Chapter 124: Ramsey, I want you to investigate my wife

Chapter 124: Ramsey, I want you to investigate my wife Early the next morning, Sinclair stepped out of the bathroom to find Camilla already awake—unusual for her, as she was usually still fast asleep at this hour. Her long hair cascaded lazily across the pillow, and her beautiful eyes, still hazy with lingering drowsiness, fixed him intently. "Sinclair—" Her normally sweet voice carried a husky, sleep-laden softness, exuding an alluring charm. Sinclair’s heart melted instantly. He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. "Did I wake you?" "No," Camilla shook her head, her bare face glowing with a fresh, delicate beauty. "I just woke up suddenly," she murmured, blinking slowly as her gaze lingered appreciatively over the exposed contours of his broad shoulders, tapered waist, and sculpted abs. Even after seeing—and experiencing—them countless times, she still couldn’t get enough. "What," Sinclair’s lips curved into a smirk. "Happy with what you see?" "Extremely happy," Camilla looped her arms around his neck, her eyes crinkling with delight. "Sinclair, your physique is the most perfect I’ve ever seen!" Though it was meant as a compliment, Sinclair’s expression darkened. "So, you’ve seen others before?" He knew her profession as a doctor made it inevitable—examining male patients was routine. But the thought still left a bitter taste in his mouth. "Patients are just patients to us doctors—gender doesn’t matter. As for the rest, I might’ve glanced at an ad or magazine once or twice," Camilla quickly clarified, then added with a playful grin, "But none of them even come close to you." Leaning in, she pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "Better now?" "Not even close," Camilla’s crimson lips had barely parted when Sinclair reclaimed them in a possessive kiss that left no room for resistance. The atmosphere in the room grew even warmer, thick with sweetness. "Camilla," Sinclair murmured as their lips finally separated, his dark eyes smoldering as they lingered on the woman in his arms. "How about I cancel today’s meetings and stay home with you?" His voice was low and rough, laced with unspoken meaning. "No need," Camilla’s smile faltered for just a heartbeat before she regained her composure. "You should go to the office." She needed time to investigate the matter of the life-bound poison—something she couldn’t do easily with him around. "But," Sinclair reached out, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear with tender care. "Didn’t you sulk yesterday because I was too focused on work?" "That’s true," In the man’s slightly narrowed dark eyes, Camilla quickly flashed a coquettish smile. "But I’m not a child anymore—I can’t be that selfish. Who knows how many people at Luther Corporation are waiting for you?" The employees of Luther Corporation: ... Ma’am, no one is. "Is that so?" Sinclair gazed at Camilla, a shadow of something unreadable flickering deep in his eyes. "That’s one reason," Camilla said, her captivating eyes lifting slightly as she pouted playfully. "But the main reason is, we stayed up so late again last night because of you. I’m still a little tired and need to rest properly." Sweetheart was frighteningly perceptive. To convince him, most of what she said had to be true. "Alright," Sinclair replied, his expression gentle, though his long, dark eyes remained inscrutable, betraying neither joy nor displeasure. "Then get some proper rest." Camilla nodded obediently. "Come home early tonight, I’ll be waiting for you." "Mmm." Sinclair leaned down and pressed a kiss to Camilla’s forehead before heading toward the dressing room. His steps remained unhurried, his demeanor composed—as though he fully believed her words. The dim corridor lights cast half his strikingly handsome face in shadow, the other half barely illuminated, rendering his expression inscrutable. Inside the room, Camilla exhaled slightly at the sight of the empty space—only for her heart to clench again. In the past, she would have longed to stay by Sinclair’s side every moment. But not now. She had to use every second she had to resolve the matter of the life-bound curse. —— Inside the black Cayenne, Sinclair sat in the back seat but didn’t immediately order Ramsey to drive off. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket, placed it between his lips, and lit it with a flick of his lighter. Taking a deep drag, he exhaled slowly, the ashen smoke curling around him. Through the haze, his dark eyes remained fixed in the direction of the estate. Only when the cigarette had burned halfway down did he finally look away, his voice cool and detached. "Find out where Camilla went yesterday, who she met, and what happened." "Mrs. Camilla?" Ramsey’s heart skipped a beat, his grip on the steering wheel tightening instinctively. Had Mr. Sinclair noticed something?! He glanced up at the rearview mirror, trying to read Sinclair’s expression. The man leaned back in his seat, wisps of smoke curling from his lips, shrouding half his face in an elusive haze. "What is it?" Sinclair’s sharp, narrow eyes suddenly narrowed further, piercing through the mirror to pin Ramsey in place. "Didn’t catch what I said?" His voice, slightly hoarse, gave nothing away—yet an unspoken pressure weighed heavily in the air. "...No, sir," Ramsey stiffened, forcing composure as he averted his gaze. "It’s just... unexpected, that’s all." Sinclair turned his attention back to the window, the glow of his cigarette flickering between his fingers. His gaze remained distant, unfocused. One cigarette after another, he smoked without pause—all the way to Luther Corporation, the embers never quite dying out. "One more thing," Just as Ramsey’s nerves were stretched to the breaking point, Sinclair’s voice cut through the silence again. "Find a top-tier medical expert and bring them to Luther Corporation. I have questions for them." A medical expert?! Ramsey’s pupils constricted sharply, his hand jerking involuntarily against the steering wheel. ** "HONK—"* * The blaring horn snapped him back to reality. "Ramsey." Sinclair narrowed his eyes, his piercing gaze stripping away any pretense of concealment. "Are you keeping something from me?!" The simple question turned Ramsey’s throat dry, his breath hitching as if the air had thickened. "I—I was just overthinking things," he stammered, biting the tip of his tongue to steady himself before bowing slightly. "Seeing you investigating Madam again and now hiring a new doctor... it made me jump to conclusions." "Mr. Sinclair," he continued, forcing himself to meet Sinclair’s gaze while suppressing the panic clawing at his chest. Seizing the method Camilla had taught him, he deftly redirected the conversation toward him. "Is there something wrong with Madam’s identity?" "Baseless rumors," Sinclair’s voice grew noticeably colder, though he neither confirmed nor denied the suspicion. "After all these years, is this how I’ve taught you to behave?" "My apologies, President Luther," Ramsey’s tone was heavy, but inwardly, he felt an inexplicable sense of relief. Being reprimanded by the president was far better than being doubted by him. Madam’s method had indeed worked. Meanwhile, at the Luther Family Manor. "Madam," Luke handed a stack of documents to Camilla, his voice solemn. "These are all the records we have on the Life-Linked poison" Most of Ramsey’s subordinates were directly loyal to Sinclair. If they were sent to investigate the Life-Linked poison, Sinclair would likely find out before long. Luke was different. Sinclair had already handed over himself and all his men to her. In other words, unless something extraordinary happened, they would take orders from her alone—even Sinclair’s commands would come second. That was precisely why she had reassigned Luke to investigate the matter of the Life-Linked poison. "This little?" Camilla stared at the few thin sheets of paper in her hand, her delicate brows knitting tightly together. "There’s very little recorded about this type of poison," Luke said with a grim nod. "Everything we’ve managed to dig up so far is right here." "Understood." Camilla trusted Luke’s competence. "Have the teams sent to the ethnic groups and regions known for making the poison?" She wasn’t counting on these documents alone to fully understand the poison. The real priority was finding someone who knew about it—and could break its curse. "They set out before dawn. We should receive word by evening," Luke reported truthfully. "Though some areas are extremely remote—it might take a couple more days." Camilla nodded in understanding before lowering her head to examine the documents in her hands. The life-link poison was one of the more advanced and peculiar poisons. Those afflicted by it would share life and death alike. The next line made Camilla’s fingers tighten around the paper, her entire aura turning ice-cold. —— Elsewhere. "What did you say?" A woman’s shrill, hysterical voice suddenly pierced the air.