Chapter 51: Meeting my husband’s best friends

Chapter 51: Meeting my husband’s best friends "Sandra said that the wine wouldn’t get drunk, so I had a couple more glasses. I didn’t expect the after-effects to be so strong," Melissa said, a sweet smile on her face. "Brother, really it’s the last time." "Don’t run around in the future. Come with me to the company during the day and familiarize yourself with the business," Taylor, calmly said, not picking up Melissa’s words. "Sooner or later, the Taylor family’s business will be handed over to you." "I won’t go!!" Melissa was most afraid of her brother saying such words and shook her head constantly. "I can’t do those things. Brother, you should take good care of them." "Melissa," Taylor, curved his lips slightly, looking even more gentle and charming. "You are well aware of the state of my health. Who knows, one day...." "No way!!" Melissa interrupted his brother’s words, tears welling up in her beautiful eyes. "Brother, I know you will live a long, healthy life, and always take care of me." Before Taylor, could respond, she continued. "Sinclair’s illness is also under control, isn’t it? If Camilla could help Sinclair, perhaps she could help you too." Taylor, did not take to heart his sister’s last sentence, choosing instead to focus on the first half. His fair eyebrows furrowed slightly. "Who told you Sinclair’s illness is under control?" Aside from a few major families, no one else knew about the improvement in Sinclair’s condition. Melissa, was naive, he had never mentioned it in front of her. "Sandra, told me," Facing Taylor’s gaze, Melissa felt somewhat guilty. "She said that if it weren’t for that woman’s assistance with Sinclair’s illness, the Luther Family would never have let her in." Sandra Porter. No wonder. "Don’t listen to others’ idle gossip, the engagement was set by the elders of both families. As long as Grandpa Luther is still there," A mocking smirk flashed in Taylor’s eyes. "Whether or not Miss Rodriguez can suppress Sinclair’s condition, she is still Mrs. Luther after all." There was a faint warning in his deep voice. "If Sandra acts foolishly, don’t follow suit, or with Sinclair’s personality, I’m not even sure if I can protect you." Melissa listened to her brother’s words, thinking of the unknown favor Sandra asked her to do. She nervously gripped her skirt. "Understood." Watching his sister’s reaction, Taylor, wanted to say more; however, the butler walked over quickly. "Sir, Mr. Calvin, called and asked you to remind Mr. Luther to take Mrs. Luther to KWDC tonight." This Calvin... Taylor, curled his lips, revealing a helpless smile. "Tell him, understood." Mr. Calvin? Mr. Luther and Mrs. Luther? There was a glint in Melissa’s eyes as she playfully latched onto Taylor’s arm. "Brother, I want to go too. Can you take me with you?" The reason she wanted to go.. On the one hand, it was for Calvin. On the other hand, it was for Camilla, as her curiosity towards this woman was insatiable. Taylor, of course, knew what his sister was thinking, his eyebrows knotting in concern. Before he could voice his refusal, Melissa clung onto him incessantly. "Please, brother, I just want to go see, I promise I’ll not cause trouble." "If you let me come along, I swear I’ll never recklessly drink again." "I beg you!!" Under the incessant chatter of Melissa, Taylor, massaged his temples. "Just this once." The limited edition Bentley glided smoothly along the streets of San Francisco city. The man in the driver’s seat held the steering wheel loosely with his well-defined hands. His wristwatch lent him an added maturity and charisma. Bathed under the light, his handsome profile became even more striking. A man looks his best when he’s driving. Indeed, it was such a case. Camilla rested her hand, admiring her husband. However, this comment was equally applicable to Sinclair. Because it wasn’t just about driving. Sweetheart, was handsome at all times. "What are you looking at?" Noticing that Camilla’s gaze was fixed on him since they left the house, Sinclair asked gently. "I’m looking at you," Camilla replied without hesitation. "So, you find me good-looking," Sinclair curved his lips into a playful smile. "Not enough to watch me the entire way?" "Of course, it’s not enough," Late into the evening, those eyes that seemed to be able to speak were brimming with a profound smile. "Don’t even talk about loving him for a lifetime, even a lifetime wouldn’t be enough." This perfect husband of hers, she was determined to vanquish all the wasted time from her past life with him. Is a lifetime even enough? Evening, remember, those are words you said yourself. Sinclair’s lips curled up slightly, his usually cold eyes became more profound, eventually morphing into a bottomless whirlpool. Half an hour later. The car came to a firm stop in front of a building named WDC It was one of the most upscale private clubs in the capital city. Eleven stories high. The first floor was a lobby, with the rest all being entertainment spaces. The number of floors also represented the level of expenditure you could expect. The higher the floor, the more high-end the spending. Of course, even the lowest level clientele, The minimum expenditure for each private room began at six figures. So it goes without saying that everyone who comes here is not only rich and powerful in the capital, but also someone of high status and renown. Sinclair got out of the driver’s seat. His handsome appearance and the aura of an extraordinary character immediately attracted numerous glances from the crowd. During the hushed discussion about Sinclair amongst the crowd, Camilla, the passenger, stepped out of the car. She wore a lilac light summer dress, with a simple slim-fit cut that accentuated her lovely figure. Her hair, reminiscent of the texture and color of seaweed, flowed behind her, while her pale skin shone even brighter under the illumination of the lights. Her exquisite features were charming yet uncommon, and the small tear mole near her eye added an air of icy elegance to her. She was breathtakingly beautiful. "Boss, Kelvin Luther, The cousin of Sinclair Luther, had been waiting at the door for some time. As soon as he saw Sinclair, his demeanor immediately stiffened, and he respectfully approached him. Seeing Camilla next to Sinclair, a flash of astonishment crossed his eyes. Could this be the new lady of the house? She was totally unlike the woman from the countryside rumored to be in the picture lately. Afraid of offending Sinclair by calling him wrong, he had no choice but to speak humbly and reluctantly. "Boss, this lady is..." Sinclair glanced at Kelvin, indifferently, his tone indifferent and his emotions indistinguishable. "My wife." Could it really be Sinclair’s wife?! "Boss, my madam, please go inside!" Kelvin, showed a smile on his face, but he bent even lower. "Sir Calvin and Sir Taylor, are already waiting inside." Many people’s astonishment turned into amazement. Kelvin is not only in charge of this gold-consuming WDC but is also a member of the Luther Family. Although it is said to be a side branch, it is nonetheless a figure who cannot be offended. He usually looks down upon others. Who exactly are this man and woman that could make Kelvin Luther humble himself like this and personally greet them in? In the midst of various gazes from the crowd, Sinclair walked towards the dedicated elevator, indifferently holding onto Camilla’s arm. Not far away, a hateful gaze fixed on Camilla’s figure from behind. "It’s really Camilla!" Who’s that man? He appears influential and prestigious, definitely someone that Camilla couldn’t come in contact with. "Could it be that Camilla is really being kept as a mistress?!" "What’s wrong, Lizzy? " The ugly, corpulent man frowned and discontented. "Do you know each other?" He has noticed. Lizzy pulled out her phone, taking several snaps of the two who had made quite the imposing scene earlier. "Just a faint familiarity." Lizzy put away her phone with a pleasing smile on her face and hooked her arm through the man’s. "Mr. Washington, shall we head inside?" "Hmm," Washington Lesly averted his gaze, adjusting his hand-tailored suit that barely contained his bulky figure, before heading inside. "Once we’re inside, don’t speak out of turn, do as told, don’t disregard rules, understood?" If it wasn’t for the fact that this woman was obedient enough and could let loose, he would never bring her to such a prestigious venue. "I understand, rest assured Mr. Washington." Lizzy obediently nodded, her downcast gaze filled with jealousy and resentment. She finally cleared the debt of the ceremonial dress, and was released from prison. After making a strenuous effort, she managed to reconnect with another wealthy sponsor Washington Lesly. Even coming to WDC was won through her mastering every trick she knew of. And then she saw Camilla. She had boldly made a scene at the mall, causing a commotion, but here she was, still able to see her. And that was not all. Though she couldn’t see the face of the tycoon accompanying Camilla, by the way he held himself, he seemed remarkable and appeared to have a high status. He surpassed Washington by leaps and bounds. Lizzy’s hand hanging by her side tightened, her nails digging into her palm. Why was it that all the good things in this world always fell into the lap of this little scheming tramp Camilla?! She was determined to ruin this little scheming tramp Camilla, and ensure that she could never hold her head high again!! At this moment, inside the luxurious private room on the top floor of WDC. "Calvin," Dressed in a little black skirt that accentuated her charming cuteness, Melissa, resting her chin on her hand, sweetly smiled at Calvin. "They still haven’t arrived yet, where’s Sinclair and his wife?" Taylor was used to his little sister’s always-obvious intentions. He quietly sipped the tea in front of him. "The time is not yet up," Calvin glanced at his watch and sipped the red wine in front of him, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Aren’t you always afraid of Sinclair? You never show up at parties where he is. Why are you acting so contrary to your usual behavior this time?" In the gaze of those peach blossom-like eyes, Melissa’s face slightly reddened. "I, I just happened to be free today, didn’t I?" Calvin played with the wine glass in his hand, his narrow peach blossom eyes squinting mischievously. "When are you not free?" Melissa was stunned by Calvin’s words and immediately looked at Taylor for help. "Brother, look at Calvin--" Receiving his sister’s cry for help, Taylor calmly put down his tea cup and looked at her. "Calvin is right, you are idle all day, you have plenty of time." "Brother!!" Melissa was indignant but did not know how to refute. Just at that moment, the door was opened. Two figures stepped in. A man, tall and slender in a tailored black suit. His extremely handsome features carried an air of aloofness and restraint because of his overpowering AURA, giving off an aloof and ascetic feeling. He seemed like a flower on a high cliff. However, this seemingly unattainable man was holding a woman in his arms now. She was seen in a light purple, Chanel-style mini skirt. Her waist-length curly hair, exquisite features, and flawless fair skin were incredibly gorgeous, to the point of being coldly alluring. Even for men like Calvin and Taylor, who had seen countless beauties, they couldn’t help but get smitten by her. Melissa, in particular, was utterly taken aback. Was she too beautiful? Even more beautiful than all the women she had ever seen! When it came to physical attractiveness, Sandra indeed fell short. No wonder he picked her over his childhood friend. As Sandra’s friend, her loyalty had to remain unwavering. "You, you’re Camilla?"