The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 297

“What are you doing up in the middle of the night?”

Harrell, still in his pajamas, slid into Lance’s car parked outside his front door.

“Seatbelt.”

Lance barely moved his lips as he spoke, then hit the gas.

Harrell looked confused but pulled the seatbelt across his chest and clicked it into place.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see when we get there.”

Lance’s long fingers were steady on the wheel.

The car raced down streets glowing with neon, zigzagging through the city’s late-night buzz.

An hour later, they pulled up in front of SuperMiami, right in the center of Cabinda.

Inside, the whole club was awash in wild, colorful lights. The air was heavy with that over-the-top, anything-goes energy.

Lance led Harrell upstairs to a private booth with a view of everything below.

Once they shut the window, the pounding music faded to a low thrum.

“If you’re going to drag me somewhere like this, at least give me a heads-up so I can change clothes,” Harrell muttered, glancing down at his burgundy silk pajamas. The bouncer hadn’t stopped him, but everywhere he walked, people stared. In a room full of weird outfits, somehow he was the one who felt out of place.

“Have a drink.”

Lance nodded at the strong liquor on the table. “Consider it a welcome-back party.”

Harrell just stared at him.

Was this really for him, or was someone else supposed to be here?

Well, whoever that was, they weren’t here, so maybe it really was for him.

He couldn’t help but say, “I’ve been back for a while now. We’ve already had dinner together, remember?”

“Stop talking so much.”

Lance picked up a bottle of vodka and tossed it his way.

Harrell caught it on reflex. Figuring there was no way out, he opened it and poured himself a glass.

He was about to take a sip when Lance spoke up. “Is your mentor really the best doctor in the field? Here or abroad?”

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