The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 469

Catherine’s exit agreement had a clause—she was expected to help out with any work that came up after she left. Even though she really wasn’t in the mood, her sense of professionalism wouldn’t let her ignore it. So, she headed over to Lance.

“How long is this going to take?” she asked.

“Just the time it takes for a meal.” Lance held open the passenger door for her.

She ducked into the car, clicked her seatbelt, and as Lance walked around to the driver’s side, she pulled out her phone and sent a quick text. Lance caught that little moment, his eyes darkening as he climbed in and started the car.

The earlier sharp edge between them was gone, but that didn’t mean things felt any less awkward. Catherine stared out the window, doing her best not to look at him, but the more she tried to ignore him, the heavier the silence got.

The restaurant they were heading to—Bay Manor—sat on the top floor of a shopping center right in the heart of Eldervale. The whole place was done up in dark reds that glowed almost scarlet in the afternoon sun, the black and white accents making everything look a little too polished, almost like nobody had ever truly relaxed there.

In the VIP room, the big double doors were carved with intricate patterns, giving off an expensive, exclusive vibe. A server opened the doors for them. Inside, two people were already waiting.

Catherine recognized one of them instantly. Latonia was the elegant woman she and Lorinda had run into at a restaurant not long ago.

“Geoffrey, Latonia,” Lance said as the two of them stood up. “This is my secretary, Catherine.”

So that was Geoffrey’s brother, Davis, and his wife. Catherine hadn’t seen Davis at any of the Lee family parties, but his reputation preceded him. Everyone said he wasn’t interested in the family business, just collected his dividends and never bothered with social events. Why was Lance meeting with him now?

“Have a seat,” Davis said, pulling out a chair for her before glancing at Latonia.

Latonia gave Catherine a gentle look. “You two go ahead and talk shop. I’ll just sit over there for a bit.”

Lance looked back at Catherine, and she understood right away.

“I’ll keep Latonia company,” Catherine said, grabbing her bag and following Latonia to a small tea table in the corner.

She took a seat across from Latonia and reached for the teapot, ready to make tea, but Latonia smiled and took over, rinsing the pot and preparing the leaves with easy, practiced movements.

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