Revenge is best served cold novel Chapter 152

Under Elsa's surprised gaze, I remained indifferent. "What? Don't you want me to be saved?"

She instinctively shook her head and then suddenly realized no one else was around. Without another word, she turned away, refusing to look at me.

I closed my eyes, conserving my little energy for when it was time to run.

As night fell, Jeremiah and Jack arrived at the abandoned building.

The man who had brought them here stood before Elsa and me, letting out a cold scoff. "Did you get the million dollars ready?"

Jeremiah's expression was steely. "It's ready. Just as you demanded, it's been transferred to your offshore account."

With that, he shifted his gaze away from the man, letting it drift between Elsa and me. After a brief hesitation, his eyes finally landed on her.

"Elsa, are you alright?" Jack spoke up before Jeremiah could.

Elsa choked back a sob. Even though they couldn't see her face clearly in the dim light, she still played her role flawlessly, with tears spilling down her cheeks.

"Jack… Jeremiah… It hurts so much…"

The moment the words left her lips, their faces twisted with concern.

"We gave you the money! Now, hurry up and untie my sister!" Jack snapped at the man, his impatience evident.

The man let out a mocking chuckle. "Sister? Which one?"

Jack's expression darkened. "What do you mean?"

Jeremiah's face also turned ice-cold.

Taking a step back, the man positioned himself between Elsa and me. "You only get to pick one."

A sense of deja vu washed over me. So, it really was unfolding exactly like my past life.

Without realizing it, I turned to look at Elsa.