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?”

“Her life is no longer in danger. Thank you for your concern, Remy.”

Remy said, “That’s a relief. Mr. York, you mentioned something about a problem? I know a miracle healer. If you need to see one, I can introduce him to you the next time I see him. He can help take a look at you.”

Zachary was speechless.

He took a deep breath in, breathed out, and forced himself not to get angry at Remy.

“I’m fine, Remy. It was a cock-and-bull story made up by the paparazzi. My wife and I are very well. We ha