THE DIVORCE GAMBIT From Dumped Wife to CEO's Forever novel Chapter 166

He thought it would be rude to just send the driver over.

Far too disrespectful.

Glenn hesitated for a moment. "Sir, does this mean you're not going back to the office for now?"

"That's right. Take me to Miss Kensington's place first."

"Understood."

Glenn's face remained calm and professional, but inside, his mind was in turmoil.

So it's true—Sir has a special interest in Miss Kensington!

Well, well, well.

It's like watching an old house suddenly catch fire.

And the fire's burning hot!

Gordon leaned back in the rear seat, reached into the car's mini-fridge, and pulled out a bottle of chilled mineral water. He twisted off the cap and drank half of it in one long, steady gulp.

The icy water soothed the heat simmering inside him.

Through the rearview mirror, Glenn caught sight of Gordon drinking, and couldn't help thinking—

This really is something. The old house is blazing!

After finishing the water, Gordon pulled his phone from his pocket and opened up a game.

That's right.

The PC and mobile versions of Imperial Ascent were fully synchronized.

That's why, almost overnight, Imperial Ascent had taken the world by storm.

Gordon was using a foldable-screen phone.

As soon as he logged in, he tapped into Wonderhaven Estate.

First thing, he opened Phyllis's profile.

Phyllis was offline.

The system showed they'd last logged in two hours ago.

Gordon checked Phyllis's info.

Age: Private.

Gordon carried the package to the door of apartment 101 and stopped. There was no doorbell, so he freed one hand and knocked.

Knock, knock, knock—

The door opened quickly.

"Who is it?" asked the person inside.

It was Fortune.

"Mr. Kensington? I'm a friend of Catie's—just bringing her a gift." For some reason, the always composed and unflappable Gordon found himself nervous in Fortune's presence.

Genuinely nervous.

It was strange—Gordon had never felt this way before.

"Oh, you're Catie's friend? Come in, come in—please, have a seat!" Fortune ushered him inside, eager and warm.

Gordon stepped into the apartment, his expensive tailored suit completely at odds with the modest, rented space.

Fortune could tell at a glance that Gordon wasn't just an ordinary guest. Smiling, he asked, "And you are…?"

Gordon quickly replied, "Mr. Kensington, my name's Gordon Sylvester. But please, just call me Vest."