The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 513

“Wait for the right moment. Don't tip her off.”

Lance pushed down the frustration rising in his chest. “If you mess up like this again, you can pack your bags and head back to Cabinda.”

Aaron was sweating. “Yes, Lance.”

“Get out.” Lance’s voice was cold and quick. Without looking up, he turned his attention back to his work.

Once Aaron was gone, the office grew quiet. Completely still, Lance stared at the document in front of him, not even blinking.

After a while, his phone rang. It was Harrell.

“Catherine’s throwing a late one-month party for her baby tomorrow. Pick me up before you go.”

Lance’s eyes tightened. “A one-month party?”

There was a short silence. Harrell hesitated. “You… didn’t get an invite from Catherine, did you?”

If you called it a ‘party,’ that’d be a huge stretch. Lorinda had said clearly it would just be a meal with a few friends. Harrell just naturally figured Lance would be one of those friends, since according to Lorinda, Lance had spent the whole month taking care of Catherine and Alexander White.

Harrell cleared his throat awkwardly. “Well, as the ex-husband, I get it—maybe it’s weird for you to show up at your ex-wife’s kid’s party. But hey, if you just want to give a gift, maybe show up as her ex-boss, that makes sense too, right?”

Not that it made any sense at all. Forget ex-boss—even a current boss wouldn’t go to something like this, especially without an invitation.

“Where’s she living now?” Lance raised his eyebrows, his tone chilly.

“I’ll text you the address,” Harrell said. Then he added, “So… you’re actually coming—”

Before he could finish, Lance had already hung up.

Gavin grinned. “Transportation, too. I’ll buy him every ride—stroller, tricycle, bike… when he’s old enough, I’ll even get him a car. I’ll buy him a Maserati!”

Lorinda crossed her arms. “When he’s all grown up and has his own kids, I’ll babysit for him.”

Gavin declared, “Fine, I’ll pay for his wedding and all his wedding gifts.”

The two were locked in a staring contest, sparks practically flying. It looked like they might actually start fighting.

Catherine jumped in, just in time. “You two are supposed to be his godparents. At this rate, what’s left for me, his actual mom, to even do?”

Lorinda scoffed. “Come on, what’s there to worry about? We want to help! Anyway, I’m definitely not getting married—so you and I are stuck together for life. No one’s going to mess with our friendship. As for certain other people, who knows, right? Like, what if he actually gets married and his wife won’t let him be this nice to you?”

Gavin banged his fist on the table. “Maybe I just won’t get married, how about that? Actually, if I do, I’ll marry Catherine. That way, I’ll be the official dad and the first thing I’d do is fire you from your godmother job!”