THE DIVORCE GAMBIT From Dumped Wife to CEO's Forever novel Chapter 237

“Caitlin went to Neon Spire?”

“What are the odds?”

When Irene heard Fortune’s reply, she wondered if she’d misheard.

She hesitated, asking, “You mean Miss Kensington is in Neon Spire right now?”

“That’s right.”

With Fortune’s confirmation, Irene finally relaxed.

In traditional medicine, chance encounters—fate—mean everything.

It seemed Hannah and Caitlin truly were destined to meet.

“Fortune, I actually came to see Miss Kensington for something important. Since she’s not home, I won’t trouble you any further. I’ll give her a call instead.”

“Of course,” Fortune said, rising to see her out. “By the way, Professor, may I ask your full name? When Catie gets back, I’d like to let her know you stopped by.”

After all, Irene had brought so many thoughtful gifts, yet he didn’t even know her surname. It was only right to ask.

And since Irene wore glasses and radiated a scholarly air, Fortune naturally guessed she was of some distinction, so he addressed her respectfully as ‘Professor.’

“Chatham.” Irene smiled. “Mr. Kensington, you’ve raised a remarkable granddaughter. Miss Kensington once saved my life.”

For Irene, Caitlin hadn’t just saved her—she’d given her a chance, recognized her talent. Thanks to Imperial Ascent’s breakout success and viral popularity, countless young people had fallen in love with traditional arts and crafts.

Her studio’s followers had soared from a mere million to over thirty million.

Irene’s original goal in researching heritage arts was to help more people understand—and fall in love with—them.

Now, that wish had come true. In ways she’d never expected.

She felt so grateful for her choices.

If she hadn’t stubbornly chosen Apex Game Studios back then, she might never have seen this day—so many young people enamored with the living past.

Fortune’s smile was warm. “Catie’s always had a big heart, ever since she was a little girl.”

Even her engagement to Julian Chandler had begun with her saving Jarvis, who’d fallen into the river while fishing.

Far, far away.

Ding-ding-ding—

Suddenly, the sound of her phone cut through the hazy morning air.

Fumbling under her pillow, Caitlin found her phone and swiped to answer. “Hello?”

“Miss Kensington?” Irene’s voice came through, warm but urgent. “It’s Irene Chatham.”

“Professor Chatham.” Caitlin’s grogginess evaporated instantly. “Is everything alright? It’s early—did something happen?”

“I’m sorry to bother you at this hour, Miss Kensington,” Irene said gently. “I stopped by your house just now, but Mr. Kensington told me you’re in Neon Spire. Are you still there?”

“Yes, I arrived the afternoon before yesterday.”

Yesterday, Caitlin and Celeste had spent the whole day exploring the city.

“That’s wonderful, Miss Kensington. There’s something very important I need your help with.”