The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 171

Lance glanced over when he saw her coming, snuffed out his cigarette, and tossed it in the trash.

The car doors unlocked with a soft click, and they each slid into their seats.

Lance folded himself into the passenger side, his long legs bent awkwardly. The faint scent of smoke drifted off him, filling the car.

Catherine rolled the window down a little. The smoky haze started to fade, and only then did her tense frown ease up.

“Sorry, Lance. I didn’t know we had to work this afternoon.”

Adolf was supposed to arrive at the resort later that night, not now.

Lance leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He’d had a few drinks, and the corners of his eyes were tinged red.

His brows drew together like he was fighting off a headache, his breathing a little uneven.

He didn’t reply, so Catherine let the silence hang between them.

They reached the resort before long, and she parked the car.

“Lance, we’re here.”

He opened his eyes, sharp and clear now, unbuckled his seatbelt, and got out.

Catherine grabbed her bag and followed behind him toward their rooms.

Their rooms were on the same floor, and they rode the elevator together, one after the other.

“Is Lewis about your age?” Lance asked out of nowhere.

Catherine kept her eyes down. “He’s two years older than me.”

“What’s he like?”

“He studied overseas. Just started working at NextGen Technologies.”

“What about his family?”

“His parents are both alive. I think his family’s doing pretty well.”

Catherine hadn’t bothered to look too closely into Lewis’s background. She wasn’t planning on dating him anyway.

Whatever Lance asked, she answered.

Then he said, “Sounds like you really like him.”

That’s when she realized all his questions were about whether she and Lewis were a good match.

She stayed in her room for the rest of the afternoon, working and not stepping out even once.

That evening, the team dinner was held in the sunroom on the beach.

Lance was upstairs hosting Adolf. Aaron was drinking with them, and Catherine waited nearby.

What surprised her was how different Adolf was from what she’d expected. He seemed so serious and calm, but he could really hold his liquor.

He kept going, glass after glass, until Aaron had pretty much crawled under the table. Adolf, on the other hand, was only starting to get tipsy.

Catherine bent down to help Aaron up. She whispered, “Are you okay? Should I get someone to help you to your room?”

“Shh…” Aaron couldn’t take another drop, but he was still clear-headed enough to play drunk and hide under the table. “Let me just lie here for a bit.”

Catherine stood and went to ask a waiter for some hot water.

“Lance…” Adolf called, hiccuping as he watched Catherine walk away. “Your secretary’s really pretty. You mean to tell me you’ve never thought about her all these years?”

Lance’s grip tightened on his wine glass, but his face stayed unreadable.

“Adolf, you’ve had too much to drink.”

“I haven’t… hic.”