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.

character. Jeremiah knew nothing about cooking. He only

couldn't accept it, though. His flaw might've been pointed out, but that didn't stop him from

out loud,

spoke up nonchalantly. "Do you think this is a learning institute? Pick up your cooking skills

to leave. Then, he turned around and headed into the

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

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

in

didn't dare take another step

to Mr. Simpson. After I cooked

for a while. Then, I checked the time and saw that I should return to the company and deal with my

door when Jeremiah immediately approached me.

as I looked at him. "What

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

but he probably took

and suddenly laughed. There was a hint of

out!" He suddenly boomed, giving me

at him.

pervert and raised an eyebrow. "Can Mr. Simpson take

are you talking about?" I asked instinctively. The next moment, I had a feeling that something was wrong. When

chest.