Revenge is best served cold novel Chapter 158

Even now, Jeremiah still managed to keep his composure, paying attention to every detail.

I let out a cold laugh. "You'll understand once we're at the station. It's not like I went through all that trouble to flatter you for nothing. If not for that, I wouldn't have gotten any evidence."

With that one sentence, Jeremiah's eyes widened in shock, disbelief written all over his face. He pointed at me, his voice trembling. "You came to find me... for that?"

"Exactly." I nodded, my gaze dripping with contempt.

The police held him firmly, but Jeremiah didn't take his eyes off me. His expression showed how conflicted his emotions were.

After a long pause, a slight curve appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Don't think you can lock me up just like this. After all, you're a daughter of the Brown family. You should know this little thing won't affect me."

I shrugged, acting entirely unconcerned. "Of course, I know. Still, locking you up for even a day is enough to satisfy me."

With his words hanging in the air, I watched as the police led Jeremiah away.

Elsa was hiding in the corner, as quiet as a mouse. I saw her typing away on her phone from the corner of my eye.

There was no need to guess—she was definitely begging Jack for help.

At first, I had planned to find a chance to let Jack know about the kidnapping and expose Elsa for who she really was. But now, why not stir things up a little tonight?

Once the police had left, only Elsa and I remained in the room. She tensed up when she saw me walking toward her, her face full of wariness. "What do you want?"

I smiled at her. "What? You're not addressing me affectionately anymore? What's with the sudden change in attitude?"

Elsa eyed me warily but didn't speak.