Chapter 37 - 50 million dollars is small compensation for bullying my wife

Chapter 37 - 50 million dollars is small compensation for bullying my wife In the extensive living room... Grandpa Luther and grandpa Porter were sitting in the main seats, sipping tea. They were engaged in a lively conversation about amusing anecdotes from their youth. However, beneath the cheerful laughter, the atmosphere was not much lighter. Mr. and Mrs. Luna listened to the two old men's laughter while their eyes incessantly darted to the door. They felt as uncomfortable as if they were sitting on pins and needles. Joining them in their restlessness was Sandra. She still vividly remembered the humiliation that Sinclair had previously subjected her to. However, after loving him tirelessly for so many years, she found it incredibly hard to let go. What would she need to do to win over Sinclair? While everyone was lost in their thoughts, Sinclair entered. His handsome face was touched with indifference and his aura, rich with prestige and abstinence. As he approached, an overpowering aura of the commanding manner pervaded the room. Mr. and Mrs. Luna instinctively rose from their seats. "President Luther--" "President Luther?!" Mrs. Luna has met Sinclair before, but it's the first time for Mrs. Luna. She couldn't help being astonished. The man's appearance was worlds away from what she imagined. Grandpa Porter put down his cup, a glint of shock crossing his eyes. He'd thought that in the absence of such an excellent grandson, he could at least have such an outstanding son-in-law. He did not expect the Luther Family would suddenly produce a marriage contract, always one step behind. Sandra was sitting on the sofa, steady eyes watching Sinclair. If it wasn't for the opportunity today, she didn't know when she could see him again. "Grandpa Porter." Sinclair gently nods to the two elders, crossing his long legs to sit at the other end of the main seat. His entire personal exuded an aura of nobility and depth, and his elongated eyes were full of overwhelming pressure. "Sinclair," grandpa Porter was the first to speak with a laugh. "Where is your new wife? Why didn't you bring her out for this old man to see?" This remark was half to lead into the main topic and half out of genuine curiosity. He wanted to see what kind of woman she was, this woman whom the Luther Family had been betrothed to for over a decade. "My wife was frightened yesterday and she's a little under the weather now." Sinclair spoke indifferently, his tone betrayed no emotion. A shiver ran down the spines of Mr. and Mrs. Luna. My wife?! Sandra found the phrase incredibly grating. There was a look of unwillingness and resentment in her downcast eyes. The word "wife" that Sinclair used, it should have been used to describe her. " Porter, you have no idea," Grandpa Luther set down his teacup, sighing. "Because my granddaughter-in-law was scared, this naughty kid of mine was so worried about her. He spent the better half of the day looking after her, he didn't even go to the company." "Really?" Grandpa Porter was surprised upon hearing about Sinclair. "I would have never thought that you, youngster, would have such a soft side. Sinclair gave his grandfather a glance, the corner of his mouth quirked in a small smile. Obviously, he didn't deny it. The complexions of Mr. and Mrs. Luna became even paler. The seemingly cold and indifferent Sinclair, he actually values that woman so much? He took care of that woman for most of the day, not even going to the company? Why? They've just met a few days ago! Sandra's hand hanging by her side clenched tightly, her nails digging deep into her palm to control her facial expression. "When Camilla is better, I'll have them visit the Porter's directly," grandpa Luther poured more tea for grandpa Porter. "Don't forget to prepare a gift for their meeting." "Hahaha, no problem, I'll be waiting then." Grandpa Porter laughed and nodded, casting a meaningful glance at Mr. Luna. Mr. Luna instantly understood, he stood up apologetically from his seat. "President Luther--" "Hmm," Sinclair's thin lips slightly hooked up, his slender eyes deep and unfathomable. "I didn't realize that President Luna was here." He wasn't naive enough to believe that Sinclair truly noticed him only now. Mr. Luna's facial expression stiffens slightly, but he regains his composure almost instantly. "My foolish son unwittingly offended Mrs. Luther," He rose from his seat, holding a teacup, prostrating himself before Sinclair, an attitude that could be considered humbly sincere to the dust. "On behalf of him, I want to apologize to President Luther. I beg for your magnanimity, please spare him." If it were any other time, Letting Mr. Luna, a man of his status, bow and serve tea to someone nearly his son's age, was something he couldn't do under any circumstances. But the man in question was Sinclair, the inheritor of the Luther Family that controlled half of the economic power in San Francisco. Suddenly, it wasn't so hard to swallow. Leaning against the back of his chair, Sinclair crossed his long legs. He extended his thin, well-defined hand, but instead of taking the tea offered by Mr. Luna, he chose to light up a cigar. A pale cloud of smoke gently rose and slowly dispersed. The man's unassumingly handsome face was revealed to everyone. The air seemed to freeze for a moment. Both Grandpa Luther and grandpa Porter continued to drink tea, a faint smile on their faces, as if untouched by the unfolding scene. Sandra was fixated on Sinclair, her mind a maze of unknown thoughts. A fleeting hint of discomfort flitted through Mr. Luna's eyes. Yet, his hand clenching the cup showed no sign of relaxation, nor did he dare to sit up straight. Upon noticing this, Mrs. Luna's eyebrows knitted together anxiously, and she found her voice. "President Luther, the Luna Family comes with sincerity to apologize, what's the meaning of this?" As soon as these words were voiced, Sandra was the first to frown. Her eyes were full of displeasure as she looked at Lady Luna. "Mrs. Luna, what's with your attitude? Those who know will say you all are here to apologize, those who don't might assume you're here to cast blame." Her intention to bring her grandfather here wasn't for the Luna Family at all. Mrs. Luna initially thought Sandra would side with them, but hearing her words, she momentarily froze. She automatically turned her gaze towards Sinclair. "The moment he met those deep ink-like eyes, it felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him, making breathing difficult. "Mr. Luther...That's not what I meant..." Such a fool!! Even before Mrs. Luna spoke, Mr. Luna felt a jump in his heart, and now he couldn't resist casting a warning glance at Mrs. Luna. "I'm truly sorry, Mr. Luther. My wife is just overly worried about Camilla. Please, don't blame her." "Um," Sinclair retracted his gaze indifferently, accepting the teacup from Mr. Luna's hand. "President Luna, please take a seat." "Yes," Seeing the tea being accepted, Mr. Luna felt relieved and sat back down on the sofa. "Thank you, Mr. Luther. Thank you, Mr. Luther." He immediately handed over a few contracts, stamped with the seal of the Luna Group, to Sinclair. "This is a small token of gratitude from the Luna Family to comfort Mrs. Luther. Please, Mr. Luther, accept it graciously." Though it was called a small token, it was worth a hefty fifty million. A sense of sorrow flashed across Mrs. Luna's heart. Yet, thinking about the opportunity to trade for his son's life, he could only endure it and pretend as if it didn't matter. "Mr. Luna presumes," Sinclair looked at the numbers on the contract and a smirk of undisclosed meaning played across his lips. "That a measly 50 million can compensate for my wife's fright?" His slender fingers picked up the contract and put a cigar to it. "If this matter becomes public, won't anyone in San Francisco who can come up with 50 million bully her?" Soon, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the contract turned into ashes. Of course, along with it, the dignity of the Luna Family also ended in flames. "What does President Luna think?" Sinclair leaned back in his chair, looking at Mr. Luna with a light smile. A mere fifty million? Lady Luna's eyes twitched at the corners, her heart filled with a mixture of pain and anger. On the side, Mr. Luna was also silently gritting his teeth. Indeed, it was typical of Sinclair. Beneath his perfect exterior, he was full of cunning and deceit. Grandpa Luther, sipping his tea, had an approving look in his eyes. "The brat has done well." Those who dare to offend the madam of the Luther Family must pay a painful price. No matter who they are. Is a woman married into the family through an unknown marriage agreement worth his protection and support? Looking at Sinclair, Sandra felt as if a stone was lodged in her chest, making it difficult for her to breathe. "I need to use the restroom." No sooner had she spoken than she got up and walked out. Grandpa Porter observed his granddaughter's retreating figure with a flicker of helplessness flashing in his eyes. Most things in the world, he could find a way to obtain for her. But emotions were different. For many years, he could clearly observe that Sinclair hadn't the slightest amorous thoughts toward Sandra. Without this sudden arrival of the young girl, they might get married and have children, yet the likelihood of happiness seems bleak. "President Luther--" Opening his mouth, Mr. Luna's pleading gaze involuntarily fell on grandpa Porter. "What Sinclair said is not wrong," grandpa Porter said in a gentle manner. "Mr. Porter, if you want to truly apologize, your sincerity is insufficient." While speaking, he lowered his head and sipped his tea. "It is said that the young girl is studying medicine, how about transferring the ownership of the Hospital under the Luna Corporation to her?" The Luna Hospital?! Mrs. Luna's pupils abruptly contracted, her hand resting on her lap clenched instantly. This was a high-end private hospital under the Luna Corporation, with a market value of several hundred million, and its profitability was also quite substantial. Mr. Luna was somewhat aching inside. But he knew that he was in a situation he couldn't escape from. If he refused, he not only wouldn't be able to take Roman away, but he would also offend both the Luther and Porter families. A forced smile appeared on Mr. Luna's face. "Grandpa Porter is right. My Luna Family is willing to offer the Hospital with both hands . I kindly ask President Luther to spare my reckless son." Grandpa Porter looked at Sinclair. Meanwhile, grandpa Luther kept his hands off the whole situation. Sinclair tossed the cigar in his hand into the teacup Mr. Luna had handed him earlier, lifted his eyes to look at him. From his handsome and delicate eyes, no emotions could be detected, only an underlying profound meaning that makes people tremble with fear. A wave of chill ran through Mr. Luna's body, making his heart shudder uncontrollably. Did this forefather remain unsatisfied? Just as he was about to ask Grandpa Porter for help, that clear and icy voice sounded again. "Uncle Carlos, bring the person here." Uncle Carlos nodded. "Yes, Sir." Seeing this, Mr. and Mrs. Luna finally breathed a sigh of relief. -- On the other hand. Sandra did not return to the living room, but instead flitted her steps to the backyard, yearning for a breather. Unbeknownst to her, she saw a figure sitting by the lake. The waist-long chestnut hair casually spread out behind her, and her long white legs lazily swung in the air. Even without seeing her face, she still exudes a delicate beauty. Sandra's face sank deeper, and the feeling of frustration in her heart grew even heavier. Seconds later, she stepped forward. "Miss Rodriguez, you're quite leisurely." Miss Rodriguez? Hearing the woman's sarcastically amused tone, Camilla didn't need to look back to imagine the face of the person behind her, her beautiful eyes flashed a hint of coldness. But when she turned her head to look at Sandra, it had already turned into a pure and amiable smile. "Miss Porter? What brings you here?"