.

Jeremiah was about to retort when the door suddenly swung open. A man in his 50s stood at the entrance, looking thoroughly irritated. It was Mr. Simpson.

His brows were tightly furrowed as he swept a glance over us. "All this bickering! Anyone passing by would think you're about to set up a damn opera stage at my front door."

At his words, I immediately composed myself and offered a polite apology. "Sorry, Mr. Simpson. We didn't mean to disturb you."

However, Jeremiah refused to back down. "It's got nothing to do with me. She's the one picking a fight."

Mr. Simpson shot him an unimpressed look, and his gaze was filled with barely concealed disdain. Then, his eyes shifted to me-or rather, to the container in my hands.

His brow arched. "What's inside?"

I answered obediently, "Pork stew. Freshly made."

Mr. Simpson let out a light harrumph, the irritation in his expression easing slightly.

After a pause, he finally stepped aside. "Come in."