The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 619

"Only legally."

Lance spat the words out through thinned lips.

The sheer jealousy radiating from his statement was palpable.

Even miles away on the other end of the line, Harrell could practically smell the bitterness.

"Tomorrow at 10 AM. Westridge Equestrian Center."

Having dropped the crucial details, Harrell hung up.

Lance tossed his phone onto his desk and stepped up to the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring out at the dazzling, sprawling Eldervale skyline.

The shimmering city lights reflected in his deep, somber gaze, doing nothing to chase away the dark mood settling over him.

After a long moment, he turned and grabbed his phone to call Aaron. "Have a few tins of formula delivered to my office tomorrow morning."

"Yes, Boss. Will 9 AM be alright?" Aaron asked.

"Eight," Lance ordered, instantly hanging up.

Aaron, who hadn't even driven out of the block surrounding SilverLeaf Industries, lightly smacked his forehead. "Why did you have to open your big mouth?"

Because he opened his big mouth, he'd just lost another hour of precious sleep.

The Westridge Equestrian Center sat in the southwest of Eldervale. It was the premier socializing and recreation hub for the city's elite.

Davis knew the management and had personally requested they clear out the facility. Given how young Jasper was, he didn't want any rowdy crowds causing accidents.

Because of this, Lorinda had specifically told Catherine to arrive after 10 AM, once the Lees had departed. Lorinda would notify the front gate, allowing Catherine to drive straight in.

There was only one road leading up to the center. On her way in, Catherine coincidentally passed Davis and Latonia's car heading out.

Fortunately, they didn't recognize her vehicle, and the moment passed without incident.

Catherine pulled through the gates and headed straight for the parking lot.

Before she had even parked the car, Lorinda was already sprinting over with Jasper, beaming with excitement.

"Hurry up! Lanny is here, let's go see him!"

Jasper was clutching a tiny pinwheel, holding it high in the air. "Baby! Baby!"

Catherine's footsteps faltered for a fraction of a second before she recovered her composure.

She just smiled at Harrell, refusing to take the bait.

"Do you have any idea what's been up with Lance lately?" Harrell pressed, following her into the lounge. "He's been working Aaron and the rest of the team to the bone. They're getting dragged in for emergency meetings in the middle of the night that last until dawn."

Lorinda shot Catherine a calculating look. "Did you piss him off?"

Catherine thought back carefully and shook her head. "No."

"I'm not trying to interrogate you," Harrell clarified. "I'm just worried about his health. He's day-drinking, pulling all-nighters at the office, and barely sleeping. You know what they say—once a guy hits twenty-five, his body ages to sixty-five. I'm afraid he's going to collapse."

"He'll be fine. He's incredibly fit," Catherine stated matter-of-factly.

She had seen Lance run on just two hours of sleep a night for two solid weeks, looking perfectly energized the entire time.

It had only been a few days—

"Is that right?" Harrell suddenly chuckled.

His laughter prompted Lorinda to purse her lips thoughtfully. "How would you know how fit he is? You haven't taken him for a test drive in two years, right?"