Revenge is best served cold

Jeremiah seemingly didn't expect me to be this straightforward. For a moment there, his mind drew a blank, and he didn't know how to respond to me.

I chuckled and continued, "More to the point, no one would say no to more money. I didn't take it from you in any unscrupulous manner. The market is there, and those capable will be able to secure it. Naturally, Brown Group wants to grow bigger and stronger as well.

"We arrived at Mr. Simpson's place together. If he had chosen you instead, I would've had to accept it as well.

Then, I put on a taunting smile and added, "It's a shame that you're not as competent as you'd like to be. That's why you can't change his mind."

Jeremiah's expression immediately turned ashen, and his feet even wobbled a little. My spirit lifted when I saw it.

Elsa instinctively held his arm and steadied him, only to have him fling her hand away. She was immediately rooted to the spot. The next moment, a hint of impatience flashed in her eyes.

After Jeremiah pushed Elsa away, he took a step forward and looked at me aggressively. A hint of mania flashed in his eyes as he approached me step by step.

"Eric took a project away from Cornell Group previously. This time, you showed up and threw a wrench into my plans. Are you doing this because you want to capture my attention and make me fall in love with you again?"

For a second there, it felt like everything froze in place.

It had never occurred to me that Jeremiah could still be this narcissistic at a time like this. I was about to say something when a strong pair of arms gripped me and pulled me away from him.noveldrama

I raised my head and found myself staring at Eric's cold and grim expression. It suddenly popped into my mind that he said he would get off work earlier and swing by to pick me up. That was why I sent him the location earlier.

Eric looked at Jeremiah. His voice was cold and nonchalant when he said again, "Please show my wife some respect, Mr. Cornell. There are surveillance cameras in every corner of this neighborhood. I can call the police on you anytime I want."

Jeremiah coughed lightly when he thought about going to the police station, and he swiftly resumed his normal self. After all, it wouldn't be the first time Eric had him arrested.

Right now, everyone in the Cornell family had to protect their own butts. If Jeremiah was put behind bars, his family would do anything to get him out, but they would also give him an earful about it.

He hurriedly smiled and waved. "I didn't touch her. There's still a good distance between me and her, Mr. Flint. I guess you can say that we forgot to keep a distance between us because we were so into our conversation."

Jeremiah shot Eric a mysterious look. "Have you heard of a saying, Mr. Flint?" "What is it?" Eric raised an eyebrow and signaled for him to keep going.

Jeremiah promptly responded, "A woman's virtue lies in her lack of talents. Jane is very cunning and scheming now. Watch out, or she'll sell you out before you know

it."

Eric tightened his grip on me when he heard what Jeremiah said. "You might not have noticed it, but I love an intelligent lady. You failed to realize her strong suit and lost on her. I'll have you know that it's pointless trying to drive a wedge between us." Content befongs to

Jeremiah pursed his lips when Eric saw through his little mind game. "How boring."

Then, I noticed something about Elsa, who was standing behind Jeremiah. It seemed like she was no longer defending him the way she did previously.

Under normal circumstances, she would've stepped forward and said something hypocritical at a time like this. This time, however, she actually just stood aside and watched.

Her gaze even traveled betweenly.

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and Eric, and there was a complicated look on her face.

him

I tugged at Eric's sleeve and said, "Let's not waste our time here. It's boring."

Eric nodded and kept me in his arms while he led me back to the car.

I looked out the car window. I wasn't sure what was happening, but Jeremiah and

Elsa seemed to be talking to each other with sour expressions.

Instead of asking the driver to stop the car, I stared at them quietly until they disappeared from sight.

Eric was the one who broke the silence and asked, "How did the visit go?"