Revenge is best served cold

I really thought I managed to accomplish what I had set out to do before I heard the last part of Mr. Simpson's sentence. But if that had happened, it would also mean that I tried too hard in my past life.

I tried to probe and asked, "Please go ahead and tell me what needs to be done."

He fell silent for a brief moment. It was as if he merely wanted to make things difficult for me for the sake of it earlier, but he didn't actually have anything in mind.

I almost couldn't hold back a yawn when Mr. Simpson suddenly said, "My wife won't be home for a good while. I don't know how to cook, and I've gotten tired of the outside food. Here's what I want. You'll come over to my place and make lunch for me before she's home. If I'm satisfied with every meal you cook, I'll sign the contract with you."

Mr. Simpson gave me a cunning and mischievous look. "What say you?"

I gave it some thought and nodded. "Okay."

He didn't count on me agreeing to his terms that quickly. He asked, "Are you certain? My wife is quite carefree. Not even I can change her mind if she decides to come home next year."

I nodded in response. "It's okay. I have a lot of personal signature dishes."

If memory served me right, Mrs. Simpson would be home within a month. It worked out well for me. I could assemble the research team first. Then, we could begin the research once Mr. Simpson joined us.

I walked out of his villa after we had designated a time for me to come over every day.

To my surprise, Jeremiah and Elsa were still around. He immediately stood upright when he saw me coming out. He gave me a mocking look, and his voice was laced with malicious joy when he spoke. "Were you kicked out as well?"

Before I could respond, he continued, "I knew it. Someone like you doesn't deserve to talk to Mr. Simpson."

I chuckled nonchalantly and asked, "You were kicked out much earlier. How do you explain that?"

Jeremiah's eyes became shifty. "That's because Mr. Simpson was concerned about your reputation. He cut you some slack because you're a lady."

I laughed and shook my head. "Wow, your imagination has exceeded my expectations, Mr. Cornell. Color me surprised."

I turned and faced Elsa. "Didn't you take him to the doctor and get his head checked?"

A hint of embarrassment flashed in her eyes when she heard what I said, but she stayed true to her

hypocritical self and said, "How

could you say this about Jerepel.net?

Jane? You two used to love each

other when all's said and done. Your words are too heartless."

I clicked my tongue in amazement. It was too tiresome to communicate with the biggest weirdos in the whole wide world. I couldn't be. bothered to waste words on them. I had better things to do. So, I turned

around and intended toet

Jeremiah saw it and hurriedly stood in my way. "Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

I raised my head and looked at him wordlessly.

He seemed a little uneasy when he saw how calm I was. He cleared his throat and rubbed his nose. His eyes were shifty when he asked, "What did you and Mr. Simpson talk about?"

I returned his gaze nonchalantly with a smirk on my lips. "Are you begging me?"

Jeremiah immediately denied it, saying, "Like hell, I would. Dream on, Jane!"noveldrama

Then, he instantly gave me a

puzzled look. "Brown Group is

developing well right now, Jane. Why do you have to compete with me? Just mind your own damn business. Why do you insist on meddling? You're a woman, and you ought to

act like one."

I was quite surprised to see Jeremiah showing his true colors this quickly. It was faster than I had thought.

I stared at his frustrated expression and cocked my head. Then, I put on the

biggest smile I could muster and said softly, "I want to do it. Bite me."