Revenge is best served cold novel Chapter 272

I was particularly firm and unwavering. Even the reporters were stunned momentarily. Then, they continued to bombard me with questions.

"Does your deal with Mr. Simpson end with cooking? Is it just that simple?"

"Word has it that Mrs. Simpson has been staying overseas recently. Does she know about what's going on between you and Mr. Simpson?"

I cleared my throat and intended to answer. However, another deep female voice rose in the air and responded on my behalf, "I know the answer to that question."

I turned around, and a noble lady who had maintained her appearance well showed up in front of us. I recognized her. She was Mr. Simpson's wife, Judith Maynard.

Mrs. Simpson met my gaze and flashed me a smile. Then, she walked toward me slowly.

The reporters also recognized who she was, and they immediately huddled around her.

Before they could ask anything, she said, "I'm aware that Ms. Brown has been cooking for my husband. Sometimes, he'd even record some videos and send them to me. As for the false comments on the internet, we'll hold the responsible party accountable until the culprit is caught."

Now that Judith was backing me up, the reporters dispersed quickly. My mind went blank for a moment as I looked at Mrs. Simpson, who ruined my plan.

"What are you waiting for? Come inside and take a seat." She opened the door and cocked her head as she invited me.

I nodded and followed her hurriedly. I knew from my past life that Mrs. Simpson had Mr. Simpson under her thumb, but I never knew just how serious it was.

Right now, he looked nothing like the professional that he was. Instead, he was pulling his ears and squatting in the corner with a regretful look on his face.

Mrs. Simpson raised her voice and lectured him as if she couldn't see that I was there.

"Dear Lord! You act like a chicken when the whole thing derailed. Why didn't you step forward and clear her name? You're an old man, for God's sake. How could you let a young lady clean up your mess? Absolutely shameless!"

Mr. Simpson remained crouched and obediently accepted the lecturing without any resistance.

I sat nervously and decided to speak after pondering on it for a long time. "Actually, it's not Mr. Simpson's fault."