No Divorce? The Billionaire's Love Chase! novel Chapter 692

Selene felt like she was going to lose her mind. “Laurel, I’m renting a place myself right now! Where am I supposed to get the money to buy you a house and a car?”

Laurel waved her hand dismissively. “Where do you get it? Ask your rich boyfriend. Have your daughter ask the Harvest family. If they won’t even give you that, then don’t blame us for getting nasty!”

“Aunt, we have proof you and Ann are mother and daughter, so don’t even try to deny it,” Fiona added. “We have nothing to lose. If this all blows up, you’re the ones who’ll get burned!”

Eyeing the bank card in Laurel's hand, Fiona grabbed her arm and pulled her away.

Selene watched them disappear into the apartment building, then turned and fled in a state of utter panic.

That night, at The Imperial Club.

Mark knocked and entered the private room. “Mr. Ferguson, Mrs. Windsor paid a visit to the James family.”

York’s well-defined fingers slowly twirled an empty glass. He gave a noncommittal “Mm.”

Mark quietly excused himself.

Peter turned to York. “Even if Ann wronged you in the past, do you really have to resort to such a cruel trick?”

York set down his glass and shook a cigarette from its pack.

“If you wanted to run the James family out of Capital City, you have countless ways to do it,” Peter pressed. “Why this strategy of building her up just to watch her fall?”

When York remained silent, Peter sat up straight. “Don’t tell me you still have feelings for her. You’ve gone soft, haven’t you?”

York shot him a look that said he was an idiot.

He lit the cigarette, holding it between his fingers without taking a drag. When he finally spoke, his voice was cold and devoid of any emotion. “Letting her leave Capital City would be getting off too easy.”

He wanted her to suffer. In his past life, she had committed murder and had only been sentenced to life in prison. This time, he would watch her lose her way, let her ego inflate, until she was utterly and irreversibly doomed.

Peter was unnerved by the look in York’s eyes. “York, you’re the heir to the Ferguson Group. A few schemes are one thing, but you can’t get your hands dirty with illegal acts like murder!”

An aggressive smirk touched York’s lips. “She’s not worthy of me getting my own hands dirty.”

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