Revenge is best served cold

Mr. Simpson and I both looked at Jeremiah. We were curious about what he had

to say.

Jeremiah looked at Mr. Simpson and asked humbly, "Can I come in as well, Mr. Simpson?"

Mr. Simpson responded calmly, "Of course not. Do you think you can just enter and leave my place as you see fit?"

Jeremiah waved frantically and pointed at me. "How come she gets to go inside, then?"

"She knows how to cook," Mr. Simpson responded impatiently.

Jeremiah also noticed the impatience in Mr. Simpson's expression. He said hurriedly, "I can cook too, Mr. Simpson!"

Mr. Simpson heard what he said and sized him up before falling silent for a brief moment.

Jeremiah was nervous as Mr. Simpson eyed him with a scrutinizing gaze. Just as he thought Mr. Simpson was about to give in, he suddenly scoffed.

"Hard pass," Mr. Simpson said scornfully. "My observations conclude that you live a pampered life in a wealthy family. How dare you claim that you know how to cook? If you ask me, you don't even know how to wash vegetables."

I internally praised Mr. Simpson for his insight.

He was a keen judge of character. Jeremiah knew nothing about cooking. He only knew how to eat.

Jeremiah couldn't accept it, though. His flaw might've been pointed out, but that didn't stop him from defending himself. "Although I can't cook, who's to say that I can't learn?"

I couldn't help but laugh out loud, instantly drawing his disdainful gaze.noveldrama

"What are you staring at me for?" I spoke up nonchalantly. "Do you think this is a learning institute? Pick up your cooking skills elsewhere."

Mr. Simpson waved and signaled for Jeremiah to leave. Then, he turned around and headed into the villa.

I followed Mr. Simpson. Then, I turned around and saw that Jeremiah seemed to want to come inside as well. I stopped walking at once.

My lips curled into a grin as I looked at him calmly. "Take my advice and don't come. in. Mr. Simpson's household staff might be away, but he has the best security system the country. If you come inside without Mr. Simpson's permission, you'll be taken away very swiftly."

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As expected, Jeremiah didn't dare take another step after he heard what I said.

I turned around and caught up to Mr. Simpson. After I cooked the meal, I chatted

with him for a while. Then, I checked the time and saw that I should return to the company and deal with my work.

I had just gone out the door when Jeremiah immediately approached me. I

frowned as I looked at him. "What are you still doing here?"

He pressed in closer and closer. "From the looks of things, you've been coming here every day. Is that right?"

I didn't respond to him, but he probably took my silence as admission.

Jeremiah sized me up for a brief moment and suddenly laughed. There was a hint of lewdness in his grin.

"I've figured it out!" He suddenly boomed, giving me a scare.

I frowned and looked at him. "What do you mean?"

He grinned like a pervert and raised an eyebrow. "Can Mr. Simpson take it with you visiting him every day?"

"What on earth are you talking about?" I asked instinctively. The next moment, I had a feeling that something was wrong. When I saw the lewdness in his eyes, a revolting feeling immediately rose in

chest.

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Jeremiah took my silence as admission again. He believed he had guessed correctly and adopted a scornful expression at once. He looked at me

condescendingly and stared at me inquisitively.

"Surprise, surprise. The vice

president of Brown Group actually

sold herself out and slept with

erself.

someone just to achieve her goals. It's going to be the biggest scoop

ever if the reporters know about something this mind-blowing! If Eric knows about this..."

Jeremiah looked at me, his face contorting with a sickening grin. "Will Eric still

keep you around if he knows about this?"