The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 740

"Why?" Lance's tone turned ice-cold. "Are you worried I'm after your little family shares?"

The Lee Group's shares were worth hundreds of millions of dollars—a staggering fortune to any ordinary person.

But to Lance, they were nothing. The James family's wealth was on an entirely different, unfathomable scale.

Geoffrey shook his head frantically. "Of course not..."

What he was actually worried about was Catherine vanishing for good. After all, the shares were in her name!

Lance guided Catherine past him, heading for the exit.

But Catherine stopped and looked back at Geoffrey.

"I have zero interest in your shares. After this, we go back to being strangers."

With that, she turned and followed Lance out the door.

Night had fallen, carrying a crisp breeze.

The late autumn air in Eldervale dropped sharply after dark. The moment they stepped out of the villa, a chill washed over them.

Lance slipped off his suit jacket, draped it over Catherine's shoulders, and led her to his car.

From the shadowy corners of the courtyard, the faint crunch of approaching footsteps echoed.

Catherine scanned the area. Dozens of suit-clad bodyguards were closing in on them.

They were Geoffrey's men. He had come prepared.

The main gates to the property were sealed shut. The courtyard floodlights snapped on, instantly illuminating the space.

Geoffrey emerged from the house, his sycophantic tone now laced with a heavy threat.

"Since you're already here, Lance, why not stay for dinner? If you don't mind the accommodations, you can even spend the night. You can leave tomorrow after the documents are delivered. There's no rush."

Catherine's palms began to sweat.

Geoffrey was actually insane enough to corner Lance. With dozens of guards against one man, the odds were terrible—especially with her weighing him down.

She hadn't expected his grand rescue to be quite so literal. He had walked right into the lion's den totally alone.

"You... you need to go," she whispered, trying to tug her hand free from his grip.