THE DIVORCE GAMBIT From Dumped Wife to CEO's Forever novel Chapter 801

Will already admired Gordon Sylvester, and after hearing his words, his admiration only grew.

Of course!

A genius is a genius.

He had seen "Strolling Down Wall Street" as just a finance book, but Gordon could see techniques for pursuing women in its pages.

"Thank you, Master Ninth. I'll let you know once I've won her over."

"Good luck."

"Thank you."

After ending the video call, Will immediately summoned Ham and relayed Gordon's exact words to him.

Ham nodded. "Understood. I'll get right on it."

Will then added, "Oh, and keep an eye on Freya Gonzales's movements for the next few days."

Since he was going to pursue Caitlin Kensington, he naturally had to keep track of her whereabouts at all times.

Ham nodded again.

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Palmer Castle.

At that moment, Mrs. Palmer was watering flowers in the garden.

It had been a long time since she had the leisure for such a peaceful activity.

Brock approached her.

"Mom."

Mrs. Palmer turned to look at Brock. "What is it?"

Brock continued, "You forgot to drink your afternoon tonic."

As he spoke, Brock handed the bowl in his hands to Mrs. Palmer.

Mrs. Palmer took the bowl and said with a smile, "You came all this way just to bring me a tonic?"

Brock seemed a little too attentive today. Something felt off.

After all, bringing her a tonic was a task that could easily be done by the castle's staff. There was no need for Brock to do it himself.

Mrs. Palmer was utterly confused.

"What would I have to say?" she asked, finding his question bizarre. "I don't have anything to say to you!"

"Yes, you do," Brock insisted confidently.

"No," Mrs. Palmer shook her head, "I don't."

Brock looked at his mother. "Why don't you think about it again?"

Mrs. Palmer shook her head again. "There's nothing, really."

"No, you really do!"

At this point, Mrs. Palmer was losing her patience. She looked at Brock and said, "If you're not going to say what's on your mind, I'm really leaving!"

She had no time to play guessing games with him.

"Don't go." Left with no choice, Brock grabbed Mrs. Palmer's sleeve and sighed. "Alright! It's me. I have something to tell you."

"Then say it," Mrs. Palmer said, watching her son expectantly.