Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 148 A Mistress' Appeal

The moment Elsa saw me, she immediately jumped up from Jeremiah's lap, panic filling her eyes as she looked at me. "Jane, don't misunderstand! I just

accidentally fell into Jeremiah's arms. I would've hit the ground if it weren't for him."

Jeremiah quickly withdrew his arms around Elsa, and a faint awkwardness flashed across his face.

But just like Elsa, he stubbornly lifted his chin and spoke in a defensive voice. "She just happened to fall, and I was only helping her up. Don't overthink it."

I glanced at them, my expression impassive. There was no change in my demeanor. Finally, I fixed my gaze on Jeremiah. "I need to talk to you. Tell her to leave."

Elsa's eyes instantly filled with tears at my words. She looked at me with a hurt expression, her voice trembling. "Jane, you won't even talk to me now?"

I ignored her, my focus still entirely on Jeremiah as I waited for his next move. Even under my unblinking stare, Jeremiah hesitated when he looked at Elsa. "Elsa..." He called her name with evident reluctance but didn't say anything else. Elsa hadn't expected Jeremiah to ask her to leave, and shock flashed across her face. I couldn't miss the venom in her eyes when she looked at me again.

she burst into fake sobs and slowly walked out from behind Jeremiah, taking deliberate, measured steps. "Since neither of you wants to see me, I'll leave you two

was thick with tears, the kind of softness that most men found

retreating figure, Jeremiah instinctively lifted his hand as though

throat softly and glanced

for a moment, then finally lowered his hand, allowing Elsa to leave the

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his eyes like he was certain of his victory, yet he pretended to be clueless didn't think there was need for further games, so I laid