The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 701

"Why does it feel like those two have some sort of vendetta? How are we supposed to work together?"

Catherine paused for a moment before returning to normal, stepping into the elevator leading to the parking garage.

Lance was waiting by her car. His white dress shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, the hem pulled loosely from his trousers, giving him a rugged, untamed edge.

Rolled-up sleeves revealed an expensive watch catching the garage's fluorescent lights. The glow hit the side of his neck, highlighting the faint, pulsing veins along his collarbone.

"Did you really need to drink at an event like this?"

Catherine walked over and unlocked the car.

Lance pulled the door open and slid inside, tossing his tie casually into the backseat.

"I ran into Adolf. We had a couple of drinks."

Speaking of Adolf, he slowly turned his gaze toward Catherine. "His daughter is marrying Lewis at the end of the year. He invited me to the wedding."

Catherine paused while buckling her seatbelt. "That's only two months away. The holidays are coming up."

"What are your plans?" Lance asked.

"My plans for what?" Catherine glanced at him. "Actually, I don't want to stay in Eldervale anymore."

"Going back to Cabinda?" Lance asked.

Catherine stayed silent for a few seconds before shaking her head. "Of course not. I want to go..."

Go somewhere no one knew her. A place where she and Lanny could live a good, quiet life.

But before the words could leave her lips, she met Lance's intense, deep gaze and swallowed them back down.

"Let's just go home for now," she said, quickly changing the subject. "I saw someone at the mall this afternoon who looked exactly like Susan. She was holding a baby, and for a second, I thought it was her taking Lanny out."

She smoothly shifted the conversation.

Lance's eyes narrowed slightly, a flash of unease crossing his face. He checked his watch.

"Cabinda should still be on your list of options if you leave Eldervale. Think about it carefully."

Catherine's foot eased off the gas pedal for a second before pressing down again.

"Have you eaten?" she asked. "I just texted Susan to make some pasta. Do you want me to ask her to make a plate for you, too?"