Chapter 189: Let’s kill Sinclair

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Chapter 189: Let’s kill Sinclair Meanwhile... In the suburbs, at the Luther Family villa. "Has Camilla gone to the old house to see that old fool?" "The drug..." Margaret sat on the bed, her arm wrapped in bandages, her face pale and her gaze unfocused. She looked utterly disheveled, a shadow of worry flickering across her weary expression. "Will Camilla figure it out?" Just the thought of that woman sent a chill down her spine, an instinctive wariness she couldn’t shake. "Relax, I’ve already double-checked. There’s no way," Norris reassured her, lifting a spoonful of soup to her lips. "By the time anyone notices, it’ll be too late—that old man will already be dead. Now, eat something." "I’m not hungry." Margaret kept her mouth shut, her bloodshot eyes dark and unreadable, lost in some grim calculation. "Margaret" Norris frowned, nudging the spoon closer. "You need to keep your strength up. At least take a few bites." With a sudden, violent motion, Margaret slapped the spoon and bowl out of his hands, her face twisting into something ugly. "I said I don’t want it, are you deaf?" The soup splashed all over Norris’s clothes. "Margaret, don’t forget—you only married Jonathan by exploiting his heartlessness in the first place," he snapped, his expression darkening as he let out a cold snort. "Who are you putting on this act for now? Don’t tell me you’ve actually fallen for him." "Of course not," Margaret retorted instinctively, though her eyes refused to meet his. "Do you have any idea how much I’ve suffered all these years? Every step I took was careful, calculated! And now that old hag Tamara thinks she can swindle me out of everything? I won’t let her get away with it!" Her voice was tight with fury, teeth clenched. "And Jonathan—we need to speed things up with the Luther Family!" Norris studied her for a long moment before finally exhaling deeply, his voice heavy. "What exactly are you planning?" Instead of answering right away, Margaret fixed him with a questioning look. "Are you absolutely sure Sinclair has left the capital?" Norris gave a slow, grim nod. A sinister smile curled at the corners of Margaret’s lips as she spoke slowly. "San Francisco is the Luther Family’s territory. No one can touch Sinclair easily there, but elsewhere..." Her voice trailed off meaningfully. "You mean—"Norris’s pupils constricted as he grasped her implication. "You want to move against Sinclair now?!" Margaret abruptly lifted her head, her bloodshot eyes locking onto him with chilling intensity. "Exactly." "No, that’s too reckless,"Norris shook his head, disapproving all over his face. "If Sinclair were that easy to deal with, we wouldn’t have waited this long." He paused, softening his tone in an attempt to reason with her. "A careful, long-term plan would be safer." "Careful? Long-term?" Margaret’s expression twisted with fury, veins bulging at her temples and neck. "For twenty years, we feared that old bastard. Now we’re supposed to fear Sinclair too?" Her voice grew increasingly agitated as she spoke.. "Are we supposed to wait until Camilla gives birth to the next heir of the Luther Family before making our move?" "Margaret, calm down first," Norris said in a hushed tone, his brow slightly furrowed. "What I mean is, at the very least, we should wait until Tyler and Sandra are engaged. Once we have some control over the Porter family’s influence, then we can act. There’s no need to rush." "It’ll be too late by then," Margaret retorted with a mocking smile. "We both know Sandra may be foolish, but that old fox in the Porter family isn’t dead yet. It won’t be easy for Tyler to take control of the Porter overnight. And besides—" Her hands clenched tightly over the bedsheet, her body tense to the point of trembling. "Jonathan is completely blinded by that vixen now. If he ever pushes me out of my position as Mrs. Luther, all our efforts will have been for nothing." Indeed. Given Jonathan’s temperament, there was a real possibility he might repeat what he had done twenty years ago. If Margaret lost her status as Mrs. Luther, even if Tyler successfully took control of the Luther Family, she would gain nothing. Norris’s eyes darkened, his silence indicating he was deep in thought. "Norris, think about it," Margaret pressed on, seeing that he was considering her words. "That old bastard in the Luther Family has been poisoned. If something were to happen to Sinclair as well, that woman Camilla—who just married into the Luther Family—wouldn’t pose any threat." Her voice was slow and deliberate, her eyes shadowed with malice. "The only ones left in the Luther Family’s direct line with any real say would be Jonathan and our Tyler. "Everyone in the Luther Family knows Jonathan’s capabilities—he’s hardly fit to be the head of the family. "But Tyler is different. "Whether the Porter family supports him or not, he’s still the husband of Sandra, the future head of the Porter family. "Anyone with half a brain would know who to back. "Once the Luther Family falls into Tyler’s hands, it’ll be no different from being in ours." As these thoughts raced through Norris’s mind, a palpable madness flickered in his gloomy eyes. "I know what to do now," he muttered. "But what about Tyler?" Margaret shook her head dismissively. "He’s still too young—too soft-hearted for certain matters. We’ll tell him after everything’s settled." "Alright." Norris fell silent for a few seconds before nodding in agreement. "I’ll go make the arrangements." The moment the door clicked shut, Margaret was left alone in the room. Her venomous gaze locked onto the framed photograph on the bedside table—her and Jonathan together. The hatred in her eyes was so intense it seemed to solidify the air. *Once that old bastard and Sinclair are dead, you’ll have nothing left to cling to.* *Then we’ll see how you beg me.* Her pale lips twisted into a sinister, chilling smirk. As for that wretched Tamara woman—she’d make sure the bitch lived in agony, regretting the day she was ever born! —— Meanwhile, inside a speeding Maybach on the road... The pulse is steady. The jade remains unchanged. Yet at night, the coughing won’t stop—aching limbs, a throbbing head, and sleepless hours stretching till dawn. Why is this happening?! Camilla pondered Grandpa Luther’s condition, an inexplicable unease creeping into her heart. The farther they drove from the estate, the stronger the feeling grew. No. She couldn’t wait any longer. She had to use the method her grandfather had left behind—to examine Grandpa Luther thoroughly. Her mind made up, Camilla lifted her gaze and spoke firmly to Luke in the driver’s seat. "Turn around. We’re going back." "Yes." Luke hesitated for only a second before reacting. He swiftly changed lanes, steering the car back toward the estate. At the same time, Camilla picked up her phone and dialed Ramsey. "Go to the manor immediately. Bring my medical kit to the estate." Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, her voice filled with solemnity. "Remember, you must deliver it directly into my hands. Don’t let anyone else touch it along the way." Given that it concerned Grandpa Luther’s health, she couldn’t afford to be careless. "Understood." Ramsey immediately responded, sensing the gravity in Camilla’s tone. "Don’t worry, I’ll handle it!" Luther Family Mansion "Uncle Carlos, where’s Grandpa?" " Grandpa has gone to his room to rest for a while," Uncle Carlos replied, his face registering surprise at Camilla’s sudden return. "Madam, what brings you back?" The nearby servants also glanced over curiously. "I just realized there were a few details left unclear in the new medicinal diet recipe," Camilla replied smoothly, her expression calm as she smiled. "Where did you put it? Let me mark them for you." There was no new medicinal cuisine recipe to begin with. Uncle Carlos immediately grasped Camilla’s implication. His expression remained composed as he nodded slightly. "The master’s study—I’ll take you there." Camilla smiled in acknowledgment and followed Uncle Carlos inside. Several pairs of eyes watched them from the crowd, not daring to let their guard down.

Chapter 189: Let’s kill Sinclair

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