Divorce Time

But neither of them said a word about it.

Charlene and Stewart were busy chatting with others, completely oblivious to the silent exchange of glances happening between them.

Charlene, having skipped dinner, soon slipped away from the crowd and headed toward the buffet to grab a

bite.

Gaylord followed her, striking up a conversation as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Moran happened to be at the buffet too. He noticed them and whatever he saw made him pause, letting out a low whistle before turning back to Thorne and Vesta. “Looks like Gaylord’s taken a shine to Charlene,” he said, smirking. “Did you see the way he was looking at her? Classic puppy eyes.”

Thorne, curious, looked where Moran was staring. Sure enough, there was Charlene, busy chatting away with

Gaylord.

Gaylord’s eyes, as he looked down at Charlene, were full of that soft, intense gaze men sometimes have when they’re truly interested in a woman.

empty glass and setting it aside, then reaching up to get a slice of cake from the top tier and handing

an eyebrow, clearly entertained

had already turned her attention to Charlene and

indeed being very considerate with

this scene unfold, if she didn’t already know the truth, even she might have believed that Gaylord was

But-

pretend he’s into Charlene, and once she’s fallen for him, he’ll

again, noticing how animated she seemed

she really falling for Gaylord’s act? Or did Charlene truly believe Gaylord was interested in her?

to another man seemingly courting Charlene. The smile on her lips widened. Moran suddenly remembered something and nudged Thorne. “By the way, isn’t The Henderson Group looking to

a crowd

were to partner with PrimeStar, it would certainly increase

sabotage such a partnership to prevent any lingering connections between

simply chuckled, unconcerned.