The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 13

Catherine stopped in her tracks, her breath catching as her face grew tense.

“What’s wrong?” Aaron asked, clearly confused. “Didn’t you ask Lance to transfer you back?”

Catherine shook her head. “No, I’m here to resign.”

Aaron stared at her, stunned. “Resign? Why?”

“Personal reasons,” Catherine answered, keeping it brief. “Is there any way to cancel the transfer order?”

“That would need Lance’s approval,” Aaron said, looking troubled.

Catherine pressed her fingers to her forehead, feeling suddenly exhausted.

Aaron tried to reassure her. “It’s the busiest time of year. Why don’t you wait until after the holidays to resign? For now, go get settled. You’ve already got a job to do—Adelina wants you to bring her a mango smoothie this afternoon.”

“Got it.” Catherine nodded and headed to the branch office to pack her things.

By one o’clock, she was back at her old desk outside the CEO’s office. After putting her things away, she grabbed a mango smoothie and headed inside.

Sunlight poured through the windows, bathing Lance in a warm glow. He wore a crisp white shirt, his striking features sharp and elegant, radiating authority.

Adelina lounged on the sofa in the sitting area, the coffee table piled with snacks.

Lance glanced up when Catherine entered, then went right back to his work.

Catherine walked over to Adelina. “Here’s the smoothie you asked for.”

“Just set it down,” Adelina replied, barely looking up as she fiddled with her nails.

Catherine put the drink on the table and quietly left.

She had barely made it back to her desk before the intercom rang.

Lance’s deep voice came through. “Come in.”

Catherine set down her things and went back into the office. Lance was still behind his desk, focused as ever. He lifted his eyes to glance at Adelina.

Catherine followed his gaze and met Adelina’s annoyed stare.

“Why is this smoothie hot?” Adelina demanded.

Lance thought for a moment, then handed Catherine a black card. “Take Adelina to choose a gown. And pick one for yourself, too.”

Catherine frowned slightly but took the card. “Okay.”

Whenever she went to events with Lance, the company always covered her gown and styling. Even the simplest dress cost thousands. Adelina, though, was different—she insisted on a famous private studio in Cabinda.

Half an hour later, Catherine parked the car. She got out, walked around to the back, and opened the door for Adelina.

“Hold this,” Adelina said, handing her a blue and pink handbag—the newest release from a luxury brand.

Catherine took the bag. Once Adelina was out, she shut the door and followed her inside.

A stylist was already waiting for them at the entrance.

“Adelina!” the stylist greeted warmly.

Adelina shot her a knowing look.

The stylist glanced at Catherine, smiled knowingly, and nodded in understanding.