Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 2 The First Person They'll Save Jeremiah's words made me laugh. If Elsa did have an appendicitis attack, how could she recover so shortly and be drinking at a bar?

But no matter how absurd her excuses were, Jeremiah would believe anything she said.

I started remembering my past life.

One time after I made her madd, Elsa claimed to have chest pain and difficulty breathing. Jeremiah then locked me in the house and placed me under 24-hour surveillance, even forbidding me from attending my father's birthday.

As memories of my past life flooded my mind, I clenched my teeth in hatred. Jeremiah had blatantly worn away the love I once had for him.

But at the thought of his power... I had to admit that the current me was no match for him, and there was also Jack making things worse.

I clenched my fist and vowed to stay away from Jeremiah in this life. I had to protect my parents and myself at all costs.

Yet I couldn't suppress my surging anger and shot back at him, "Are you saying there was no one around you who could've helped? Did it have to be you?"

carrying her last time, and this time, you got into a fight for her sake. What's next? Are they going to catch

Brown!" Jeremiah roared as he

take care of Elsa in the first place? And now, you're being paranoid and suspicious. What do you want

in Elsa was why I ended up in such

qualifications matched Cornell Group, a company built on

genuinely wanted to help her.

I got her a job as a designer at Cornell Group through Jeremiah's connections. But instead of being grateful, she resented me and

hated that as daughters of

She believed she was regarded as a maid

when we were trapped in a raging

treated as family harbor such twisted thoughts? What maid would get treated

same food as me, attended grand events, and mingled with the elite. I had always regarded her as my sister. Decisions about family shares and the