THE DIVORCE GAMBIT From Dumped Wife to CEO's Forever novel Chapter 1012

After speaking, Gordon waited for Stuart's reply.

No one could guess how nervous he was. If the receptionist had looked up, she would have seen tiny beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

After a moment, Stuart's voice came from inside the room. "Come in."

Gordon pushed the door open and stood before Stuart, his posture impeccably respectful. "Mr. Gonzales, you were looking for me."

"Mr. Sylvester." Stuart looked up at Gordon, his expression unreadable.

Mr. Sylvester? The formal address was more frightening than a reprimand.

Gordon was already unsettled by Stuart's unexpected visit, and now this title made his heart pound faster. "Mr. Gonzales, please, I'm just a junior. You can call me Vest."

He felt he was in no position to be called "Mr. Sylvester" by Stuart.

At this, the receptionist froze, thinking she'd misheard.

Vest? She never would have dreamed that the high and mighty Mr. Sylvester could be so humble. It felt surreal.

It seemed Gordon was far more serious about Caitlin than anyone had imagined. If he didn't care for her, he wouldn't be showing her father this level of deference.

Stuart continued, "I came today because there's something I need to discuss with you."

"If you needed to speak with me, you could have just sent someone to let me know," Gordon said quickly. "There was no need for you to come all this way yourself." He then gestured respectfully. "Mr. Gonzales, please, come upstairs."

Upstairs?

Stuart's eyes narrowed slightly. "To your office?"

"Yes."

"An office is for business. What I have to say is a private matter." Stuart paused. "Let's go to a tea room nearby."

Like Caitlin, Stuart preferred tea to coffee.

Gordon nodded slightly. "Of course. That was thoughtless of me."

Stuart's car was parked outside. They got into the back seat, one after the other.

No one spoke. The silence in the car felt heavy, almost stifling. Gordon sat rigidly upright, not even daring to sneeze, afraid of stirring the slightest displeasure.

For the first time in his life, time seemed to crawl by, each second an eternity. After what felt like ages, the car finally stopped. Gordon got out first.

"After you, Mr. Gonzales."

"Mm," Stuart acknowledged, getting out of the car.

As they entered the tea room, an attendant immediately came to greet them. "Mr. Sylvester, right this way."

Stuart glanced at him with a hint of surprise. "You come here often?"

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