The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 636

"You rate Gavin that highly? Come on, let me help you."

Drunks just spewed whatever came to mind.

Their words barely made any sense.

Harrell had no idea what he was saying anymore; his head was just throbbing with a blinding ache.

When Lance fished the phone out of his pocket, Harrell didn't even try to fight for it. A moment later, he passed out cold.

Lance used the phone to fire off a few messages, then flagged down a waiter to help haul Harrell up to a hotel room to sleep it off. Afterward, he headed home.

As the Maybach vanished into the depths of the night, Adelina stepped out from the shadows.

She had planned to find another opportunity to talk to Lance.

But with Harrell getting blackout drunk and Lance leaving so abruptly, she didn't get a chance at all.

Wait, what had Harrell just been rambling about?

Catherine was going back to work? At Golden Horizon Enterprises?

Adelina stared at the taillights of the disappearing Maybach for a long moment before pulling out her phone and dialing Sally.

"Sally, I need to tell you something. Catherine is working at Golden Horizon Enterprises..."

Back at the estate, the interior was pitched in utter darkness.

Guided only by the pale moonlight spilling through the windows, Catherine made her way downstairs to the kitchen for a glass of water.

She couldn't find her usual glass, so she had to grab a new one from the cabinets.

Susan had completely rearranged the kitchen storage since she started working there.

After checking a few of the lower cabinets with no luck, Catherine had to stand on her tiptoes to search the upper ones.

Finally, she spotted a glass tucked away in the corner of a top shelf and reached for it.

The movement caused her nightgown to ride up, exposing her slender, long legs.

Trying to keep her balance, she pressed her stomach flush against the edge of the counter.

Just as her fingertips brushed the glass, a large, masculine hand reached past her and effortlessly snatched it away.

Dropping back onto her heels in surprise, she instinctively spun around.

With that slight shift, she crashed right into a hard, muscular chest.

Catherine found herself instantly trapped between the man and the kitchen counters.

Lance set the glass down to his right, bracing both hands on the edge of the counter as he leaned in to look at her.

"It's the middle of the night. You didn't even turn on a light."

Catherine kept her gaze level, which meant she was staring directly at Lance's Adam's apple, watching it bob as he spoke.

After she spoke, Lance remained silent, his gaze turning somber and unwavering as he stared her down.

"Let me go."

Catherine had to say it again, her tone firm.

"Do you really have to take this job?" Lance demanded.

"Of course,"

Catherine replied without a second of hesitation.

Lance's brow furrowed, his jaw clenching tight. "Can you really bear to leave Lanny?"

Those few words instantly shattered her resolute facade.

Even though she had mentally prepared herself and reasoned it out a million times—knowing that returning to work early was the only way she could give Lanny a better life—

It still broke her heart to leave him.

"That's my business. Stop talking about it and let me go."

Catching the flicker of raw pain across her face, Lance finally dropped his hands from the counter—only to pull her flush against his chest in a tight, suffocating hug.

"Fine. Go back to work," he murmured into her hair. "But you need to stay the hell away from Gavin."