Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 269 What a Slut

Mr. Simpson and I both looked at Jeremiah. We were curious about what he had

to say.

Jeremiah looked at Mr. Simpson and asked humbly, "Can I come in as well, Mr. Simpson?"

Mr. Simpson responded calmly, "Of course not. Do you think you can just enter and leave my place as you see fit?"

Jeremiah waved frantically and pointed at me. "How come she gets to go inside, then?"

"She knows how to cook," Mr. Simpson responded impatiently.

Jeremiah also noticed the impatience in Mr. Simpson's expression. He said hurriedly, "I can cook too, Mr. Simpson!"

Mr. Simpson heard what he said and sized him up before falling silent for a brief moment.

Jeremiah was nervous as Mr. Simpson eyed him with a scrutinizing gaze. Just as he thought Mr. Simpson was about to give in, he suddenly scoffed.

"Hard pass," Mr. Simpson said scornfully. "My observations conclude that you live a pampered life in a wealthy family. How dare you claim that you know how to cook? If you ask me, you don't even know how to wash vegetables."

I internally praised Mr. Simpson for his insight.

keen judge of character. Jeremiah knew nothing about cooking. He only knew how to

stop him from defending himself. "Although I can't cook, who's to say

laugh out loud, instantly drawing his

spoke up nonchalantly. "Do you think this is a learning

and signaled for Jeremiah to leave. Then, he turned around and headed

around and saw that Jeremiah seemed to

Simpson's household staff might be away, but he has the best security system

in

take another

to Mr. Simpson.

while. Then, I checked the time and saw that I should

out the door when

looked at him. "What are you

pressed in closer and closer. "From the looks of things,

respond to him, but he probably took

and suddenly laughed. There

He suddenly boomed, giving

frowned and looked at him. "What

eyebrow. "Can Mr. Simpson

that something was wrong. When I saw the lewdness in his eyes, a revolting

chest.