Chapter 241: Did you plan with your Son to kidnap my daughter your granddaughter?

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Chapter 241: Did you plan with your Son to kidnap my daughter your granddaughter? Inside the speeding car, Camilla rested her head against her hand, eyes closed in feigned sleep. Her mind raced—analyzing the unusual tone in Sinclair’s voice during their recent phone call, and how she should explain the matter of the Life-Linked poison to him. Her stunningly beautiful face, half-lit by the flickering streetlights outside, carried an air of regal aloofness beneath its usual delicate charm. "Madam," Luke spoke up, breaking the silence after pressing the hidden earpiece in his ear. He turned toward her, his expression grave. "We’ve got company. Someone’s tailing us." *Trouble, as expected.* Camilla slowly opened her eyes, her gaze sharp and icy with clarity. "How many?" "Four cars," Luke replied, his brow furrowing with tension. "They’re keeping their distance but sticking close. Must be using long-range tracking." "Contact Ramsey and track their location," Camilla spoke slowly, her delicate face etched with bone-chilling coldness. "If they’re still tailing us past the capital, intercept them immediately and bring them back to the old estate. We need to find out who’s behind this." She had neither the patience nor the need to play games with these people. "Understood." Luke gave a firm nod and immediately reached out to Ramsey. The car gradually picked up speed. —— **Capital City.** Inside a villa not far from the Luther Family’s ancestral estate. "What? " Samson’s brow furrowed deeply. "The people we sent to follow Camilla... they’ve lost contact?!" "Yes." His assistant nodded grimly, his expression heavy. "The signals from all four vehicles have disappeared, and we’ve completely lost contact with the people inside. They must have been discovered." That was way too fast. Samson pressed his lips together, his eyes darkening completely. This woman, Camilla, was far more alert than he had anticipated. "Are you certain those men won’t spill anything useful?" The fact that Camilla was rushing to Mileage despite grandpa’s critical condition proved one thing—Sinclair was indeed in trouble, just as the Porter family had claimed. Even so, he couldn’t afford to let his guard down. After all, the fear of the Luther Family’s main bloodline was ingrained in the veins of every branch member. "Rest assured, sir," the assistant said with absolute confidence. "Those men were hired online through intermediaries. They were just paid to follow that car—they know nothing else. Even if they wanted to talk, they wouldn’t have anything useful to say." Good. Samson’s expression eased slightly. He exhaled and resumed polishing the jade Guanyin in front of him. "Sir," The assistant spoke up cautiously. "Should we continue having people follow her?" "No need." Samson paused briefly in his movements before resuming, shaking his head with deliberate calm. "Since we’ve been discovered, sending more people won’t change the outcome." He meticulously wiped the dust off the jade Guanyin statue, his fingers moving with practiced care. After a slow exhale, he continued in a measured tone. "Contact the Porter family. Inform that old fox about Camilla leaving the capital. Let him figure out what to do with that information." If the Porter wanted to use him against the main Luther Family line, he could just as easily turn the tables and use them instead. "Understood." The assistant grasped Samson’s implication immediately and strode out to make the call. The old patriarch, poisoned. Sinclair, incapacitated. And now, Camilla—gone from the capital. Samson studied the serene face of the jade beads in his palm, his lips curling into a shadowed, inscrutable smile. Everything had fallen perfectly into place. Heaven itself was on his side. The Porter Residence "What did you just say?" Grandpa Porter’s sharp, aged eyes locked onto Mrs. Porter with an intensity that could freeze the air. Mrs. Porter parted her lips to speak, but Mr. Porter cut her off before a single word could escape. "Father—" His eyes widened in panic, his voice trembling as he blurted out, "Don’t listen to this woman’s nonsense! I never even met—" "Silence!!" "Enough." Grandpa Porter’s voice cut through the air like a blade, his expression icy as he silenced Mr. Porter mid-sentence. "I was asking her," he said, his tone heavy with unshakable authority, "not you." "Yes, Father." Mr. Porter clenched his jaw, forced into reluctant silence under the patriarch’s wrath. But his dark, venomous glare immediately shifted to his wife, burning with a silent, threatening warning. Under normal circumstances, Mrs. Porter would have yielded—shrinking back from his intimidation like she always did. Not this time. She didn’t even spare him a glance. Instead, her gaze remained steady on grandpa Porter as she recounted everything—how she had tracked Mr. Porter’s movements to a derelict warehouse at the abandoned docks on the city outskirts, and how she had found Sandra’s personal necklace lying at its entrance. Every detail. Every damning fact. The servants in the room gasped, their eyes widening in shock. "You shameless woman! How dare you install a tracking system in my phone app? Who the hell gave you the right?" Mr. Porter’s eyes bulged with barely contained fury, his face contorted in rage. "I’ll kill you!!" As he spat the words, he lunged at his wife again, his hands clenched into trembling fists. Madam Porter flinched, her body stiffening in terror. Bryan and the others immediately stepped forward, restraining him before he could reach her. Grandpa Porter remained silent, his brows knitting together in a deep frown. His son and granddaughter had always been like oil and water—utterly incompatible. For both of them to appear at that remote suburban warehouse at the same time? That was no coincidence. The thought made the old man’s gaze sharpen as it locked onto Mr. Porter, his eyes dark with unspoken suspicion. Under that piercing stare, Mr. Porter froze, a cold dread creeping up his spine like icy fingers. "Don’t listen to her, Father! She’s just—she’s just hysterical because of Sandra’s provocation!" "No, look—" Desperate to prove herself, Madam Porter thrust forward the diamond necklace she had been clutching so tightly that its edges nearly bit into her palm, presenting it to the old man as irrefutable evidence. "This necklace was the one you gave Sandra for her twentieth birthday. You must recognize it." The necklace did indeed belong to Sandra. Grandpa Porter lowered his gaze, his jaw tightening as he studied the diamond necklace Mrs. Porter had handed him. It seemed Sandra had done something behind his back. The living room fell into absolute silence. "Mrs. Porter, After a long pause, grandpa Porter finally lifted his eyes and spoke slowly, his voice measured. "You’re mistaken. This isn’t Sandra’s necklace." Whatever Mr. Porter had done it, he couldn’t admit it. If word got out, who knew what kind of backlash it would cause? Not hers? Mr. Porter’s eyes flickered, the tension in his body easing slightly. "How can that be?!" Mrs. Porter froze, then looked down at the necklace in her hand again. "Father, take another look. This is clearly—" "That necklace was a gift from me to Sandra. If I say it’s not hers, then it’s not." Grandpa Porter’s voice turned steely as he cut off Madam Porter’s words. His cold, penetrating gaze shifted to the servants standing nearby. "As for Sandra, I’ll send people to look for her." He paused, his tone brooking no argument. "It’s getting late. You two—take Madam to have her wounds treated first." This farce needed to end. Mrs. Porter’s eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at him, frozen. "Yes, sir!" Two servants immediately stepped forward, bowing before her. "Madam, the injury on your head can’t wait any longer. Let us take you to get it bandaged." "No! I won’t go!" Mrs. Porter’s face twisted with fury as she glared at grandpa Porter, her entire body trembling. "Grandpa, that necklace clearly belongs to Sandra! Why are you denying it?" Her voice rose, sharp and accusatory. "Are you trying to shield Mr. Porter? Or—was it you who ordered her to be hidden away?!" Mr. Porter and Bryan both stiffened, their eyes flickering with shock. Mrs. Porter had truly lost her mind—daring to drag even Grandpa Porter into her accusations.

Chapter 241: Did you plan with your Son to kidnap my daughter your granddaughter?

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