Revenge is best served cold novel Chapter 269

Mr. Simpson and I both looked at Jeremiah. We were curious about what he had to say.

Jeremiah looked at Mr. Simpson and asked humbly, "Can I come in as well, Mr. Simpson?"

Mr. Simpson responded calmly, "Of course not. Do you think you can just enter and leave my place as you see fit?"

Jeremiah waved frantically and pointed at me. "How come she gets to go inside, then?"

"She knows how to cook," Mr. Simpson responded impatiently.

Jeremiah also noticed the impatience in Mr. Simpson's expression. He said hurriedly, "I can cook too, Mr. Simpson!"

Mr. Simpson heard what he said and sized him up before falling silent for a brief moment.

Jeremiah was nervous as Mr. Simpson eyed him with a scrutinizing gaze. Just as he thought Mr. Simpson was about to give in, he suddenly scoffed.

"Hard pass," Mr. Simpson said scornfully. "My observations conclude that you live a pampered life in a wealthy family. How dare you claim that you know how to cook? If you ask me, you don't even know how to wash vegetables."

I internally praised Mr. Simpson for his insight.

He was a keen judge of character. Jeremiah knew nothing about cooking. He only knew how to eat.

Jeremiah couldn't accept it, though. His flaw might've been pointed out, but that didn't stop him from defending himself. "Although I can't cook, who's to say that I can't learn?"

I couldn't help but laugh out loud, instantly drawing his disdainful gaze.

"What are you staring at me for?" I spoke up nonchalantly. "Do you think this is a learning institute? Pick up your cooking skills elsewhere."

Mr. Simpson waved and signaled for Jeremiah to leave. Then, he turned around and headed into the villa.