Revenge is best served cold

Zeke's words didn't faze Eric at all. Instead, he turned his head away proudly, completely ignoring the little boy.

I sighed helplessly and pulled them both into the amusement park.

Since we had VIP tickets, we didn't have to wait in line despite the heavy weekend crowds.

By midday, we had already gone on most of the rides, leaving only the more intense attractions.

Just as we stepped off the carousel, Eric took Zeke to buy ice cream while I stayed behind to wait for them.

Lifting my head, I suddenly spotted two familiar figures.

Jeremiah and Elsa were walking hand-in-hand along the main path, coming from the direction of the Ferris wheel. The moment they saw me, they froze.

Jeremiah's brows furrowed deeply. Then, without even thinking about Elsa, he strode toward me.

"Why do I see you everywhere I go? Are you stalking me?" He scoffed in annoyance. "Or do you just want to rekindle old flames? Is that why you're following me?"

I didn't bother answering. Instead, I tilted my head and asked calmly, "Haven't seen you at Mr. Simpson's these past few days. Why's that?"

Jeremiah's face twitched slightly, but he quickly masked it. "Like it's any of your business. Maybe I just don't want that project anymore. Consider it a gift."

I let out a light chuckle and said, "Still trying to act tough, huh? Even if you were rotting in your grave, I bet your mouth would still be running."

His eyes widened with fury, his anger flaring instantly. "Shut the hell up!"

"Since you won't say it, let me do the honors." I ignored his warning and kept going. "No matter how much effort you put in and no matter how many rumors you spread online, you still couldn't win."noveldrama

Jeremiah's expression turned cold, but I caught the panic flickering in his eyes. "You're just full of

nonsense! That person who spread lies about you was already caught! What does that have to do with me?"

I smiled. "Oh? And how exactly do you know they were caught? I don't recall that ever being announced publicly... Unless, of course, you have some sort of prophetic vision?"

As soon as I was done speaking, Jeremiah realized he slipped up. But it was too

late. His words were already out and couldn't be taken back.

"So what if it was me?" Jeremiah scoffed, throwing caution to the wind. "It's over now. Even if you want to do something about it, you can't. I know you just want my attention. Well, congratulations, you got it."

He stared at me with a condescending look in his eyes. "Too bad I have zero

feelings for you now. Even if you follow me around, I won't be moved."

Then, as if to prove a point, he pulled Elsa into his arms. "Elsa is a thousand-no, ten thousand times-better than you!"

Just then, Eric's voice rang out. "Still dreaming, huh, Mr. Cornell?"

I turned to see Eric approaching, holding Zeke's hand in one and a melting ice cream cone in the other As he reached me, he handed the ice crean to me and casually

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positioned himself between me and Jeremiah.

"Mr. Cornell, you do realize it's broad daylight, right? Dreaming in the middle of the day is called daydreaming," he continued casually with a chuckle.

"Jane and I are out on a date. I don't recall us bothering you, so how exactly did you come to the conclusion that she's following you?"

Then, he glanced at Elsa. "Did he have too much to drink? Maybe you should take him somewhere to sober up."

Without waiting for a response, Eric turned to me. "Come on, let's go. This kid says he wants to try an escape room next. He even said he'll only play if it's a scary one."