Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 215 Congratulations on Winning the Bid

I took the coffee from Eric and followed his hand to the small table between us. It was stacked with a variety of breakfast foods.

Seeing the look of appreciation in my eyes, Eric chuckled. "Hurry up and eat. We're not far from the bidding venue. If you don't finish before we get there, you'll be in trouble."

I caught the mischievous smile at the corner of his mouth. Grabbing a bite of breakfast, I patted my chest and reassured him, saying, "Don't worry. I'll finish it all before we arrive."

However, I miscalculated. Eric had prepared far too much. Even if I hadn't eaten for three days, I still wouldn't be able to finish it all.

I raised my hands in surrender. "I can't finish it. I can't."

Unknowingly, my voice had a bit of a teasing tone as I added, "You really went overboard with the amount of food."

Eric looked innocent. "I just thought you'd want to try a little bit of everything, so I had it all prepared."

I pouted, struggling to chew the last bite. "Next time, you don't need to prepare so much. A quarter of this is plenty."

Eric laughed helplessly, shaking his head. "Do you plan on doing the same thing again? If this happens again, I'll pull you out of bed early."

Just after he said that, Eric suddenly realized that might have sounded a bit off, so he glanced at me cautiously.

I pretended not to notice. I looked out the window as if

I

was silent. The car quickly pulled up to the venue for the bidding

car, I saw Jeremiah stepping out of

him. His expression oozed arrogance. It looked like he was confident that he

I exchanged a glance but ignored Jeremiah's provocation. We walked

we sat down, Jeremiah came over again. "Is Eric

rolled my eyes and slowly replied, "He's a lot better than

moment, I saw Jack and Elsa walking in. I

his cocky demeanor faltered. He quickly settled

gaze between Elsa and him. These two had their own

On the other hand, Elsa seemed to be very interested in

saw Elsa sit down, I looked away. Jeremiah seemed to think that victory was already in his grasp, which explained his bright mood. My cold indifference didn't seem to faze

with me, it'll be too late," he whispered in

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watching my indifferent expression.

"Then congratulations, Mr. Cornell. May all your wishes

true."