THE DIVORCE GAMBIT From Dumped Wife to CEO's Forever novel Chapter 7

Moonlight spilled in through the window, casting a faint silver glow across Gordon's sharp profile.

His lips pressed into a thin, unwavering line. There was a force about him—unyielding, commanding—so intense that even the air felt heavy, and the atmosphere in the room seemed to constrict around him.

Skyler, his nephew by blood, didn't dare say another word. Instinctively, he lowered his head, his tone turning reverent. "Alright, Uncle," he said quickly. "I'll have someone look into it right away."

Skyler had always admired talented people, especially promising young men like Julian.

But if his uncle wanted an investigation, then so be it. The truth would stand up to scrutiny—he was sure of it. Julian wouldn't let him down.

Soon enough, Uncle Gordon would see for himself that he'd been overthinking everything. The thought of witnessing that moment, of seeing his uncle proven wrong for the first time, sent a jolt of excitement through Skyler.

For years, Gordon had stood above everyone else, untouchable and revered. No one had ever managed to challenge him, let alone prove him wrong. But Skyler was determined—he would be the first.

Hell yeah.

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Meanwhile, Caitlin had returned to the home from her childhood memories.

The neighborhood was as ordinary as they came in Silverhaven—rows of modest apartment buildings, nothing fancy.

Ever since Fortune Kensington had taken her in, this was where they'd lived, renting a small flat on the eighth floor.

She took the elevator up and knocked on the door—three quick raps.

A minute passed before the door creaked open. Standing there was an elderly man in his early sixties, his face warm and kind. When he saw Caitlin on the doorstep, he froze, eyes wide with disbelief. "C-Catie? What are you doing here so late?"

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