THE DIVORCE GAMBIT From Dumped Wife to CEO's Forever novel Chapter 179

Gordon's tone was calm—so calm, in fact, that buying luxury handbags sounded as easy as picking up groceries.

He was talking about those bags.

Some were timeless classics, others the latest trends, and even a few exclusive limited editions. Altogether, their combined price tag had soared past a million.

Jenny, the sales associate, stood frozen in place, utterly stunned.

That… that many?

Was Gordon really about to buy all those bags—for her?

Jenny could tell Gordon wasn't short on money. But this was beyond anything she'd ever imagined. Clearly, she'd just met a genuine VIP.

Today was her lucky day. She could almost feel her fortunes changing.

A blush crept up Jenny's cheeks as she glanced at Gordon, her words tumbling out in a nervous stammer. "O-of course, sir! I'll have them packed right away."

Gordon, oblivious to her flustered state, simply nodded. His voice was deep and rich, smooth as velvet. "Credit card."

"P-please, this way, sir." Jenny led him to the register.

Gordon slipped a card from his wallet—a striking black metal credit card. His hands were elegant, with long, slender fingers and pale skin so smooth it looked almost translucent, faint blue veins visible beneath the surface. The contrast with the jet-black card was so striking it was almost artistic.

It wasn't just his hands that were impressive. The card itself was a rarity. If Jenny's eyes weren't deceiving her, this was a limited-edition black card from Dorretti Bank, the world's leading financial institution. According to her training, there were only five of these in existence.

Back in training, her instructors had said that meeting a client of this caliber would be a once-in-a-lifetime event.

Jenny could hardly believe her luck—fate must really be on her side.

Her heart pounding, Jenny carefully took the card from Gordon, her breath coming fast and shallow.

She knew she was attractive—plenty of men had flirted with her at work. But never in her wildest dreams had she imagined a man as distinguished as Gordon would take notice of her.

If she could become his woman—even if she had to stay in the shadows, never officially acknowledged—she'd do it in a heartbeat.

Once the payment went through, Jenny handed the card back to Gordon with trembling hands. "Mr. Sylvester, your purchase is complete!"

While she could see his last name on the transaction, his full name remained a mystery.

Gordon took the card back. "Thank you."

Inside, the other sales associates had already packed up all the bags he'd selected—including the one for Skyler. Eleven bags in total.

"Mr. Sylvester, would you like us to arrange delivery to your home?" Jenny asked.

"No, thank you."

No sooner had he spoken than Nick and David, standing behind him, stepped forward and lifted the bags off the counter.

Gordon turned to leave, his assistants Nick, David, and Naylor following close behind.

Jenny watched in panic as Gordon strode away.

He's leaving? Just like that?

"Sir," she tried to compose herself, looking at Naylor, "you didn't even ask Mr. Sylvester. How do you know I'm throwing myself at him? Aren't you afraid he'll fire you when he finds out how you treated me?"

She'd read enough romance novels to know how this should go: the icy CEO stands up for the girl, fires his overprotective assistant, and sweeps her off her feet.

This was her moment—she was the innocent heroine waiting for salvation.

Her pulse raced with anticipation.

"Naylor, what's going on?" Gordon's voice cut through the tension as he lowered the car window, looking directly at his assistant.

Jenny's excitement skyrocketed.

He came! He was going to stand up for her, just like in the stories.

Any second now, Naylor would be forced to apologize for his rudeness.

Naylor turned to Gordon, speaking respectfully. "Master Ninth, just a minor issue. It's been handled."

"Then get in the car," Gordon replied coolly, a hint of impatience in his tone.

"Yes, sir." Naylor hurried over to the car.

Jenny's heart plummeted. She looked up at Gordon, only to find he hadn't spared her even a single glance. It was as if she were invisible.

Jenny stood there, cheeks drained of color, stunned by the harsh truth.

She'd been imagining everything.