Revenge is best served cold (Jane and Jeremiah novel Chapter 263

I nodded and walked into the villa. Jeremiah and Elsa saw me going in and followed me as well.

Mr. Simpson saw it and stopped them. "Did I say that you two can go inside? Why are you inviting yourselves in?"

Elsa wore an embarrassed expression and fell silent. Then, she looked at Jeremiah. He put on a flattering smile and said, "I came here to see you, Mr. Simpson. Please do me a favor and let me in. You can always make up your mind after you listen to what I have to say."

Jeremiah looked at me, giving the impression that he was asking for my input.

I said nonchalantly, "You can invite anyone you want, Mr. Simpson. I have the confidence to make you choose me eventually."

Mr. Simpson's expression relaxed when he heard what I said, as if he was satisfied with my words. He looked at Jeremiah and scoffed. "I'll do this young lady a favor and let you two in as well."

I gave both of them a sidelong glance before I followed Sebastian into the villa. He had a dedicated guest room. At that moment, all four of us sat in there with him sitting across from us.

We had just taken our seats when Jeremiah immediately took a contract out of his bag as if he were concerned that I would take his business opportunity away from him.

"This contract will show you how serious I am, Mr. Simpson. If you can help out Cornell Group, you'll find that the offer we're making you is the best in the entire industry."

Elsa nodded and backed him up. "That's right, Mr. Simpson. Cornell Group is very serious about asking for your help."

Then, she showed her signature pitiable look. It felt like she expected Mr. Simpson to agree to their offer out of pity.

However, it didn't work on Mr. Simpson at all. He scoffed when he saw the look on Elsa's face. He turned around and faced Jeremiah before asking cockily, "Do you think I'm that hungry for money? How shallow!" Then, he turned around and looked at me. "What about you? What do you have to say to me?"

I chuckled and put the food container on the table. Then, I poured him a bowl of stew as he watched. "I'm going to guess that you still haven't eaten anything at this time of day, Mr. Simpson. I made this pork stew. Have some, please."