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.

told you there's no one home. This

a soft smile. "Isn't

laugh and sauntered over, reaching out as if

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

might as well

brow. "And

I smirked. "What's wrong? Afraid I'll outshine

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

by her reaction, it was clear she had no idea about the

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hasn't told you the truth about his company's

expression darkened, but she still tried to

doubt flickering in her

guilt. "Since when do you

if trying

turned back to Elsa

"Don't listen to her nonsense. Cornell Group is investing in

me, filled with a calculating amusement. "But you..." His gaze lingered, his tone laced with mockery. "You just

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