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.

knew nothing about cooking.

been pointed out, but that didn't stop him from defending himself. "Although I can't cook, who's

out loud,

I spoke up nonchalantly. "Do you think

Simpson waved and signaled for Jeremiah to leave. Then, he

Simpson. Then, I turned around and saw that Jeremiah seemed to want to come inside as well. I stopped walking at

and don't come. in. Mr. Simpson's household staff might be away, but he has the best security system the country. If you come inside without Mr. Simpson's permission, you'll be taken away

in

didn't dare take another step after

around and caught up to Mr. Simpson. After I cooked

time and saw that I should return to the company and

gone out the door when Jeremiah immediately approached me.

at him. "What are

closer and closer. "From the looks of things, you've been coming here every

to him, but he probably

a brief moment and suddenly laughed. There was a

He suddenly boomed, giving

at him. "What

"Can Mr. Simpson take it with you visiting him every

about?" I asked instinctively. The next moment, I had a feeling that something was wrong. When I saw the lewdness in his eyes, a revolting

chest.