All the signature treats from Neon Spire had been sent by Caitlin's uncles.

After stuffing two large boxes to the brim, both grandmothers still looked unsatisfied-they were already reaching for a third box.

Caitlin rushed to intervene. “That's more than enough, Grandma, Nana. Seriously, we can't carry any more. If you keep packing, Grandpa and I won't even be able to get these to the car."

Hannah waved off her concern. "Nonsense, we can manage! We have our own plane, remember? No need to check any bags-just ask the staff to bring everything on board for us."

"I've already arranged for someone to meet us when we land," she added.

Keira nodded in agreement. "Freya, your Nana's right. It's your grandpa's first visit to the Capital-you can't expect him to go back empty-handed, can you? Plus, all his old friends are in Silverhaven!"

Of course if you're seeing friends, you have to bring something to share.

They couldn't let Fortune go home and have his friends think he was stingy.

With both grandmothers so enthusiastic, Caitlin didn't stand a chance trying to refuse.

Ding.

Her phone chimed with a WhatsApp notification.

Caitlin glanced down.

It was a message from her assistant.

[The Chandler Group has officially declared bankruptcy.]

A smile played at the corners of her lips. The Chandler Group had fallen. Next up: Barrett Group.

Sophie had made things difficult for Fortune through the property management company-Caitlin hadn't forgotten, not for a second.

That's just how she was: never one to let a slight go unavenged.

She was about to close WhatsApp when another message popped up.

This time, it was from Gordon.

[Heading back to Silverhaven tomorrow?]

[Yeah, I am,] Caitlin replied, a bit curious. [How did you know?]

[Skyler has Mr. Kensington's WhatsApp,] Gordon answered honestly, then sent another message: [Will anyone be picking you up from the airport tomorrow? I'll be driving by that way.]

[Thanks, but someone's already coming to get me.]

Upon reading Caitlin's reply, Gordon frowned slightly.

Someone's coming?

Who could that be?

"Uncle, what are you thinking about?" Skyler strolled over.

Gordon slipped his phone away. "Nothing important."

Skyler grinned. "Caitlin's coming back tomorrow. Want to go pick her up at the airport?"

"I'm not that free," Gordon replied coolly.

Skyler pulled out his own phone. "Then I'll ask if she wants me to pick her up."

But moments later, Skyler's face fell. "She said someone else is already picking her up."

"You didn't ask who it was?" Gordon said.

"Nope." Skyler shrugged. "What for? Caitlin's gorgeous-she probably has loads of admirers. I doubt she'll ever be short on people willing to pick her up."

Alaina Sylvester walked by, chiming in, "Exactly. So if someone here wants to win Catie's heart, he'd better act fast before she gets swept up by someone else."

Skyler nodded in agreement. "Mom's right, Uncle!"

Gordon dismissed them with a calm denial. "Don't be ridiculous. I don't have that kind of interest in Catie."

No romantic interest?

Alaina snorted. "Oh please, as if she'd say yes to you even if you did. Get over yourself."

"Classic confident narcissist," muttered Dowager Beatrice Sylvester, not missing a beat.

Gordon: "..."

***

Meanwhile―

In a hospital room,

Ann lay quietly in bed, when a WhatsApp ping broke the silence.

It was a message from her friend Miranda.

[Ann, did you visit Silverhaven last June?]

[Yeah, I did. Why?] Ann replied.

Miranda immediately sent over a photo-just a shot from behind. The subject wore a deep red top, flowing black trousers, and long hair that danced in the breeze. Even without seeing her face, the figure was striking enough to turn heads.

Ann owned a top like that, but she wasn't the woman in the photo. She was about to type, Not me, when Miranda sent another message:

[Girl, you've gone viral! Did you know? That picture of your back is blowing up on TikTok. People are calling it the "Most Beautiful Back of Summer 2026." There are already over 100,000 comments, more than a million likes-everyone's trying to find out who you are.]

Ann quickly deleted her unfinished message and typed a new one instead: [That's me. But please, keep it to yourself—I don't want any attention or fame.]