York glanced back at Peter.
He didn't believe Claudia wasn't home.
After she came home late last time, she had promised him it wouldn't happen again.
Peter strolled out of the elevator and followed him inside.
In the silent apartment, York walked straight to the bedroom and pushed the door open. Only then did he believe it. Claudia really wasn't home.
He turned and left the bedroom, pulling out his phone to call her. It went straight to voicemail.
York's face was grim as he asked Peter, "Where is she?"
She had promised him she would try to be home early every day, that she wouldn't hang up on him, that she would keep her phone on.
It had only been one day, and she was already breaking those promises.
Peter rolled his eyes at him. "What's the rush? You just got back yourself."
With a dark expression, York turned to leave and find her.
Peter stopped him. "I know that Sayer punk is no good, but Gideon's with them. You can relax."
York shook Peter's hand off his arm, revealing the white bandage on his wrist.
Peter's expression turned serious. "You're injured?"
York fell silent.
It wasn't just his wrist; his back was injured too.
Claudia knew he was hurt, yet she hadn't asked about it once.
A quick check of his secondary card's transaction history showed that Claudia had spent over two million at The Imperial Club tonight. She had even hired seven paid companions, both male and female.
Fine. Just fine.
York sat down on the sofa and lit a cigarette.



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