The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 159

“My work…”

“Grandma always knows what to do. Thank you already.”

Catherine’s voice from her morning phone call echoed in Lance’s mind. He gripped his pen so tightly it cracked. He paused, took a slow breath, and his face finally softened.

“What do you think, Catherine?”

What did she think? Her mind was totally blank. This new arrangement had come out of nowhere. She hadn’t seen it coming at all.

She could feel Lance wasn’t happy. Her first instinct was to say no, but the words caught in her throat. Then it hit her. The government project would take at least a year, maybe longer. If she accepted, she could finally get out from under Lance’s constant gaze.

Trying to ignore the pressure from him, Catherine forced herself to speak. “If the board supports me, I won’t let them down.”

“Good. Good.” Lance nodded, repeating himself. The way he said it made the whole meeting room feel icy. He pressed his tongue against his cheek. He looked calm, but it was the kind of calm that made everyone uneasy.

“No wonder you cared so much about team selection. I guess you had this planned. Since that’s the case…”

Lance paused, then turned to face her. “You’ll handle things with Gavin.”

He said Gavin. Not Golden Horizon Enterprises.

Catherine understood. That “planned” comment was about her motives. But she didn’t explain. Whether Lance misunderstood or not didn’t matter to her.

Ten minutes later, the meeting was over. Catherine went from just the secretary to the person in charge of the government project. Now she had two jobs at once.

She moved from the top floor to the seventeenth, right below Lance’s office. This was Lance’s backup office. He’d worked here for half a year when the top floor was being renovated. That was during the two years they were married.

She remembered it so clearly, because once, in this office, he’d lost control. It was one of the few times they’d been close outside his villa.

“All set?” Catherine asked, a little uncomfortable under his gaze. Her voice was calm. “I have a team meeting.”

“All done.”

Aaron set the phone down, glanced at her twice, seemed like he wanted to say something, but left without another word.

Catherine sat at her desk, started a group chat, and added all the team members. She sent out a message: meeting in ten minutes. She had barely hit send when the phone rang.

Lance’s voice came through. “Catherine, make me a coffee.”

Her eye twitched. After a quick pause, she got up, went to the break room, made a cup of coffee, and brought it to his office.

The whole room was filled with midday sunlight.