Revenge is best served cold (Jane and Jeremiah novel Chapter 256

After watching Jack and Elsa put on their little performance, I let out a light chuckle.

"No problem."

"Ms. Elsa, you really are kindhearted. It must be tough on you to drag your slow-witted brother around everywhere."

Jack's expression darkened with rage.

"What did you just say?"

I feigned surprise. "Oh, so you're normal?"

Then, turning to Elsa, I added, "I just assumed a sane person wouldn't block someone's way and try to force them into conversation."

Embarrassment flickered across Elsa's face. After a long hesitation, she finally tugged on Jack's sleeve, pulling him away in defeat.

I didn't bother watching them leave. Without another glance, I made my way deeper into the venue until I reached the three event organizers.

I had originally considered skipping the banquet altogether, but all three of them had personally reached out, requesting my presence. Turning them down outright would have been a little too disrespectful. They were momentarily taken aback when they saw me arrive wearing a mask.

I smiled, offering an easy explanation. "My apologies. I'm not in a position to show my face."

Frederick Hartwell nodded understandingly. "I get it, I get it. Everyone has their own secrets."

He then added, "I just never expected someone of your caliber to participate in a competition like this."

His words made me feel a little guilty.

"To be honest, this wasn't my original intention," I admitted. "There were certain circumstances behind it. Otherwise, I wouldn't have done something that affects the fairness of the contest."

I knew full well that my participation had taken away an opportunity from a newcomer. I wouldn't have entered at all if it weren't for Elsa.

Walter Grant chuckled, waving a hand dismissively. "No worries. If anything, your presence brought us a whole lot of publicity."

That was true.