Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 262 The Short-Tempered Old Man

Without another word, I stepped forward and pressed the doorbell.

Jeremiah scoffed. "There's no one home. You can press that button all you want. It's not gonna open any doors for you."

I turned to him, raising an eyebrow. "Oh? And how exactly do you know that?"

He let out a cold huff. "I've been waiting here for ages, and there hasn't been a single sound from inside. If no one's answering, what else could it mean?"

His expression was full of disdain. "I got here way before you. Even if someone were home, I'd be the one going in first."

"Is that so?" I sneered, ignoring him as I rang the doorbell again.

Unlike him, I had already contacted Mr. Simpson's assistant beforehand.

I had made my formal request for a meeting, and the assistant had confirmed that Mr. Simpson was home. He even mentioned that he'd pass my message along. That was the only reason I had come, stew in hand.

On the other hand, Jeremiah had clearly just shown up unannounced.

I rang the doorbell a few times, but there was still no response from inside.

amusement. "Jane, Jeremiah already told you

toward Jeremiah with a

reaching out as if to pat my shoulder. I

flashed across his face, but he quickly masked it with indifference and let

on a show." He scoffed. "You might as well leave now.

brow. "And why exactly should I

gaze, I smirked. "What's wrong?

company is on the brink of collapse. You desperately need the renewable

twisted in shock. Judging by her reaction, it was clear she had no idea about

.n

told you the truth about his company's situation. You're just following him

tried to keep her

doubt flickering

his expression stiff with guilt. "Since when do you get to comment on Cornell

trying to shift the

back to

nonsense. Cornell Group

gaze lingered, his tone laced with mockery. "You

before he could finish, my face twisting in disgust. "Look in a damn mirror." My voice dripped with