THE DIVORCE GAMBIT From Dumped Wife to CEO's Forever novel Chapter 321

As soon as Ann finished speaking, a smug grin spread across her face.

She knew Alison, Master Fenmore’s protégé.

But did Caitlin?

If Caitlin wanted to meet Alison, she’d have to go through Ann—that much was clear. Meeting Alison was the kind of stroke of luck people prayed for. Ann could just imagine how excited Caitlin must be.

But Caitlin only glanced sidelong at Ann, her voice calm. “Thank you, but I’m really not interested in Alison.”

Ann froze.

Not interested in Alison?

Who would believe that?

This was Alison—the same Alison that every socialite in the capital tried to curry favor with. Caitlin had to be pretending. She was jealous, obviously—jealous that Ann knew Alison while she didn’t, so she was just putting on this act of indifference.

How pathetic.

Even Tammie glanced at Caitlin, her eyes filled with confusion.

Who in their right mind wouldn’t want to meet Master Fenmore—or Alison, for that matter?

But Tammie didn’t dwell on it.

Ann forced a pleasant smile. “Alright, Freya, if you’re not interested, I won’t push it.”

But she couldn’t help herself. “Still, Freya, if you ever change your mind and want to meet Alison, just let me know. Alison and I are very close friends.”

She made sure to emphasize those last words.

Caitlin just nodded. “Sure.”

Ann picked up another box from Dahlia and brought it over to Caitlin. “Freya, this is your gift—it’s also a painting from Master Fenmore. I hope you like it.”

Caitlin accepted the box. “Thank you.”

Ann flashed a bright smile. “We’re all sisters here—no need to be so formal.”

Caitlin passed the box to the butler beside her. “Zack, could you please store this for me?”

“Of course, Miss Freya.”

With the little puppy still in her arms, Caitlin said, “Come on, Monday. Let’s head back to our room.”

Ann’s smile faded, her brow creasing.

What’s with this country girl act?

Anyone else getting a painting from Fenmore would be over the moon. But Caitlin—nothing. No reaction at all. As if Fenmore’s painting meant less to her than that scruffy little dog.

Was Caitlin really looking down on Fenmore’s work?

What a brat. Clearly, she didn’t respect Ann as her sister.

After everyone had left the hall, Ann sidled up to Tammie, her voice small and hurt. “Tammie, do you think Freya doesn’t like me?”

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