Chapter 262 The Short-Tempered Old Man

Without another word, I stepped forward and pressed the doorbell. Jeremiah scoffed. "There's no one home. You can press that button all you want. It's not gonna open any doors for you." I turned to him, raising an eyebrow. "Oh? And how exactly do you know that?" He let out a cold huff. "I've been waiting here for ages, and there hasn't been a single sound from inside. If no one's answering, what else could it mean?" His expression was full of disdain. "I got here way before you. Even if someone were home, I'd be the one going in first." "Is that so?" I sneered, ignoring him as I rang the doorbell again. Unlike him, I had already contacted Mr. Simpson's assistant beforehand. I had made my formal request for a meeting, and the assistant had confirmed that Mr. Simpson was home. He even mentioned that he'd pass my message along. That was the only reason I had come, stew in hand. On the other hand, Jeremiah had clearly just shown up unannounced. I rang the doorbell a few times, but