Clive defended his cousin and pushed all the blame onto Zachary.

Zachary wanted to ride on the radio waves to strangle Clive.

“I’m telling you again, I’m fine! There’s no problem with me. Thank you for your concern!”

He hung up the phone.

Unexpectedly, the phone rang again.

He thought it was Clive, answered it without looking, and yelled, “I told you there’s no problem with me, Clive!”

“Mr. York… It’s me, Remy.”

Zachary’s expression softened. “Remy?”

“Yeah, it’s me. How is Ms. Hunt?”

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