Revenge is best served cold novel Chapter 57

Chapter 57 Too Much

Jeremiah’s eyes were bloodshot, his anger palpable.

“Shut up!” He gritted his teeth and cursed, raising his hand in a swift motion.

As his slap came down, I instinctively prepared to dodge, but before I could move, a tall figure appeared in front of me, blocking the blow.

At that moment, I could almost hear the sound of bone cracking, followed by Jeremiah’s screams ringing in my ears.

I peeked around Eric’s back as I looked at Jeremiah, who was writhing in pain on the ground, and blinked. “Was that a bit too much?”

Eric calmly rotated his wrist, his tone as cold as winter snow as he said, “With scum like him, you shouldn’t hold back.”

Jeremiah glared at us angrily. “Eric, what does my issue with Jane have to do with you? Why are you interfering? If it weren’t for you, Jane would never even consider divorcing me!”

Eric looked down at him with a condescending gaze, exuding an air of authority and dominance without a hint of anger.

“Don’t try to pin everything on me. I wo

carry the blame. If you hadn’t gotten involved with Elsa, Jane would never have wanted a divorce. Instead of standing by your wife, you protect that bitch. No wonder things ended this way.

“Oh, by the way, I heard there are more plagiarism victims causing a scene at Cornell Group. Since you’re so concerned about Ms. Elsa, you should be rushing to clean up that mess.”

Jeremiah’s expression changed instantly. He no longer argued with Eric as he scrambled to his feet while shooting us a vicious glare. “Wait for it! This isn’t over!”

I smiled at him, completely unafraid. “If you’re any later, Elsa might have another episode of depression.”

The lawyer had already submitted the lawsuit materials to the court. Soon, Jeremiah would receive his summons and the trial would be set.

However, on the day of the trial, the lawyer and I waited outside the courthouse for half the day, but Jeremiah never showed up. I couldn’t help but feel frustrated. I called him, only to find that his phone was turned off.

It was obvious he was doing this on purpose. If he kept stalling, the divorce would never happen.

“Ms. Brown, what’s your plan now? If he keeps refusing the divorce, this lawsuit could drag on for years.”

I sneered, “Even if it takes that long, I’ll still divorce him. If he doesn’t come to me, then

I’ll find a way to make him come!”