The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 17

“You’re really not doing so great, Lance.”

Gavin walked over, hands open and a teasing smile on his face. “Looks like your secretary can’t wait to ditch you.”

Lance leaned against the wall, tall and composed, a cigarette burning slowly between his fingers. His eyes swept over Catherine for barely a second before drifting to the gray skies outside the window.

“Leave.”

The word slipped from his lips, cold and sharp.

Gavin’s grin only grew wider. He took his hand off Lance’s shoulder and raised both hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright, you win, Lance. I’ll let you two talk.”

He shot Catherine a dazzling smile. “Don’t worry, if the world comes crashing down, I’ll be there for you.”

Gavin was clearly enjoying the spectacle, not even trying to hide it.

Lance’s face stayed unreadable, but the storm in his dark eyes said enough. He wasn’t happy.

The hallway fell silent. Catherine stood a few paces away, watching as Lance finished his cigarette. Smoke curled softly around his striking features.

“Lance,” she said quietly, “I only took his business card to get rid of him.”

Lance took a long drag, then flicked the cigarette into the trash. He raised an eyebrow, voice flat. “Is that right.”

Catherine’s eyes widened in surprise. She hadn’t expected him to react like this. Was he doubting her?

She nodded. “Yes.” She didn’t bother explaining further.

A voice called out from inside the ballroom. “Lance, Adelina’s looking for you.”

Lance straightened, his suit falling perfectly into place. Without another word, he headed back inside.

Catherine hesitated, following him by a couple of steps, wanting to say more. But Adelina swept into view, lifting her dress as she rushed over and practically threw herself into Lance’s arms.

“Lance, everyone’s teasing me. They keep saying I was raised just to be your wife.”

She was talking about their group of friends, the usual crowd of wealthy heirs.

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