The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 663

Catherine did exactly as he asked, grabbing the items and driving straight to Gavin's house.

Half an hour later, she pulled up to his driveway.

Before she could even shift into park, Gavin sprinted out of his front door and jumped into the passenger seat.

"Hurry, drive to the airport to pick up my dad. I got wasted last night, and now we're almost late."

He had clearly just showered. The scent of gardenia body wash hung in the air, barely masking the heavy stench of alcohol.

"How much did you drink?" Catherine frowned.

Gavin rubbed the back of his head. "I lost track. All I know is I woke up surrounded by empty bottles. My blood alcohol level is probably still off the charts."

That explained why he needed her to drive him to the airport.

Catherine pressed the pedal to the floor and sped toward the terminal.

Racing against the clock, they managed to pull up just as the flight landed.

"Wait here. I'm going to go talk to my dad. If negotiations go well, we'll drop him at a hotel. If not, you and I are heading back to the office."

Gavin unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the door, turning back to warn her. "Whatever you do, do not come inside."

Catherine nodded. "Got it."

Whether Golden Horizon partnered with The Lee Group or not was way above her paygrade. She wasn't about to humiliate herself by walking into Hammer's line of fire.

Gavin marched off with the documents and the corporate seal, his posture screaming that he was heading into battle.

Catherine turned off the engine, cracked the windows for some air, and adjusted her seat to get comfortable while she waited.

Sitting in the quiet car, her mind drifted back to the weird video call, so she sent Alexa a quick text.

[Let me know when Lanny wakes up.]

Alexa didn't reply.

With Belinda stubbornly refusing to leave, she and Sophia were taking turns hoarding Lanny. There was no way to sneak a photo, let alone hop on a video call.

About ten minutes later, still without a reply from Alexa, Catherine spotted Gavin storming out of the elevator.

As he passed a trash can, he ripped the documents in half and forcefully shoved them inside.

They both climbed in and slammed the doors. Gavin immediately crossed his arms. "Don't try to persuade me. I'm not going back."

"I wasn't going to. It wouldn't work anyway."

Catherine started the engine and pulled away from the curb. "Just make sure you've thought this through. If you fall out with your dad, your funds will be cut off. Your days of throwing millions of dollars around are over."

"I'd live on scraps before I ever came crawling back to him!"

"Alright. Where am I taking you?" Catherine asked. "The office? Your place?"

Gavin's expression faltered.

Since they just had a massive fallout and he quit, why would he go back to the office?

His place? Was it even his house anymore?

But if he couldn't go to the office and couldn't go home, where was he supposed to go?

"Just take me home," Gavin said, his bravado fading. "I'll lay low for a couple of days and see what happens."