Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 7 His Rival Scoops Me Up I owned a villa by Willowbrook Lake. It was a gift from my parents, and it was finally proving useful.

Once I arrived, the chauffeur offered to help me move in, but I just wanted to do it alone. So, I found an excuse to send him off and started moving the boxes myself.

The boxes weren't too heavy, but the constant trips up and down were exhausting since the bedroom was on the second floor. I was already panting by the second round.

As I stood in front of the third box catching my breath, a surprised male voice came from behind me. "Jane?"

Why did the voice sound so familiar? I turned around in confusion, and when I saw the tall man in a white shirt and black pants walking toward me, I froze.

Eric Flint? What was he doing here?

Eric and I went to the same college. He was the president of the student council while Jeremiah was the vice president. The two often clashed over work and constantly fought. Over time, they became mortal enemies.

Since Jeremiah disliked Eric, I never got close to him. We were just acquaintances who exchanged polite nods though we crossed paths frequently.

But he was the one who extended a helping hand during my lowest moments in my past life. Now that I saw Eric, it almost felt like he radiated the glow of a savior.

tricks on me." He approached, and his gaze landed on the boxes

smiled and answered truthfully,

teasing tone, "Splitting up

Jeremiah could never match his verbal sparring, and

judging from what he said... It seemed he had

a bystander, he could see through Jeremiah and Elsa's relationship. Yet Jeremiah

deceptions in my

exhaled slowly and replied, "He didn't kick me out. I decided to move out, but his mistress moving in isn't far

Elsa would waste no

bent down to lift the heaviest box, a strong arm intercepted and took it over.

the box and headed

from behind.

I often came here to recover from heartbreak and even ran into him several times. But I didn't expect to see him

body lurched forward, and my knees slammed into the stairs as the box flew out of my grip. I

his box and rushed over to help me. "Where are