No Divorce? The Billionaire's Love Chase! novel Chapter 151

Late at night, in Blue Bay Estates.

Mark was reporting the latest developments in the Claudia case when Peter arrived uninvited.

York Ferguson gave Mark a look, and Mark quickly left.

After Mark was gone, Peter confronted York, "You set Claudia up. This was you, wasn’t it?"

York calmly rose and went to the liquor cabinet, getting some wine for Peter.

Peter took the glass and slammed it on the coffee table. "Your silence is a confession."

York's tone was ambiguous. "The police will reach the most just conclusion."

Peter's chest heaved. "Mark's been with you for years. How could he make such a rookie mistake?"

York sat quietly on the sofa and turned on the TV.

He said casually, "Even the most careful person slips up. Mark is a man, not a god. Mistakes are inevitable."

Peter paced in frustration. "York, others might buy your act, but not me! I know you're cold and calculating, and you'll twist any situation to your advantage. But keep your schemes away from Claudia!"

York lowered his gaze, not taking the bait.

Peter declared, "I won't let you manipulate Claudia like this. I'll post her bail, get her out, and she's going to divorce you!"

Peter turned to leave.

York slowly rose. "This is my marriage, Peter. You have a choice here: be my brother, or be the man who interferes. If you choose to be that man, don't expect me to still be the brother you know."

Peter stopped and turned back.

He shouted emotionally at York, "York, Claudia and I were childhood friends too! She's your wife, but she's also like a sister to me. I won't let you destroy her like this!"

Peter slammed the door on his way out.

York walked to the living room's floor-to-ceiling window and stood there quietly for a long while.

Then, he dialed Peter's father's number.

Wendy was so furious she saw stars, collapsing onto the sofa.

Rules and regulations were for capitalists to control ordinary people.

In their circle, "going through the proper channels" was never a concern.

Especially not for the men of the Ferguson family.

Sewell gave his son an appreciative look. "York's right. A man shouldn't let emotions dictate his actions."

A butler came to pass on a message, and York went to his grandfather's study.

The study had the faint, calming scent of ink.

Old Mr. Ferguson stood at his desk, leaning on a cane, a piece of calligraphy still drying before him.

Lifting his eyelids to look at his grandson who had just entered, Old Mr. Ferguson spoke. "The divorce isn't finalized, and now this has happened. What's your plan?"

York stopped. "Don't worry, Grandfather. I won't let my feelings for Claudia Watkins get in the way."