The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 608

"Boss, Catherine, if there's nothing else, I'll be going," Aaron said.

Aaron gathered the documents, nodded, and left the villa.

Back in his car, he sat in silence for a few seconds before mimicking Lance's tone perfectly. "Do you need me to go with you? Ahem. Then you go. Leave Lanny to me."

Aaron shivered. When did the famously tight-lipped boss turn into such a softie!

The next morning at the cafe parking lot.

Catherine didn't expect Lance's version of "Leave Lanny to me" meant he would bring Lanny along and wait in the car.

She unbuckled her seatbelt and glanced back. "It's hot in the car, and we don't have any formula. What if Lanny gets fussy?"

"I'll just go inside and find you," Lance replied without hesitation.

"..." Then why did he insist on tagging along?

Catherine got out of the car, deciding to finish this quickly while Lanny was still asleep.

Lemuel had reserved a spot. As soon as she walked in, a server led her to a private room on the third floor.

Through the half-lowered bamboo blinds of the corner booth, she could see a figure sitting inside.

The server lifted the blinds entirely, and Catherine stepped in.

"Catherine," Lemuel greeted her, standing up.

His tone had a touch of forced casualness, yet carried an underlying steadiness.

Hearing this directly from Lemuel was deeply shocking.

Didn't Geoffrey heavily favor sons?

They should have spoiled Lemuel rotten, which would explain his reckless, rebellious personality!

Such indulgence didn't align with the bitter words Lemuel was speaking now.

"You must be thinking that since I'm their only son, they showered me with endless love, and I have no right to speak about them this way," Lemuel smiled bitterly. "Geoffrey only loves himself. He wants to turn The Lee Group into his absolute personal empire. Every single one of us is just a pawn for him to seize more shares. He wants to be the most powerful man in the Lee family. I don't fully understand his endgame, but I know one thing for sure—he won't give the company to me, he won't give it to you, and he certainly won't give it to our child!"

"Is that all you wanted to tell me?" Catherine asked.

"There's more." Lemuel rolled up his sleeve, revealing a jagged, terrifying scar on his wrist. "I got this when I was fifteen, right after I was admitted to the best university in the country. He nearly beat me to death. He wanted to use that entrance exam to turn me into a massive joke. But I actually passed. The public glory and envy my high score brought him only made him beat me harder behind closed doors!"