THE DIVORCE GAMBIT From Dumped Wife to CEO's Forever novel Chapter 60

Keeley beamed. "Then I'll move in with you both, but I won't be staying long—maybe two or three months at most. After that, I'm afraid you'll have to find a new housemate."

"That's fine," Caitlin replied. "We're only moving to Building Five as a temporary stop anyway. Grandpa and I will be moving out again soon."

Keeley's eyebrows shot up. "Where are you two headed?"

"We'll be moving to Phoenix Villa, near Central Academy," Caitlin said.

Phoenix Villa.

Keeley paused, uncertainty flickering across her face. "Isn't Phoenix Villa an upscale neighborhood?"

Caitlin nodded. "It is."

Keeley pressed on. "The rent for a house there must be through the roof."

Can Caitlin and Fortune really afford a place like that?

"We're not renting. I'm buying a house there for Grandpa to retire in," Caitlin said matter-of-factly.

Buying?

For retirement?

Keeley's eyes went wide. "Catie, do you even have that kind of money?"

"Not yet," Caitlin replied, her tone light, "but I will soon."

Not yet?

But soon?

Keeley finally realized Caitlin was just boasting. He raised his glass and grinned. "Well, here's to you, Catie. May all your dreams come true, and may your grandpa get to enjoy the good life."

Clearly, Keeley didn't take Caitlin's talk of buying a mansion seriously. She was still just a young woman—how could she possibly afford a house worth millions? It was as likely as winning the lottery.

Fortune didn't take Caitlin's words to heart, either. For him, it was enough that his granddaughter had the wish; whether she ever bought the house didn't really matter.

Turning to Keeley, Fortune asked, "So you said you'd only be staying for another two or three months. Where are you off to after that?"

Keeley took a sip of wine. "Back home. My nephew called a few days ago and said things have really changed there—the place is booming! My old house is being torn down, and I'll get a payout. I'm thinking I'll retire there. When you get older, you just want to go back to your roots."

The Chandler Group.

Julian listened to the VP's report, his brow furrowed tight. "It's resolved? Apex Game Studios' financial crisis is actually over?"

"Yes," the VP nodded, just as baffled. "Apparently, they solved the crisis over a week ago."

Given Apex's situation, which investment bank would risk filling a hundred-million-dollar hole?

Julian pinched the bridge of his nose, fatigue etched across his features. He'd been hoping to swoop in for a bargain, planning to acquire Apex Game Studios when they were at their lowest.

But now… Apex's financial troubles had vanished.

Who was behind this?

Who on earth was helping Apex?

Dalton, ever the optimist, chuckled. "No need to worry, Julian. Apex Game Studios is just limping along at this point. Even with a white knight, I doubt they'll survive this storm. There's no need for you to stress."

Then, as if struck by a thought, Dalton added, "Besides, don't forget Caitlin! She joined Apex as your inside source, didn't she? She must know what's going on. Message her—find out what's really happening over there."