“I wonder who the lucky lady is.”

Although Clive knew his question would come to naught, he still had to ask.

His sister wanted to know who defeated her.

Zachary’s eyes were fixated on Clive for a while before he answered, “Mr. Stone, I’d ask for privacy, so I’m not going to answer that question.”

Clive had foreseen getting nothing from Zachary.

Accepting the result, Clive graciously smiled. “You have your wife well protected, Mr. York.”

“I promised to love, protect, and cherish her