Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 136 I Don't Want to See Him "You've been waiting all this time?"

Eric's gesture left me stunned. It took a moment before I found my voice again.

He nodded and stepped closer with that same gentle smile. "Don't feel guilty. I took a nap in the car."

As he spoke, his gaze swept over my exhausted face, a flicker of concern passing through his eyes. "But if you don't take a break and eat something soon, you're going to collapse."

Then, like performing a magic trick, he pulled out a thermal food container from behind his back and set it down in front of me. "It's from that chowder shop you like. I packed it in a thermal jar, so it should still be warm."

I took the container and unscrewed the lid. Sure enough, steam curled up from the chowder, carrying a familiar, comforting aroma.

I glanced at Eric after setting it down. "Wait here for a bit." Then, I stepped out of the office.

As expected, a few team members were still at their desks, working tirelessly. I pulled out my phone and transferred a small sum to each of them as a bonus.

They looked up in shock, their eyes wide with disbelief.

Smiling, I said, "Stop working and go home. There's no way you'll finish everything in one night. Your health matters more. Go rest."

finally packed up

office when the last of them was gone. I shot an apologetic look at Eric. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have even realized they were still

in the quiet room. "If it

me down into a chair, then

through my hands, then down my throat, filling the emptiness in my stomach

it's not the seafood chowder you had

grinned and nodded

if this were just plain chowder,

now.

Warmth continued to spread through my tired limbs. I wanted to get

dead at your desk right now, you'll spend the rest of your life

one sentence

a sledgehammer. And yet, fate

despise someone, the more often they seem

thing I saw was that nauseatingly familiar face. Jeremiah was standing at the entrance, looking as polished as ever in a sharp suit. The second his gaze landed on me, a smug

my expression

a wave of irritation crawling up my spine. I refused to look at him directly and said coldly, "If you have nothing important