Chapter 67: A ruthless and Brutal monster

Chapter 67: A ruthless and Brutal monster "And how about you?" Camilla looked at Grandpa Luther, her pure eyes brimming with genuine concern. "Have you been feeling unwell recently?" "Ever since I used the medicinal food recipes you gave me, I feel far more energetic," Grandpa Luther waved his hand lightly, a satisfied smile on his face. "Some of my chronic problems also feel much better." "Let me take your pulse." Camilla rose from Sinclair’s side and sat next to Grandpa Luther, preparing to take his pulse. Suddenly left alone, Sinclair’s ink-black eyes instantly hardened. A clear knuckle flexed gently. Those familiar with him knew this was a precursor to Sinclair’s dissatisfaction. "You do seem stronger, I’ll give you a new prescription next month." Camilla withdrew her hand after assessing Grandpa Luther’s pulse, nodding her head in satisfaction. "Please take good care of your health. Only then can Sinclair and I rest easy." The warm and caring voice warmed grandpa Luther’s heart. "Don’t worry, Grandpa still has to take care of your children for you." Watching the two people in front of him, enjoying the bliss of a family reunion, completely forgot about him. The ink color at the bottom of Sinclair’s eyes deepened and the tapping fingers stopped. "Grandpa, it’s getting late," He said lightly. "I’ll have Ramsey take you back to rest." Grandpa Luther ?? "I’m not tired yet." "Since you are not tired," Sinclair’s expression remained unchanged, with absolute seriousness on his handsome face. "Could you please accompany me to the study, I have something to seek your advice on." Seek his advice? Grandpa Luther raised an eyebrow. This brat, ever since he took over the Luther Family, has always been making decisions on his own. When has he ever sought his advice? "Grandpa Luther saw through his grandson’s thoughts in an instant, a gleam of schadenfreude dancing in his eyes. It seemed that this lad was about to fall into the trap.! "Good," suppressing the smirk tugging at his lips, Grandpa Luther responded and nodded approvingly. "I happen to have something to ask you too," Camilla said with a smile. "Well, I will go ahead and prepare some tea for us both and bring it up in a while." Grandpa Luther nodded with a smile. In the study room. "Last night," Grandpa Luther, sipping the tea that Camilla had prepared, squinted his piercing and profound eyes. "What happened?" "Don’t you already know all about it?" Sinclair, watching the gently rolling fog of the tea, narrowed his dark eyes. "Don’t put yourself in danger anymore," Grandpa Luther glanced at Sinclair’s laissez-faire demeanor, letting out a cold huff. "Now that you have a family, you should consider both for yourself and for Camilla even if you don’t." Upon hearing Camilla’s name, Sinclair’s hand that was twirling a cup slightly froze. "Don’t blame Grandpa for speaking bluntly," Grandpa Luther watched his grandson’s reaction from the corner of his eye, a faint smile appearing there. "If you dare mess up, I will give Camilla a large sum of money and find her a more responsible man to remarry." Remarry? Sinclair’s eyes narrowed instantly, looking unsatisfied at Grandpa Luther, his lips lightly opening. "Tomorrow morning, go for a paternity test." "There’s no need for doubts, you are indeed my biological grandson," Grandpa Luther nonchalantly blew away the veil of steam across his teacup, the corner of his mouth curved into a faint smile. "However, since Camilla is a sensible child, I have always seen her as my own granddaughter, and I cannot bear to see her lonely her whole life." Sinclair fell silent for a long time before finally lowering his eyes to say in a deep voice. "Don’t worry, you won’t get the chance." Grandpa Luther’s lips, hidden beneath the teacup, curved up slightly. Half an hour later. Sinclair walked into the basement with a grave look. Luther Family Mansion. The spacious basement exuded a gloomy and oppressive air. "President Luther," Ramsey knocked on the door. "The man has been brought." "Come in." Sinclair’s deep and icy voice echoed from within. Mr. Luna, whose hands were bound, had been locked up all night, and his fear had been pushed to the extreme. The sound of Sinclair’s voice made his legs weaken in fright even more. Now, he realized fear, but where was this realization earlier? Ramsey sneered in his heart and opened the door. "President Luna, please." Two mercenaries immediately stepped forward and dragged the pale-faced Mr. Luna in. The pungent smell of blood hit their faces. The room before him was crisscrossed with rays of light, a dreadful facsimile of hell. As for Mr. Luna, he was like prey being dragged into the underworld. As his eyes adjusted to the lighting in the room, his face was pale with fear. Sinclair sat on the couch with his long legs crossed, his handsome features hidden in shadow. His slender fingers held a cigar, from which ash-colored smoke spiraled out. His actions were noble and elegant, a truly pleasing sight. Of course. That impression would depend on ignoring the mangled, bloodied bodies piled up nearby, their lives hanging in the balance. And the dried pools of blood across the floor. With just a glance, Mr. Luna recognized them. Among these people were the spies he had stationed around the Luther residence. A shiver ran down his spine, churning the pit of his stomach. If the spies had been captured long ago, then how were the tracks of Sinclair sent back? In just an instant, Mr. Luna pieced together the situation. From the start, he and the Luna Family were nothing more than prey toyed with in the palm of Sinclair. "What’s the matter?" Sinclair slowly raised his eyes and looked at Mr. Luna, his thin lips curving up slightly. "Do you know them?" "No," Mr. Luna repeatedly shook his head in denial. "I don’t know them." "It seems, Mr. Luna’s memory is not so good," Sinclair hooked his lips, looking at Mr. Luna as if he was looking at a prey struggling in vain. "Ramsey, help him recall." "Yes," Ramsey picked up a dagger and walked in front of Mr. Luna, raising his hand to strike. "Ah!!" The dagger gleaming with a cold light deeply pierced Mr. Luna’s shoulder, the intense pain made him cry out unwillingly. "If you make noise again," Sinclair spoke calmly. "Cut off his tongue as well." Upon hearing this, Mr. Luna trembled with fear, biting his lip to stifle the wail. Cold sweat soaked his clothes completely. "Speak up," Sinclair’s deep eyes stared at Mr. Luna is like a frozen pool, devoid of any warmth. "Who ordered you to target the Luther Family? Or more precisely, target me?" Hearing Sinclair’s piercing question, Mr. Luna’s lips trembled as he was about to speak. "I advise you," Sinclair, while nonchalantly tossing a knife in his hand, looked at him with frost in his attractive eyes. "Think your answers through carefully." "I," Mr. Luna recognized the severity of the situation, realizing that self-deceit wouldn’t help anymore, he gritted his teeth against the pain and knelt down. "I don’t know who he is." Sinclair lifted his gaze coldly. The instant their gazes met, Mr. Luna felt an icy chill cut through his bones. "I really have no idea, that person always contacts me through a mobile number from S City...." He detailed everything from start to finish nervously. "I was so upset about my child that I was manipulated by that person into taking action against you. I was wrong, I really was." "You really were wrong," Sinclair leaned back leisurely on the sofa and laughed lightly, his handsome face looking even more distinct. "But what you did wrong was not launching an attack on me, but being too naive," His eyes narrowed slightly. "Do you think, if I were the one to lash out at the Luna Family, would I give you room to fight back?" What? Astonished, Mr. Luna’s eyes widened. The more fearful he was, the clearer his mind seemed to work. Wasn’t it Sinclair who had attacked the Luna Family before? A sense of despair filled Mr. Luna’s eyes. If it was true, then were the Luna Family merely pawns used to fight against Sinclair from beginning to end? At this point, Mr. Luna regretted his actions to the point of feeling sick to his stomach. "Mr. Luther, Mr. Luther," He kowtowed to Sinclair with terror written all over his face. "It was him who manipulated me, please spare me." Tears and snot ran down his face, and his fear-stricken expression made him look pitiable. "Spare you?" Sinclair’s lips curled into a smile, a mocking smirk that looked down upon all living beings. "When you made your move, did you ever consider sparing me?" Before Mr. Luna had a chance to speak, he spoke again. "Crush his limbs and throw him into the snake pit." Crush his limbs and throw them into a snake pit? Mr. Luna’s eyes were almost bulging, the vitality in his eyes completely dimmed. "No, no," He watched the man before him, whose expression was indifferent like a deity. The grey color in his eyes had suddenly turned into torrential hatred. "Sinclair, your mother abandoned you and committed suicide, your biological father abandoned you and started a new family," Mr. Luna’s expression was fierce. "Do you know why that is?" His hoarse voice echoed in the large basement, like a vicious curse. "Because monsters like you, with violence and blood in your bones, are not worthy of being loved from birth." Rather than being tortured to death, it would be better to provoke Sinclair and die quickly. Damn it!! Mr. Luna went mad, daring to touch Sinclair?! Full of shock and anger, Ramsey raised his foot to stop Mr. Luna. However, he halted as soon as he took a step. Sinclair’s slender and fair hand was strangling Mr. Luna’s neck, his handsome face donning a chilling smile. "A ruthless and brutal monster, you say? Since you’ve described me as such, I wouldn’t dare disappoint you." His narrow gaze squinted slightly. "Ramsey, break his bones to pieces inch by inch, make him a human swine, and send him to underground facilities in Manchester city for public viewing." "Yes," Ramsey nodded. From the moment Mr. Luna uttered those words, his fate was sealed. His face was undeniably handsome, his smile clearly present, yet Mr. Luna found him more terrifying than a devil. He felt as if his blood had completely frozen. "Also," Sinclair, wearing a smile on the corner of his mouth, gently said to Mr. Luna. "Your four sons." Hearing Sinclair mention this, Mr. Luna, with a face as gray as death, began to struggle desperately again. Sinclair raised an eyebrow, the smile on his face deepening. "So, you’re saying they’re innocent and I shouldn’t have laid a hand on them?" Mr. Luna vigorously nodded. "By rights, yes, the innocent should not be implicated." Sinclair’s expression grew increasingly tepid, but his intense dark eyes were churning with gloominess. "Unfortunately, as a bloodthirsty and brutal monster, I don’t need to adhere to any moral values." Mr. Luna’s eyes turned blood-red, and his entire body seemed to have been frozen still. "Don’t worry, I won’t kill them." Sinclair leisurely released his grip and slowly rose up, overlooking the despair and fear written all over Mr. Luna’s face. "They might not be the boss of the Luna Family anymore, but they can still be the boss somewhere else." By now, Mr. Luna’s body had turned completely stiff, and each pore on his skin was trembling. He was in the wrong. He should not have provoked a demon. Sinclair reached for the handkerchief he always carried with him, leisurely wiping his fingers that had just come in contact with Mr. Luna. His narrow eyes slightly squinted as he walked towards the exit. After spending too much time in the dark and filthy basement, he yearned for the clear sunlight outside.