Revenge is best served cold novel Chapter 281

A flicker of excitement flickered across Jeremiah's face, but he quickly suppressed it.

Clearing his throat, he forced a warm smile and asked, "Where are the two people who were with you just now?"

Zeke smirked, shaking his head. "No idea. Maybe they went to buy something."

Elsa reached out to touch Zeke's head, but he swiftly dodged it, leaving her hand hanging awkwardly in mid-air.

Still, she maintained her sickly sweet tone. "They're really irresponsible, aren't they? Leaving you here all alone… Aren't you afraid you'll get lost?"

She leaned in closer, her voice turning coaxing. "Why don't you come with us? We'll buy you whatever you want to eat. Anything you like."

Hearing this, Eric and I exchanged glances. As expected, they were trying to take Zeke away. The motive was obvious—they wanted to use him to force Mr. Simpson into signing with Jeremiah's company.

Zeke looked up, his face full of pretend innocence. "Really? That sounds amazing!"

The next second, his expression dropped into a deadpan stare. "But no thanks. I'm not going anywhere with you."

"Why?" Elsa frowned, clearly not expecting a flat-out rejection.

Jeremiah jumped in. "We're not going to just abandon you on the street, kid."

Zeke didn't even bother to lift his head. "Still no. You both look ugly. I don't want to."

Hearing this, Jeremiah inhaled sharply, and Elsa almost lost control of her fake smile. Right after that, a shadow of malice flashed across Jeremiah's face. "It's not up to you."

He lunged forward, scooping Zeke into his arms. His expression suggested he was ready for a struggle, but Zeke remained surprisingly still.

Just as confusion flickered in Jeremiah's eyes, Eric and I silently approached.

Eric patted Jeremiah's shoulder, and when he turned around, Eric landed a solid punch square on his face.

Jeremiah grunted in pain, immediately loosening his grip.