Chapter 12: Feed it to the dog

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Chapter 12: Feed it to the dog Feeding the dog?! Camilla's dull eyes suddenly lit up, suppressing a smile at the corner of her mouth. Sandra's smile instantly became stiff and faded, her brilliant face turning pale at an observable rate, and the embarrassment became unbearable. Even Grandpa Luther, who was usually calm, couldn't help but have a slight twitch in his brow. Seeing Sandra on the verge of tears, he immediately spoke in a deep voice. "Sinclair, you've gone too far." "Too far?" Sinclair's pupils are slightly condensed, his eyes resembling an incomprehensible whirlpool. "If Miss Sandra continues to pester me, I am not afraid of doing anything a hundred or a thousand times worse than this." Camilla quietly lowered her eyes. In this life and the one before, it was the first time she had personally seen the ruthless side of Sinclair. Indeed, it was very terrifying. Fortunately, it was not directed at her. Sandra was nearly drowned by the overwhelming humiliation and embarrassment, her eyes turned red, and her body started shaking uncontrollably. In that moment, she couldn't even care about that grandpa Luther and Camilla were still around. "Sinclair, for all these years, I've loved you. I've waited for you. Why do you have to be so ruthless to me?" Speaking such words in front of my wife... Sinclair chuckled lightly, a cold hint of mockery spreading across his stunningly handsome face. "Does the Porter Family's etiquette not include integrity, righteousness, and honor?" Just one sentence, but it hit Sandra like a bolt of lightning, leaving her in shambles. "Sinclair!!!" As the young Miss of the Porter Family, Sandra had her pride. She couldn't stand to hear any more, her body quivering as she stood up. "Grandpa Luther, I'll be leaving first." Without waiting for grandpa Luther's response, she turned around and walked out swiftly. Only Camilla knew. As Sandra was leaving, she shot her gloomy, resentful glance. But she did not take it to heart. "Sinclair," Elder Luther looked at Sinclair, worried about creasing his brow. "You..." "Grandpa," Sinclair gets up with a smile at the corner of his mouth. "I have some matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving first." His tall and slender figure exudes a chilling aura. "This rascal!! Grandpa Luther is furious, but when he thinks of Camilla by his side, he immediately tempers his mood. "Camilla, were you scared? Actually, Sinclair is usually..." He wanted to say Sinclair is not usually like this. But considering his grandson's temper, he can't utter these words. Instead, Camilla follows his unfinished sentence. "I understand, Sinclair is not usually like this." Her voice is gentle and steady, without a hint of fear. "Camilla, you're a good girl," grandpa Luther is slightly relieved and sighs deep down. "Don't worry, as long as I am here, I will always support you. I wouldn't let Sinclair bully you." Grandfather Luther had said this in the past as well. Camilla felt the warmth of family affection again, and moved deeply. "Thank you, Grandpa." After all the fuss, both of them lost their appetite. After chatting for a while, old Master Luther ordered Aunt Naomi to take Camilla back to her room to rest. Aunt Naomi pondered for a moment, and finally arranged Camilla in a room not far from Sinclair. Without Sinclair's permission, she didn't dare to let Camilla stay in Sinclair's room. This was also for Camilla's good. Camilla understood Aunt Naomi's intentions, she smiled and gladly accepted. -- At this moment, in City S. Inside a luxurious villa estate. "Sir, your prediction was correct." The middle-aged man with a scar on his left brow bowed his head and said in a deep voice to the man on the sofa. "This suddenly appeared mistress of the Luther Family, indeed is the granddaughter of Mr.Rodriguez." He reported the details of his investigation to the man in front of him. "Who would have thought they hid such a secret weapon, the Luther Family's old guy sure is cunning," The man toyed with the prayer beads in his hand, his gaze hidden behind gold-rimmed spectacles was shrouded in gloominess. "Have our people keep a close eye on that woman. If it turns out she indeed inherited the Rodriguez family's special techniques, take action immediately." He had a smirk on his face, the murderous intent clearly visible in his eyes. "We absolutely can't let Sinclair have any chance of recovery." "Understood." The middle-aged man with a scar at the corner of his eyes responded in affirmation, then retreated. At that time, Camilla had no idea that a plot against her and the entire Luther Family was about to unfold.

Chapter 12: Feed it to the dog

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