THE DIVORCE GAMBIT From Dumped Wife to CEO's Forever novel Chapter 262

Celeste narrowed her eyes, a thoughtful glint flickering beneath her lashes.

She couldn’t help but wonder—what kind of client would require Gordon himself to pick them up in person? Was there more to this than met the eye?

“Mr. Sylvester, my family's driver is here for me. Can you take Catie home?” Celeste said, then turned to Caitlin. “Catie, I’m heading out. My parents are waiting for me—we’re driving back to the countryside tonight.”

“Go, go!” Caitlin waved her off. “Text me when you get home.”

“Will do!”

Without another word, Celeste dashed off, not looking back.

Gordon stepped forward and took Caitlin’s suitcase from her hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “Let’s get going.”

“Alright.” Caitlin fell in beside him.

Ten minutes later, they arrived at the parking lot.

Gordon popped the trunk and stowed her suitcase away. Caitlin, moving as if by muscle memory, slid into the passenger seat, connected her phone to the Bluetooth, and started up her playlist—all in one fluid motion.

It wasn’t until she’d settled in that she realized how comfortable she’d gotten around him. Maybe a bit too comfortable.

About an hour later, the car rolled up to the Kensington family’s estate.

The moment the sound of the engine reached the house, Fortune hurried out to open the door. “Catie, is that you?”

“It’s me, Grandpa,” Caitlin called out as she opened the car door.

Gordon got out and retrieved the suitcase from the trunk.

Fortune’s eyes widened in surprise when he saw who it was. “Wait, Vest?”

He’d only met Gordon once before, but a man like Gordon wasn’t easily forgotten.

“It’s me, Mr. Kensington,” Gordon replied warmly.

Fortune smiled. “Thank you for bringing Catie home so late. Why don’t you come in for a cup of tea?”

“No, thank you, Mr. Kensington. It’s getting late—I should head back,” Gordon said politely.

“Of course, Mom, you’ll be the first to see them. We promise.”

The next day arrived faster than anyone expected.

A courier from the genetics center delivered the report.

The moment she heard the report had arrived, Hannah’s aches vanished. She felt a surge of energy and strode straight into the living room. “Where’s Devon? Bring me the report—now!”

The entire family was gathered, all eyes on her.

The Richardses had assembled, each face tense with expectation.

“Madam, here’s the report,” Devon said respectfully, handing her a large envelope.

Hannah’s hands trembled as she carefully broke the seal and pulled out the document. When her eyes landed on the result, her knees gave way, and she burst into tears. “Freya, my precious granddaughter!”

There it was, clear as day, in black and white: "After thorough analysis, we confirm that Hannah Richards and Caitlin share a quarter of their DNA. Grandmother and granddaughter relationship established."