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.

already told you there's no one home. This is getting a

Jeremiah with a

let out a smug laugh and sauntered over, reaching out as if

he quickly masked it with indifference and

as well leave now. You won't

a brow. "And

I smirked. "What's wrong? Afraid

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

face twisted in shock. Judging by her reaction, it was clear

.n

Elsa. "Looks like your dear deremiah hasn't told you the truth about his company's situation. You're just following him around so blindly. Careful now, or you might end

she still tried to keep her

Jeremiah, doubt flickering

"Since when do

as if trying

turned back to Elsa

nonsense. Cornell Group is investing in renewable

calculating amusement. "But you..." His gaze lingered, his tone laced with mockery. "You just can't help but follow my every move, huh? Don't tell me you still have feelings for

before he could finish, my face twisting in disgust. "Look in a damn mirror." My voice dripped with disdain. "Not everyone is like Elsa, willing