Revenge is best served cold novel Chapter 265

I really thought I managed to accomplish what I had set out to do before I heard the last part of Mr. Simpson's sentence. But if that had happened, it would also mean that I tried too hard in my past life.

I tried to probe and asked, "Please go ahead and tell me what needs to be done."

He fell silent for a brief moment. It was as if he merely wanted to make things difficult for me for the sake of it earlier, but he didn't actually have anything in mind.

I almost couldn't hold back a yawn when Mr. Simpson suddenly said, "My wife won't be home for a good while. I don't know how to cook, and I've gotten tired of the outside food. Here's what I want. You'll come over to my place and make lunch for me before she's home. If I'm satisfied with every meal you cook, I'll sign the contract with you."

Mr. Simpson gave me a cunning and mischievous look. "What say you?"

I gave it some thought and nodded. "Okay."

He didn't count on me agreeing to his terms that quickly. He asked, "Are you certain? My wife is quite carefree. Not even I can change her mind if she decides to come home next year."

I nodded in response. "It's okay. I have a lot of personal signature dishes."

If memory served me right, Mrs. Simpson would be home within a month. It worked out well for me. I could assemble the research team first. Then, we could begin the research once Mr. Simpson joined us.

I walked out of his villa after we had designated a time for me to come over every day.

To my surprise, Jeremiah and Elsa were still around. He immediately stood upright when he saw me coming out. He gave me a mocking look, and his voice was laced with malicious joy when he spoke. "Were you kicked out as well?"

Before I could respond, he continued, "I knew it. Someone like you doesn't deserve to talk to Mr. Simpson."

I chuckled nonchalantly and asked, "You were kicked out much earlier. How do you explain that?"