The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 625

Lorinda paled, instinctively stepping in front of Catherine to shield her.

"Lorinda, come here."

Latonia waved her over.

Lorinda glanced back at Catherine. "I've gotta go. You head inside."

"Okay." Catherine gave a tight nod. The hostility radiating from Davis and Latonia sent a deep, crushing sense of helplessness through her.

"Get in the car."

Davis signaled for Latonia to usher Lorinda and Jasper into the backseat.

He then marched up the steps, his gaze fixing heavily on Harrell. "Harrell, you're the one who suggested coming to Westridge today. Is this... a friend you brought along?"

Lorinda had just reached the car with Jasper, but hearing her father's accusing tone, she spun back around. "No, Dad—"

"Lorinda, get in," Latonia demanded, practically pulling her daughter into the vehicle. "You are exhausting to deal with."

Lorinda was forcefully bundled into the car.

"I apologize, Mr. Lee—"

"Mr. Lee, Harrell didn't bring me here. I came on my own."

Catherine cut Harrell's apology short. "I'm sorry. Resorting to this kind of secrecy to see Lorinda was a mistake."

Davis turned a chilling glare on her. "Catherine, I made it perfectly clear that I do not want you seeing Lorinda ever again!"

"Sneaking around was wrong, but your demand is only fair in your eyes. It is unjust and unreasonable to both Lorinda and me."

Catherine had always known that her secret meetings with Lorinda would eventually be discovered by Davis and Latonia.

She just hadn't expected to get caught red-handed on their very first outing.

Sure, to a man like Davis, their incomes were a drop in the bucket, and he hated that Lorinda had to hustle in the cutthroat internet industry, believing the work was beneath her.

But even Davis couldn't deny that Lorinda was exceptionally capable.

And Catherine's talent was undeniable. To be highly valued by a man like Lance meant her business acumen and potential were immeasurable.

Their reliance on each other to survive and succeed was simply a matter of fact.

"Mr. Lee, I don't want our next meeting with Lorinda to be under these circumstances. I genuinely hope you'll reconsider your stance."

Catherine offered Davis a polite nod, then turned on her heel and walked back into the restaurant to pack up Lanny's things and leave.

Davis followed her retreating figure with his eyes, and only then did he notice Lance standing inside.

Lance was dressed impeccably in a crisp black shirt with rolled-up sleeves and sharply tailored trousers. His rugged, intimidating aura was surprisingly tempered by the fact that his hands were resting protectively on a baby stroller.