THE DIVORCE GAMBIT From Dumped Wife to CEO's Forever novel Chapter 757

Although Brock's condition was urgent, a day or two wouldn't make a critical difference. Caitlin was exhausted from the long journey, and rest was her top priority.

"Sounds good," Caitlin agreed.

The Palmer family's private car was waiting in the airport's underground parking. A short twenty-minute drive later, they arrived at their hotel: The Grand Patrin, one of the most luxurious hotels in the country.

The moment the car stopped, a staff member in a crisp uniform approached respectfully. "Miss Palmer."

Celia nodded and gestured to Caitlin. "This is the Miss Gonzales I told you about, and this is Miss Hayes."

The man immediately bowed to them. "Miss Gonzales, Miss Hayes, it is a pleasure. My name is Hardy, and I will be your personal butler during your stay. If you need anything at all, please do not hesitate to contact me." He presented them with his business cards. "You can reach me using the internal line on your bedside phone, or if you are out of the hotel, you may call the number on this card."

"Thank you," Caitlin and Celeste said, accepting the cards.

The Grand Patrin had an exclusive elevator for its aristocratic guests. Hardy led them around a corner to a private, quiet lift, a stark contrast to the busy public elevators.

Celia had arranged for them to stay in a deluxe suite on the top floor—the 78th floor. The view was breathtaking. Standing before the floor-to-ceiling windows, they could see the entire city spread out below them.

Celia did a quick inspection of the suite's amenities. Satisfied, she turned to leave. "Freya, March, I'll let you two get some rest. I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

Once Celia had gone, Celeste flopped onto the enormous, plush bed. "Catie, let's rest this morning and go exploring this afternoon. This is my first time in Valerium!"

"Okay," Caitlin agreed. Although she had been to Valerium many times in her past life, it had always been for work. She had never had the chance to properly explore the city.

They slept for seven hours, waking up around one in the afternoon. Celeste had packed an assortment of pretty dresses and was holding them up against herself. "Catie, which one looks better, the blue or the pink?"

"The pink," Caitlin decided.

"Pink it is!"

When Celeste emerged from the bathroom in her new dress, Caitlin had just finished getting ready herself. "March, let's go."

Celeste's eyes widened. "Wow, Catie, you look so cool in that utility-style outfit!"

Caitlin was wearing a white camisole under a cropped, army-green button-up shirt, revealing a sliver of her toned midriff. She paired it with matching cargo pants and black combat boots, which made her legs look impossibly long and straight. She was a walking mannequin.

Caitlin smiled. "And you look very sweet in that dress."

Celeste linked her arm through Caitlin's. "We're a perfect pair—one cool, one sweet. We're made for each other." Caitlin nodded in agreement.

Chatting animatedly, they made their way to the elevator. The hotel opened directly onto one of Clayton's most bustling streets. Celeste was snapping photos of everything while Caitlin sent a quick picture to Gordon Sylvester.

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