Chapter 56: She is the only antidote Mr. Sinclair Luther has

Chapter 56: She is the only antidote Mr. Sinclair Luther has The next day at noon. When Camilla woke up, Sinclair had already left. She stretched languidly, finding her arms and neck aching noticeably. She couldn’t help but recall the scene from last night in the bathroom. Her eyes, still somewhat sleepy, suddenly snapped into focus, and two patches of rosiness spread across her fair complexion. She knew. If it wasn’t for her period, there would be more than just these two areas feeling sour. As Camilla touched her own neck, she suddenly felt a cold sensation, and a shade of doubt crossed her lovely eyes. "What’s this?" She got up and went to the mirror. Only then did she realize that a necklace was now adorning her previously bare neck. The pendant was a drop-shaped light blue diamond, delicate and unique. The corner of Camilla’s lips lifted slightly, her eyes filled with sweetness. She took out her phone and dialed Sinclair’s number. Luther’s Corporation, in the president’s office. "Three months’ time," Sinclair squinted at the computer, his handsome face filled with chill. "Is this all the progress made?" His deep and cold voice carried an immense aura of pressure. Even through the screen, the few people on the other end felt as though a huge mountain was pressing down on them, causing their hearts to quiver. Ramsey on the side kept his head down, trying hard to make himself invisible. The pace of overseas market expansion was slow, and President Luther was sure to make someone the scapegoat. He didn’t want to be the one who takes the fall, especially at critical moments like these. Those on the other end of the screen also held their breaths and waited for the bloodbath that was about to ensue. "Buzz buzz buzz--" "Buzz buzz buzz--" The sudden vibration of a cell phone disrupted the almost solidified atmosphere in the room. Everyone’s faces tightened, their eyes anxiously turned towards their own mobiles. Seeing that they weren’t the ones in trouble, they finally exhaled a sigh of relief. However, when they looked up, they noticed their Boss taking out his phone from his pocket. Glancing at the vibrant note flashing on the screen, his deep-set eyes shimmered slightly and the coldness in them dissipated somewhat. "Take a break for five minutes." Before his words had fallen, Sinclair stood up and walked towards the large floor-to-ceiling window. "Woke up?" The voice was similarly deep, but the tone was worlds apart from before, indescribably gentle. The people inside the screen all widened their eyes, looking dumbfounded in surprise. Who is on the other end of the phone? Could Boss Luther really speak so gently? What a sight to see in one’s lifetime! Ramsey, on the other hand, appeared indifferent. As soon as his Boss decided to answer the phone, he had already guessed the identity of the person on the other side. "Just woke up," Camilla opened the curtains, gazing down at the garden below, softly saying, "Sweetheart, I really like the necklace." "Thank you." The corner of Sinclair’s mouth also slightly curled upwards, hearing the pleasure in Camilla’s voice. "Why did you suddenly give me this necklace?" Camilla knew that this necklace was not cheap, and she was afraid that it might have a special meaning. "Does it have a special reason?" Reason? Indeed, it does. The smile at the corner of Sinclair’s mouth didn’t change, and his long, narrow eyes were filled with a strong, almost obsessive desire to possess. A voice in his heart told him. Wait a little longer, otherwise, Camilla could be scared. The corners of Sinclair’s eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice became even gentler. "No, I just want to make you happy." Just to make her happy? Touching the necklace around her neck, Camilla’s eyes and eyebrows were filled with a smile. "I am very happy, thank you, Sweetheart" Her voice when she called him ’Sweetheart’ was especially melodious. Sinclair’s eyes narrowed slightly, the smile at the corner of his mouth became deeper. The strong oppressive force in the office was noticeably alleviated. People within the video call: Several faces of onlookers exchanged glances. What on earth happened during their half-year stay abroad?! "By the way, Sweetheart," Camilla spoke again. "There’s something, I want to discuss with you." "Alright." Sinclair said indifferently. "But Sweetheart," Camilla, stunned by Sinclair’s immediate response, asked, "I haven’t said what it is yet." "Except for leaving me," Sinclair’s tone was the usual. However, the profoundness in his eyes was nearly extractable. "As Mrs. Luther, you can make decisions on other matters." Mrs. Luther?! The men in the video looked at each other in surprise, their expressions much like they had just heard some juicy gossip. The person on the other end of the phone, could it actually be the rumored lady who forced herself into a marriage with the Chairman through a marital agreement?! Hearing Sinclair’s words, Camilla felt as though she was completely surrounded by sweetness. "Sweetheart-" "Hmm," Sinclair responded leisurely. "Come back early tonight. I’ll make dinner for you, and," With her eyes twinkling with laughter, Camilla paused. "I love you." Before the sound of her words had faded, she hung up the phone, clutching her rapidly beating heart. She loved him. Although a busy signal had already started beeping on his phone, Sinclair still stood by the window. His pathological possessiveness spread like darkness across his eyes, growing deeper and deeper. Camilla, remember what you said. Don’t regret it, and don’t forget it. Only after a long while did Sinclair put away his phone and sit back in his chair. Only his expression, was clearly not as cold as before. "You have one more month." "Yes, President Luther!!" "Don’t worry, we will definitely not let down your trust again." In the video, several people, both shocked and thrilled, were nodding repeatedly. Deep in their hearts, they started to respect the wife they had never met even more. After all, it was their first time seeing someone who could coax Mr. Luther. Ramsey sighed in his heart. The lady, she is truly a bonafide animal tamer. After the video conference ended, Sinclair glanced at Ramsey. "Move the headquarters meeting from two hours later to half an hour later." Work needs to be finished earlier. His beloved is still waiting for him to come home. "Yes." Understanding flickering in Ramsey’s eyes, he nodded and stepped back. Internally, he silently mourned for three seconds for the department heads who were dragged to the meeting early. In the prime area of the capital, within a luxurious office, Sandra sat on the sofa. Her beautiful eyes remained glued to the building in the distance, a cloud of gloom cast over her stunning face. After an unknowable amount of time had passed, she began to speak unexpectedly. "Yoland" "Yes?" A youth with a stern diamond-shaped face, standing not far from her, immediately approached. "Miss." "What about the investigation," Sandra turned her gaze to him, her voice growing colder. "How did it go?" "I’ve completed the investigation," Yoland nodded and truthfully reported the situation. "After the woman’s grandfather disappeared, she was taken in by the Sanchez family, but she doesn’t have a good relationship with them." He paused for a moment, then continued. "The one she’s closest to is a woman named Tiffany." With such an unbearable family background, she’s not at all suited to be the wife of the Luther Family’s head. Sandra’s lips curled into a miniscule smirk, her pretty face filled with disdain and resentment. "Find out about this woman named Tiffany. All of her information, the more detailed the better." If it was temporarily difficult to move against Camilla, she would start by targeting the people around her. "Don’t worry, Miss." Yoland seems to understand and retreat. Sandra got up from the sofa, walked to the window, and looked at the building not far away. "Sinclair," She started slowly, with a deep voice. "Your position, and that of the madam of your Family, I must acquire." This was a decision I had made when I was in my teens. Just wait and see!! Luther’s Mansion. "Here," Camilla gently instructed the craftsmen. "And here." She was serious, as if she was doing something of great importance. "Yes, ma’am." The craftsmen nodded repeatedly. They were planting the large batch of white roses that had just been transplanted according to Camilla’s request. The originally somewhat cold and stern courtyard became more lively due to these white roses. "Madam," Aunt Naomi, who had been sent by grandpa Luther to take care of the two not long ago, came over with a cup of tea and said to Camilla in a soft voice. "You should take a rest inside, I’ll keep an eye on things here." "No need, Aunt Naomi," Camilla took a sip of her tea and softly declined. "I want to design it myself." In her past life, the garden full of white roses were all personally planted by her husband for her. They have witnessed all the misunderstandings and entanglements between her and Sinclair. In the end, they also accompanied them as they perished in the raging fire. Now, in this life, everything has started anew. Replanting these white roses is to prove that everything is different from the past life. She wants them to witness the happiness she and Sinclair share. " Madam" Auntie Naomi looked at the glaring sun in the sky, then at Camilla’s fair and delicate skin, wanting to persuade her once more. "Auntie Naomi," Camilla knew that Auntie Naomi meant well, her beautiful eyes slightly squinted. "This holds special meaning for me, I must supervise it personally." Her voice was still softly melodic, but her words had an aura of dominance. "Yes." Auntie Naomi nodded, no longer daring to advise. They had people arranged around Camilla with umbrellas for shade. Not too long afterward, Luke hurried over. "Madam." Camilla knew that progress must have been made on the task she had asked him to accomplish. She took a step, walking off to the side, away from the crowd. Luke immediately followed. "Madam," He lowered his voice. "I have completed your orders, selling that property and the hospital at a high price to the Sanchez family." Camilla nodded, her beautiful face full of indifference. The Sanchez family was afraid of offending the Luther Family, so they had to swallow the inflated price regardless. Compared to this, she was more concerned about something else. "What about Arlo? How’s the investigation progressing?" Luke knitted his brow. "That man, there’s nothing unusual about him." "No anomalies?" Camilla’s eyes slightly narrowed, her face instantly darkened. Judging from the incident where Arlo indirectly killed Tiffany in her past life, he undoubtedly wouldn’t be anomaly-free. However, she was aware of the Luther family’s influence. Not detecting any anomalies could only mean that... The anomaly hasn’t occurred yet. "Keep sending people to keep an eye on him, and don’t miss anyone he’s met or any place he visits." "Yes, ma’am," Luke was confused as to why his lady is so concerned about a seemingly ordinary man, but he clearly knew it wasn’t his place to question. He took out Camilla’s card and handed it to her with both hands. "This is your card." "No rush," Camilla didn’t take the card, and quietly said, "I have something else for you to do." Luke tucked the card away and slightly nodded. "Madam, just give your orders." "Help me to buy some buildings in the north of the city." Camilla said indifferently. "I will send the specific address to your phone later." Buy buildings? In the north of the city? "Madam," Luke pondered and finally decided to raise a word of caution. "The economic development in the north of the city is slow, and the place is full of deserted buildings. If you’re considering real estate investment there, you are very likely to incur a loss." "Don’t worry, it won’t," Camilla, slightly curved her red lips, her beautiful eyes expressing indifference. "Just do as I tell you." She remembered very clearly. In less than three months, the policy for demolition and reconstruction in the north of the city would come down. Investing now would be a golden opportunity. Elsewhere. "Tiffany, please, I’m begging you to help me."