Revenge is best served cold

Beata's tone was full of threats as if she was sure these words would change my mind. However, I just calmly shook my head. "I've made up my mind."

Before I could continue, she immediately interrupted me, "You're really quite stubborn."

She sighed deeply. "Since Brown Group can't cooperate with Cornell Group, would you be willing to partner with us as an individual? No investment required but still plenty of returns."

I turned to look at her, signaling her to continue.

"I heard you're planning to develop the LunaGlo brand in Caldera. We could collaborate, and Cornell Group could also invest in your studio."

Her cloudy eyes gradually sharpened with shrewdness. It seemed I had underestimated her before.

In my past life, she kept a low profile until her death, making me think she was just a gentle woman plagued by illness.

But now, I realized that a woman who could stand by Quinton to the end couldn't possibly be just an ordinary person.

Seeing that I didn't respond, Beata continued with her idea. "All you need to do is announce that Cornell Group is investing in LunaGlo and becoming your first partner. In return, we can invest a million dollars into your studio."

Upon hearing this, I couldn't help but laugh and clapped slowly.

"The Cornells sure came up with a good plan. On the surface, all I have to do is accept the investment and issue a statement, but in reality, you're using LunaGlo's reputation to attract even more investors. Your company only needs to invest a million dollars, and you get to leverage our name to attract larger investments, all while revitalizing Cornell Group. Correct?

"Unfortunately, all those small companies that get trapped in this deal will end up being nothing more than fuel for Cornell Group's growth."

With that, I looked at Beata, and there was nothing in my eyes but coldness. She was clearly trying to use LunaGlo as a scapegoat.

Once everything had settled, Cornell Group would strengthen themselves by draining smaller companies and then use public opinion to undermine LunaGlo.

LunaGlo would be branded as a company that sacrificed morals for profit and would never recover from that reputation.

I needed to protect Brown Group, and LunaGlo was my heart's work. I wasn't about to take any risks.

I looked at Beata with indifference. "Perhaps you should look for another way."

Seeing that I had exposed her plan, Beata's expression darkened. She stared at me in silence for a long while. After a while, she scoffed and turned to leave.

Jeremiah, who had been chatting with Elsa, immediately noticed the change in Beata's expression as she walked away. He stormed over, seething with anger.

He grabbed my wrist and questioned harshly, "What did you say to my mom?"

I shook off his grip and gently massaged my wrist. "Why don't you ask her yourself? Watch out. Elsa might get jealous."

I raised my chin and pointed

disdainfully toward Elsa. Jeremiah,

who was facing away from Elsa, didn't see the venomous look on her face. Her gaze was so sharpût could almost cut through me.

Upon hearing my words, Jeremiah turned around. Elsa quickly erased the venomous expression from her face, replacing it with a pitiful look. She turned into someone fragile who needed protection.

"So what? You're my wife. Am I breaking the law by holding your hand?" Jeremiah sneered, taking a step closer and grabbing my wrist again.

I watched Elsa's face twist with fury

as she clenched her sleeve tightly Then, she suddenly let go and walked toward us. "Jane, have you and Jeremiah reconciled? That's great!"

She exclaimed loudly as she stepped in front of me and Jeremiah, blocking his gaze on me. She playfully tugged at his sleeve.

"Jeremiah, you'd better cherish Jane now. Don't make her sad again!"