Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 129 Whose Jacket Is This Elsa collapsed weakly against Jeremiah, unable to control her sobs.

With my cold and composed expression, it almost looked like I was bullying her.

"It's not Jane's fault. I'm the one who wanted to kneel. I just really want to make her feel better." Jeremiah snorted in response. "Why bother explaining? If she doesn't believe you, then forget it."

"Let's go!" Jeremiah wrapped his arm around Elsa's shoulders and coldly said those words before turning to leave.

"Wait."

Hearing my voice, both Jeremiah and Elsa turned around. Jeremiah raised an eyebrow as he sported a proud look on his face. It seemed like he had been waiting for me to back down.

But Elsa, standing next to him, looked nervous as if she feared I might do something to steal Jeremiah away from her.

"Take Elsa with you today, and don't ever come looking for me again. Even if the Cornells force you, I won't ever look at you again."

As Jeremiah's gaze flickered for a moment, I stepped forward and moved close to Elsa.

In a voice only she could hear, I said slowly, "I don't settle for anything second-rate. If you like him so much, then he's all yours. Make sure to appreciate him."

had captured the photos I needed. Once I heard everything was in order, I finally relaxed and enjoyed the calm as I strolled down the path outside

out here alone?" A familiar voice came from

his eyes filled with amusement. "What are you doing here? Did you install a tracker

smiled and nodded, stepping closer. He draped his

clothes. I was just over here for

for a moment before he continued, "I saw you walking into the restaurant with

interjected, "There's

on between

the upcoming court case. The more intimate Jeremiah and Elsa are seen together, the higher the chances of my

too fast, and my face flushed with

Rovela

even asked yet, and you're already explaining so

ease the tension. "I just wanted to save you the trouble

becoming serious again. "Still, for your own safety,

feeling touched by

strange atmosphere