She would continue to cultivate her professional skills, using her talent and achievements to build a network of connections that could help her grow.
At nine that evening, Peter and Darleen ran into York downstairs at their apartment building.
Upon seeing her brother, Darleen immediately ducked behind Peter.
Peter deliberately provoked York. "Your in-laws moved today. How come you weren't there to help?"
York's expression slowly turned to ice. "Moved?"
Darleen timidly chimed in, "Peter and I just came from my sister-in-law's new house. Mr. Grant and Mr. Ferguson were there too."
York's gaze shifted between Peter and Darleen for a few seconds before he turned and got into his car.
He drove straight to the community where Claudia's parents had been living and let himself into the apartment.
The large space had been swept clean, and all the furniture was covered with dust sheets.
The home was so neat and tidy it was as if no one had ever lived there at all.
Claudia and her parents had moved out of the property he owned without a word.
York stood in the center of the living room and closed his eyes, a wave of exhaustion washing over him.
The old Claudia would have consulted him even before buying a new tea set, always asking his opinion, his preference.
But now…
She had moved her entire family, a monumental event, and hadn't mentioned a single word to him.
He had to hear about it from someone else, and he was the last to know.
York felt a profound sense of dread.
Late that night, York drove to the address Mark had sent him, the location of Claudia's new home.
The car window slid down, but he didn't get out.
Though the house wasn't a detached villa, it was a corner unit, which offered some privacy.
"But we're separated," she corrected him. "And I want a divorce!"
A heavy silence fell between them, the atmosphere thick with tension.
After a long moment, York spoke again, his tone softer. "Claudia, I didn't come here to fight with you."
Before he left, he added one last thing. "Even if we're separated, we are still married."
—
At ten that morning, in the CEO's office of the Ferguson Group.
Mark knocked and entered. "Mr. Ferguson, we've checked both of Miss James's phones and haven't found any suspicious contacts."
York loosened his tie in frustration and sat down. "Speed up the investigation."
"We've also identified the man Miss James met with," Mark reported. "He was her top donor back when she was a blogger, gifting her over four million in total on her livestreams. He's promised her thirty million as a bride price to marry him, move abroad, and bear him a son."
York gave Mark a pointed look. "Until the truth is completely exposed, she's not going anywhere."

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