The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 442

Lance’s hand froze halfway through unbuckling his seatbelt. He watched as Catherine got into her car and drove off without even a glance back. His lips pressed together, his sharp features set in a look that was all shadows and regret. He couldn’t take his eyes off the spot where she’d disappeared.

At the restaurant entrance, Latonia stepped outside too. She stood in place, staring after the car as it sped away, looking a little lost.

“Go ask the restaurant for their security footage,” Latonia told her driver.

The driver nodded and hurried off.

Latonia’s heart was pounding, wild and anxious. That woman’s face—so beautiful, so full of life—reminded her of herself when she was younger. She knew what the woman said was ridiculous, but hope had already started to bloom inside her and she couldn’t help it.

“Latonia.”

She turned to see Lance standing there. “Yes? Who are you?”

He handed her a business card. “Lance, from Cabinda.”

“Lance?” She took the card, her voice surprised. “What brings you here?”

“Just passing through,” Lance replied, keeping it simple. “I’ve tried to meet with Geoffrey a few times, but he’s always busy.”

Latonia smiled politely. “He hasn’t been involved in business for a long time. He’s focused on being with his kids now.”

Lance nodded. “I’ve heard Geoffrey is a family man. Looks like that’s true. But I didn’t want to see him just for work.”

“Not just for work?” Latonia repeated, raising a brow. “Then what’s it about?”

“The Lee family,” Lance said, his tone steady and serious. “Things are complicated there. If Geoffrey wants peace, I’m afraid it won’t be easy.”

Latonia’s expression fell. “So it’s still work, isn’t it?”

She clearly wasn’t happy. Even though it was her first time meeting Lance, and she knew his reputation, she couldn’t hide how she felt. She and Geoffrey just wanted a quiet life.

Lance paused for a second. “I’m sorry if I overstepped. Please give Geoffrey my regards.”

He didn’t push.

Latonia relaxed a little. “Sorry about before. I’ve just got a lot on my mind.”

“It’s all right. Keep the card. If you ever need anything, just call me.”

“Yep.” Gavin squeezed past her and collapsed onto her couch like he owned the place. “Please, can you make me some hangover soup? I’m dying here.”

“I’ll order you some takeout. I’ll have it delivered to your place,” Catherine said, pulling out her phone.

“No way. I want your homemade soup.”

“I’m pregnant, you know. Do you even feel bad asking me?”

“But I’ve got news for you.” Gavin crossed his legs, looking smug. “It’s about your orphanage.”

Catherine paused, her finger hovering over her phone. She looked up at him. “What do you know?”

Gavin raised an eyebrow, giving her a look that said plenty without a word.

On the way back, Lorinda had kept worrying about Patty’s phone still being off.

Catherine sighed and headed into the kitchen. “Give me a few minutes.”