No Divorce? The Billionaire's Love Chase! novel Chapter 99

The next morning, in the executive CEO's office at Ferguson Group.

Mark knocked and entered. "Mr. Ferguson, the Old Master sent the butler over. He insists that you return to Ferguson Mansion today."

York signed the document in one smooth motion. "Book a flight to Caledon for tonight."

At noon, in a Western restaurant near the Ferguson Group headquarters.

York met with Ann.

After the waiter served their meal, Ann cautiously observed York's expression.

She noticed his gaze kept darting to his phone.

Ann tightened her grip on her silverware. "York, I was wrong about last night. I shouldn't have agreed to your wife's request to move into your home."

York elegantly cut his steak and replied with a noncommittal "Mm."

Ann gripped her knife and fork tighter, her expression strained.

After a moment of tense silence, she tried again. "York, I didn't think it through. It's my fault that you and your wife have reached this point. I'll do whatever it takes to persuade her to come back. I'll go find her and explain everything."

York stopped cutting his steak.

He put down his utensils and looked up at Ann. His voice was quiet but carried an undeniable authority.

"Ann," he said, "if you genuinely don't want me and my wife to get a divorce, the best thing you can do is keep your distance."

Ann was rendered speechless by his bluntness.

She forced a strained smile and said, "I'm sorry, York. I can be slow sometimes. I didn't realize your wife was doing it all on purpose. I won't go find her. Please don't be angry."

Sewell immediately flared up. "In three days, it's the Grandeur Group matriarch's eightieth birthday, and she specifically asked to see Claudia. What kind of time is this to be clearing her head?"

York looked at his grandfather. "She was fired from her job at the hospital and was very upset. I doubt she's in the mood to see the matriarch of the Grandeur Group."

Old Mr. Ferguson sat in the main armchair, his face grim as he leaned on his cane. "I did that for your own good. The wife of the Ferguson Group's CEO, working as a junior assistant at a hospital? What would people say!"

Sewell snapped, "York, call Claudia Watkins right now and tell her to come back to the country immediately!"

York lowered his gaze and fell silent.

Seeing this, Wendy had to step in. "York, The matriarch of the Grandeur Group herself specifically requested to see Claudia. Have her come back first. After the birthday celebration is over, she can go wherever she wants."

The social life of a high-society wife was a complex art, bearing a portion of the family's rise and fall. Not just anyone could handle the responsibility.