With that, Gordon turned and left.

"Wait, Master Ninth, hold on!"

"What is it?" Gordon stopped and looked back at Will.

"Take me with you. I could go for some afternoon tea too," Will said.

Of course, he didn't actually want tea. He wanted to see who this girlfriend of Gordon's was.

"It's a date for two. Are you planning on being the third wheel?" Gordon shot him a look of disdain.

Will was speechless.

Watching Gordon's retreating back, Will muttered to himself, "His girlfriend summons him like a dog, and he still claims he's not whipped."

Thirty minutes later, Gordon arrived at the location Caitlin had mentioned.

She was already there, dressed in a long, sage-green dress that made her skin look as white as snow and her lips a vibrant red.

To his annoyance, a man was hitting on her.

Just as the man pulled out his phone, trying to get Caitlin's WhatsApp, Gordon's brow furrowed. He quickened his pace and walked over. "Catie, sorry I'm late."

The man looked up in disbelief. Gordon met his gaze and said, enunciating each word clearly, "I'm her boyfriend."

The man's face instantly turned crimson with embarrassment. He had assumed Caitlin was just making up an excuse when she said she had a boyfriend. He never expected the boyfriend to be right there.

"My apologies." With that, the man made a hasty retreat from the cafe.

Gordon finally sat down across from Caitlin. "My girlfriend is quite the charmer."

Caitlin chuckled. "Are you jealous?"

"Yes," Gordon nodded seriously. "I'm jealous."

He never hid his feelings. If he was angry, he was angry. If he was jealous, he was jealous. He had read a book on relationships that said the worst thing a couple could do was guess each other's feelings. Communication was key.

"Alright, alright. I'll feed you a bite of my ice cream, and you won't be mad anymore," Caitlin cooed, scooping a bit from her bowl and holding it out to him.

Gordon obediently opened his mouth.

"One bite isn't enough."

"Then three bites," Caitlin offered.

Gordon finally nodded. "That's more like it."

This scene happened to unfold right before the eyes of Claire Kent, who was sitting nearby. Claire had been planning to go over and say hello to Caitlin Although Caitlin had already rejected her offer to sign with her

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agency Claire hadn't given up on such a promising talent. The fact that she kept running into Caitlin had to be a sign of fate.

But just as she was about to approach, Gordon appeared.

Claire found the man sitting across from Caitlin vaguely familiar, as if she'd seen him somewhere before.

"What are you looking at?" asked her husband, Shipley.

"Look at that table by the window," Claire said.

Shipley turned and his eyes widened in shock. "Is... isn't that Master Ninth?"

Master Ninth?

"Are you sure?" Claire asked, surprised.

Shipley nodded. "Yes, I'm positive. That's him."

Shipley was in real estate and had seen Gordon once at a land auction.

Claire's memory clicked. "Oh, was it at that auction last year?"

"Yes," Shipley confirmed. "Who's the girl with him? Is that his sister?"

"What are you talking about? Master Ninth only has an older sister, no younger one." Claire's eyes narrowed. "From the looks of it, they seem more like a couple."

She had seen it with her own eyes: Caitlin feeding Gordon with the same spoon she had used. Would ordinary friends be that intimate? It was obvious they were a couple.

"That can't be right," Shipley said, scratching his head. "I thought Master Ninth was committed to being single."

Committed to being single? That made things even more interesting.

Upon hearing this, Claire

immediately took out her phone and snapped a picture of the scene. She wasn't just a talent agent; she also owned a gossip publication. Gordon was at the pinnacle of the financial world A story like this would be explosive! A magnate like Master Ninth wouldn't bother quibbling with a small-time gossip rag.

At Somerset Group, Jeremiah was waiting for Stuart to personally come and

apologize.

Knock, knock, knock.

A knock came from the door. Jeremiah's heart leaped. It had to be someone from Gonzales Holdings!

"Come in!"

"Mr. Somerset, Mr. Somerset!" His secretary rushed in, frantic. "It's terrible! Terrible!"

Jeremiah frowned. "What's with all the panic?"

The secretary blurted out, "Gonzales

Holdings released a public statement terminating our contract! And they even said in the statement that they will never work with our group again!"

"What?" Jeremiah felt as if he'd been struck by lightning. Shouldn't Stuart be rushing

over to apologize to him?