The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 685

She's only riding his coattails because she had his child, isn't she?

Adelina simply refused to believe that Lance could genuinely fall for a woman like Catherine—a nobody with zero background and nothing but a pretty face!

Sure, maybe Catherine had some business acumen.

But if Adelina entered the corporate arena, she definitely wouldn't be any worse than her!

The chaotic thud of approaching footsteps echoed behind her once more. Adelina quickly darted into an even deeper shadow to hide.

Her silenced phone buzzed in her hand. It was a text message from Sarah.

*[Lay low at the Lee estate. Eldervale is their territory. Your father can't touch you there!]*

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At two in the afternoon, Catherine had just coaxed Lanny to sleep when a light knock sounded on the door. Susan slipped into the room.

"Catherine, Lance is asking for you downstairs. I'll keep an eye on the little guy for you."

Catherine stood up, looking utterly perplexed. "What's going on?"

Susan walked around to the other side of the crib and settled into a chair. "You'll know once you head down."

"Alright." Left with no choice, Catherine made her way downstairs.

In the first-floor living room, several commercial clothing racks had materialized, overflowing with baby clothes. They came in every conceivable style, fabric, and color.

Lance sat casually on the sofa. As soon as he saw her, his deep voice rang out. "Pick out some clothes for Lanny."

"What is all this—"

Catherine instantly recognized the garments. They were from one of the ultra-luxury baby boutiques at the plaza they had visited earlier.

Standing front and center in the living room was the boutique manager, offering an impossibly polite, deferential smile.

"Ma'am, Mr. Lance already provided the young master's height and weight. These are our brand's latest arrivals for the year. The beige sets are particularly excellent. Please, feel the material..."

The manager pulled a few tiny outfits from the racks and walked over to Catherine, excitedly explaining the organic fabrics, the loose, comfortable fits, and how they were the most sought-after baby styles of the season.

Catherine flipped open one of the tags. Unsurprisingly, there was no price listed—only a detailed breakdown of the materials, proudly declaring 100% pure cotton.

"Mr. Lance mentioned earlier that he liked these particular pieces. If they aren't to your taste, I can gladly show you the rest of the collection?"

After wrapping up her enthusiastic pitch, the manager seamlessly redirected the conversation back to Lance.