Revenge is best served cold novel Chapter 187

As I had expected, the meeting barely lasted 30 minutes before Harvey stormed out. He grabbed me roughly and pulled me to the side.

"What the hell did you do?" His eyes were wide with fury, but beneath it was a trace of panic.

I calmly responded, "What did I do?"

Harvey took a deep breath angrily before saying, "The presentation! It's different from the one you showed me! What did you do to it?"

I suppressed my smirk and shook my head innocently. "I have no idea. Maybe you should take me inside so that I can take a look?"

For a brief moment, hesitation flickered across his face. He was afraid that if I entered the meeting room, I'd reclaim the credit he had been trying to claim for himself. But he had no other choice.

He had never actually reviewed the content of the presentation. Now that there was an issue, he had no idea how to fix it. If the problem had surfaced right at the start, he could've easily pinned the blame on me.

But now, 30 minutes had passed. At this point, he had probably built up his image as the one who had worked tirelessly on the project. If I walked in now, it would be a direct slap in the face to his claims.

Seeing the struggle on his face, I feigned innocence. "If there's nothing else, I'll head back to my work now."

"Wait!" Harvey called out to me. "Come into the meeting room and explain the report. But if there's even a single mistake, don't even think about staying in this company."

I blinked and reassured him, "Relax, Mr. Zimmerman. I put my heart and soul into this presentation. I can explain it perfectly even without looking at the slides."

Hearing this, Harvey's face turned pale and then he glared at me angrily.

Before entering the meeting room, he leaned over and threatened me, "Don't say anything unnecessary once we're inside, or else—"

I cut him off by pushing the door open and stepping inside.

On one side of the long table sat Brown Group's representatives—Harvey and the business director, Alex Zaleski. On the other side were our partner company's representatives—a manager I vaguely remembered was surnamed Parker, along with his secretary.