The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 170

Lance stood tall, his posture sharp and commanding. Even though Lewis was just as tall, somehow Lance made him seem smaller, quieter.

“As long as Adolf’s good with it, I don’t mind,” Lance said, his voice calm but firm.

They all headed into the private dining room Lance had reserved. The table was a square one meant for six. Catherine took a seat next to Lance, and Lewis sat directly across from her. Not long after, Aaron came in from parking the car. He spotted Catherine and hesitated for a second, clearly surprised, but didn’t say anything. He just grabbed a chair and sat down on Lance’s other side.

“So, Lewis, how do you know Catherine?” Adolf asked, trying to make conversation while everyone settled in.

Lewis paused, choosing his words. “A distant cousin of mine works in the secretarial department at SilverLeaf Industries. She introduced us.”

He didn’t say it was a setup, but everyone at the table could read between the lines.

“If I’d known you two already knew each other, I would have had you join this collaboration from the start,” Adolf said, a little regretful. Lewis was new at NextGen Technologies, but he was already on Adolf’s radar for his talent. The only thing holding him back was his lack of experience. Now, knowing he had a connection with Catherine, things felt a little more promising. Catherine had been with Lance for years; she was sharp and influential. If she and Lewis hit it off, it could only be good news for Adolf.

“It’s not too late to bring him in now,” Lance chimed in, lounging back in his chair. He glanced sideways at Catherine. “Catherine’s got the skills. I could have her oversee the NextGen project too.”

Catherine felt a wave of anxiety and quickly spoke up. “I’m already handling a project in the government sector. Honestly, I don’t have the time or energy for more.”

“That’s a pity,” Adolf replied, sounding a little disappointed. “Next time, we’ll plan it better.”

Lance tapped his glass, looking cool and distant, as if an invisible chill hung around him.

Halfway through the meal, Catherine excused herself to use the restroom. Aaron slipped out after her, catching up just as she was washing her hands.

“You told me you had plans this afternoon,” he said, giving her a look. “Turns out your plans were lunch with that guy from NextGen?”

She nodded, not seeing a reason to hide it. “Yeah.”

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