Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 112

When Beasley pulled up to York's new place, he noticed two cars already parked outside the house.

Judging by the insignias on their doors, could it be...?

Carrying a bottle of fine wine, Beasley stepped out and walked to the door. He pressed the doorbell.

It was York who answered. He looked surprised to see Beasley standing there.

"You're here early! I didn't expect you this soon," York said, glancing at the clock in disbelief.

To be fair, York had invited a few close friends over to celebrate his housewarming later that evening, but it was still morning—Beasley showing up now was definitely unexpected.

Instead of explaining himself, Beasley glanced past York's shoulder and asked, "Got company already?"

York gave a helpless chuckle. "Yeah, they showed up first thing this morning. Didn't even give me a chance to unpack."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a crisp female voice rang out from the living room: "York, is that a guest? Don't just keep them at the door—invite them in!"

Beasley immediately recognized the voice. It was York's Aunt Claire. Back in middle school, Beasley would often hang out at York's house and could always count on a lecture from her.

He raised an eyebrow, shooting York a look that clearly said, "Good luck, man."

York's handsome face fell into a resigned expression as he stepped aside to let Beasley in.

Beasley handed the vintage wine into York's arms and finally walked inside.

Only then did he realize just how many people were already there. Aside from Patriarch Sinclair and the eldest Sinclair brother, who sat quietly in the corner, the rest of the Sinclair family's main members had all arrived.

Sitting in the living room were York's parents and Aunt Claire's whole family of four.

Aunt Claire Sinclair, technically York's cousin, had been raised by Patriarch Sinclair ever since her own father—Patriarch's younger brother—passed away. She'd grown up in this house, as much a daughter as any by blood.

So, in a way, she was as close to York as a real aunt would be.

"Beasley?!"

No surprise, really—they were Aunt Claire's children, after all.

After a little small talk, York finally wandered over, still holding the bottle Beasley had brought.

"Beasley, you got here just in time," York's father, Manuel, said with a huff, glancing at his son. "Come on, help us set him straight—he's been back in the country for two months and still hasn't bothered to visit home!"

As Manuel roped Beasley into the scolding, York shot him a desperate look over his shoulder, trying to communicate with wild, pleading eyes.

Beasley thought to himself that his timing couldn't have been worse.

Still, maybe this was a good moment to get a sense of where the Sinclairs stood on things.

So, he nodded and joined in, saying to York, "You really shouldn't have, you know."

York stared at him, speechless, as if his own brother had just betrayed him.

Beasley ignored the look and added, "But to be fair, York wanted to achieve something first—something he could be proud to bring home to you."