Chapter 45: Sandra was save by a stranger

Chapter 45 - Sandra was save by a stranger Sanchez's villa. "Sir," The butler came in with a phone in hand. "The hospital replied they are willing to sell, but," Under Augustin's gaze, he swallowed hard before continuing. "The price is three times higher than what we previously sold it for." "Three times?!" Victoria widened her eyes in surprise, her voice sharp. "This is downright robbery!!" Augustin's eyes darkened, his face looking extremely unsightly. "Did they specify why the increase in price?" "They said someone is willing to purchase at a high price, which led to the price hike." The butler nodded affirmatively. "So, do you still want to buy it?" Augustin pressed his lips together. Before he could even speak, Victoria on the side grabbed the opportunity to interject. "We cannot buy it," There was a hint of anger on her slightly chubby face. "Augustine, we can't be the scapegoats." "What do you know?" Augustin looked at her with deep, mysterious eyes, his voice icy. "In a few days, it will be grandpa Luther's birthday banquet. We need to seize this opportunity to present ourselves and engage with people we wouldn't usually connect with," A glint of ambition flashed in his eyes. "We shouldn't create an awkward situation with Camilla because of this trivial sum of money." This stubborn girl seemed to be more and more out of his control. He was uncertain if she would bring this matter up and put the Sanchez family in a difficult position before the Luther Family. If that's the case, the loss would be more than the gain. Furthermore, After settling the dowry issue, they would transition from being in the wrong to being in the right. No matter whether Camilla admits it or not, she can never erase the kindness the Sanchez family has shown her in her upbringing. If she acts completely detached and does not help the Sanchez family, they can use this as leverage against her. "But....." Victoria doesn't share Augustine's depth of thought. Thinking about having to spend almost double the money on Camilla, she feels incredible heartache. "There's no but," Augustin has a deep, low voice, tinged with a hint of impatience. "Since Clara has caught the attention of the Luna Family, you have to consider her for our sake and reputation, even if you don't think about us." His gaze focused intensively. "How would the Luna Family view Clara if they knew we were keeping Camilla's dowry and not returning it?" Upon hearing about her daughter, Victoria's knitted brow relaxed. "That's also true," She waved her hand to dismiss the steward before turning to look at Augustin. "What's the situation with Clara?" "Don't worry," Augustin sat on the sofa, and lit up a cigarette. "The paparazzi we hired are professional and reliable. They will capture every detail of Clara entering and exiting Luna's residence and will wait for the perfect opportunity to reveal it." The Luna Family, such a family is a rare opportunity for our Sanchez family. We must do our best to associate with this big tree. -- In city S. The man sitting in the wheelchair looked at the photo in his hand and hooked up a cold smirk at the corner of his mouth. "Sinclair actually treasures a woman so much, which is unexpected." He played with the Divine mercy bead in his fingers, which were faintly white due to illness. "In that case, we can't keep her around anymore." Although his face was wearing a smile, the eyes hidden behind the gold-rimmed glasses were like those of a poisonous snake, showing a terrifying ruthlessness. "What's the situation with the Luna Family?" "They're being watched closely, but no movements have been made so far." The man with a scar on his brow bone spoke seriously, telling the truth. "Mr. Luna, as a person, is more cautious than our estimates." "That's not caution, that's fear," The corner of the man's mouth curled up in a mocking, cold sneer, his eyes colder as ever. "It seems we must lend him a hand." The man with the eyebrow scar bowed his head, waiting for the man's command. "Mr. Luna has a son and two daughters," The man cast his eyes down, gazing at the Divine mercy beads in his hand, his face displaying a faint smile. "During this period, don't allow them to live too peacefully, lead all the traces towards the Luther Family's direction." He must make the Luna Family the spear against the Luther Family. "Understood!" The man with the eyebrow scar immediately understood, a sudden cold flickering in his eyes. "I will get to it right away." As he spoke, he turned around to leave. The man removed his gold-rimmed glasses, gently closing his eyes. His pale and slender hand was placed on his legs, which has already lost all sensation; his lips tightly closed. "Sinclair, five years." There was a chilling aura emanating from him, causing the entire room to freeze. "I will settle the accounts from five years ago, item by item." San Francisco at night. Half of it is illuminated by neon lights. The other half reflects the boundless shadows. Half bright, half dark, stirring an obscure, profound feeling. Outside the bar. Sandra, with the scent of alcohol on her face and her beautiful eyes blurred, leaning on the staggering Melissa, came out. Melissa's family driver waited at the door. Upon seeing the two, he immediately got out of the car to greet them. "Miss!!" The driver took Melissa from Sandra's hands and helped her into the car. Then he turned to look at Sandra, who was clearly drunk, and spoke respectfully. "Miss Porter, let me take you home first." "No need," Feeling irritated, Sandra declined, with a face full of intolerance. "I've already called for the driver to pick me up." "Okay," The Porter family driver was eager to bring Melissa back home and fulfill his duty, so he didn't say anything else. "Then I will take the young lady home first." After Melissa's family car departed, Sandra felt an intense longing for Sinclair under the numbness of alcohol. She immediately picked up her phone, dialing the number that had always been on her mind, yet she had been too afraid to call. She wanted to ask - what part of her fell short compared to Camilla. Why did he have to treat her this way. She still had so many things to tell him. However, Sinclair didn't give Sandra this opportunity. The phone had just begun to ring when he hung up. "Sinclair, you've gone too far!!" In utter grievance, Sandra threw her phone violently on the ground, where it shattered into pieces. She turned around, heading back to the bar with the intention to continue drinking. Just then. "Beautiful lady, are you upset?" A rotund, bald man, with a malicious grin on his face, blocked Sandra's way. "Do you need someone to keep your company for a drink?" Several other men around him began to approach as well. "Keep me company for a drink?" Sandra's intoxicating eyes slightly narrowed, looking at the man in front of her with a sardonic smile playing on her red lips, all of her displeasure revealed without any attempt to hide. "With your swine-like appearance, you think you are worthy?" She was already in a bad mood, and her irritation just got worse. She stumbled on her feet as she attempted to sidestep the bald man. However, the bald man stepped up again, blocking her way. The malicious grin on his face turned into a look of fury. "You dare insult me?" "Why, can't I insult you?" Sandra raised her eyebrows, her resplendent face filled with contempt and scorn. "Do you know who I am? Offend me, and I'll make sure your entire family won't live to see the sun rise tomorrow." A frown etched into her forehead. "Get out of my sight immediately!" "TMD, ever so arrogant," The bald man furrowed his brows. "But the boss likes your fiery temperament, fellas, take her away." As he spoke, two men grabbed Sandra's arms and pulled her towards a jeep parked nearby. "Let go of me!!" The dull pain shooting through her arm made Sandra sober up a bit. Her beautiful eyes filled with panic as she began to struggle fiercely. "I am Miss Sandra of the Porter family. You better let go of me now, or I will surely kill you all!" " Porter family?" Upon hearing this, the bald man paused for a moment, then burst into a scornful laughter. "If you are a Miss Porter, then I must be Sinclair, the heir of the Luther Family," He grabbed Sandra's cheek and shoved a small pill into her mouth. "This woman is so drunk. Hurry up and take her away for a good time." Sandra's eyes widened, she prepared to spit it out. However, the pill dissolved upon contact with water, already disappearing in her mouth within an instant. Her mind, already quite groggy, became even more dizzy, and she could barely stand. "You--" Before Sandra could say anything, her mouth was covered and dragged towards the car. "Uhh..." She shook her head desperately, her face full of fear. Just as Sandra was about to be pulled into the car, on the brink of despair, a man's voice rang out. "Stop!"