Revenge is best served cold novel Chapter 2

Jeremiah's words made me laugh. If Elsa did have an appendicitis attack, how could she recover so shortly and be drinking at a bar?

But no matter how absurd her excuses were, Jeremiah would believe anything she said.

I started remembering my past life.

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One time after I made her madd, Elsa claimed to have chest pain and difficulty breathing. Jeremiah then locked me in the house and placed me under 24-hour surveillance, even forbidding me from attending my father's birthday.

As memories of my past life flooded my mind, I clenched my teeth in hatred. Jeremiah had blatantly worn away the love I once had for him.

But at the thought of his power… I had to admit that the current me was no match for him, and there was also Jack making things worse.

I clenched my fist and vowed to stay away from Jeremiah in this life. I had to protect my parents and myself at all costs.

Yet I couldn't suppress my surging anger and shot back at him, "Are you saying there was no one around you who could've helped? Did it have to be you?"

I gave him a cold glare and mocked, "The paparazzi caught you carrying her last time, and this time, you got into a fight for her sake. What's next? Are they going to catch you two in bed?"

"Jane Brown!" Jeremiah roared as he massaged his temples in frustration.

"I don't want to fight with you, but weren't you the one who told me to take care of Elsa in the first place? And now, you're being paranoid and suspicious. What do you want exactly? Even if you don't trust me, can't you at least trust your sister who you grew up with?"

I sneered at his words. My blind trust in Elsa was why I ended up in such a miserable state in my past life.

Elsa majored in interior design, and her qualifications matched Cornell Group, a company built on construction.