Chapter 70: It’s my Turn to be on top

Chapter 70: It’s my Turn to be on top #Luna’s Bankruptcy# The hot headline froze Clara on the spot. How could this happen?! This must be fake! She grabbed the remote and flipped through other channels. #Luna’s business empire crashes, fortune of billions becomes debt# #Mr. Luna and his family escape with money# However, all the hot topics were dominated by the Luna Family. "How is this possible?!" Clara fell onto the couch, her intricate makeup unable to hide her pale countenance. "How could such a thing happen?" She had finally managed to climb up to the Luna Family. Finally reaching the brink of becoming a bona fide high society lady, truly becoming a person above others. Everything was just a step away. All of it turned into nothing within a mere day?! Clara now feels like she’s fallen from the sky down into a pit, a feeling of utter unreality. "Such a grand scheme, few families in the entire city can manage." Augustine, looking at the screen, spoke with a gloomy expression. "Among them, the Luther Family is the most likely." As he said this, his eyes grew deeper and his voice colder. "After all, the grudges between the Luther and Luna families, if others don’t know, we know." Luther Family? Upon hearing this, Clara snapped back to reality. "I was about to become the wealthy madam of the Luna Family, and the Sanchez family would also rise." "I will have Mrs. Luna took me to Grandpa Luther’s birthday feast, and I can’t guarantee what will happen then. ... Clara recalled her previous words spoken to Camilla at Luther Mansion, and her eyes widened in shock. "It’s Camilla!!" Clenching her fists tightly, she was so caught in her anger that she didn’t even feel her nails digging into her palm. Her eyes were filled with hatred. "It’s definitely this little bitch, she destroyed Luna’s family just to cut off our Sanchez’s path upward." "What a shameless ingrate, just like her mother," Victoria agreed indignantly. "If I had known, I would have gotten rid of her when she was a kid. There won’t be so many troubles now." Augustine remained silent, his eyes furrowed in a mix of anger and consternation. "No, I can’t swallow this insult," Clara abruptly rose from the couch, ready to storm out. "I am going to kill this little bitch right now!!" "Clara, don’t be impulsive!!" Victoria quickly got up, holding onto Clara’s arm. "The Luther’s are unreasonable people, have you forgotten already?!" "What should we do?!" Clara was trembling with anger, she gritted her teeth and said, "This little bitch has acted against Luna’s family today, tomorrow she could make our Sanchez family disappear. Do we just let her bully us like this?" Her eyes were filled with fierce determination, an evil spark flickering within. "No way, I must think of a way to deal with her. I can’t let her get away with this!!" Two hours later. The rosy-faced Camilla was carried out of the changing room by Sinclair. She looked alluring and weary, as if she did not even want to move a finger. Seeing how the man was still composed as if nothing happened, Camilla could not help but grit her teeth in frustration. It was so unfair!! "What is it?" Sinclair caught his wife’s gaze and curved his lips. "Weren’t you satisfied just now?" "Stop talking nonsense," Camilla extended her hand to hit Sinclair lightly, cutely resenting him. "We have been there for so long. Steve and the others will surely notice my appearance and guess something happened. What should I do?" The more she thought about this, the less she wanted to go out. So that was what she was worrying about. "Don’t worry," Sinclair’s demeanor was mild. "If Ramsey lacks discernment, he will no longer serve as my assistant." "What does that mean?" Camilla’s beautiful eyes blinked. Sinclair didn’t provide an answer, rather, he stretched out his hand to open the door. There was no one outside. "Did Ramsey take everyone away?" "Yes," Sinclair held Camilla, stepping into the elevator. Just as Camilla dropped her anxiety, she suddenly thought about the situation in the fitting room. "What about the fitting room..." "I will arrange for someone to clean it up," Sinclair’s lip curled up a bit. "This room will also be purchased exclusively for your use." Only then did Camilla genuinely feel relieved, snuggling in Sinclair’s embrace. Incidentally, a pair of eyes was watching them from a dark area. Indeed, money can do anything. Damn it!! Staring at the two figures walking away, Sandra’s fingernails sank deep into her palm. She came to UNIQUE today, hoping that Steven would design her a dress even more luxurious and dazzling than Camilla’s before the Luther Family banquet. However, she didn’t expect to encounter Sinclair accompanying Camilla for dress fitting. And then, he even blatantly held Camilla and seated her in his car. Just thinking about the tenderness on Sinclair’s face and the smile at the corner of his mouth, made Sandra’s heart feel like it was roasting on fire, about to explode. "It’s me," Picking up the phone, she dialed a number. "You may begin the work that I once asked you to do." "Yes," A deep male voice responded from the other side of the phone "But miss, if Grandpa gets to know about this..." "What is there to fear?" Sandra watched the Maybach gradually drive away. Her beautiful eyes were hardened like she had just been poisoned. "If Grandfather finds out, I’ll shoulder all the consequences." "Yes," The man on the other end of the phone echoed, daring not to utter another word. Bang! Sandra ended the call and flung her phone aside harshly. Her eyes were filled with cold ruthlessness. It was getting late. All women who coveted Sinclair never ended well. You’re not the first one, and you’re certainly not the last one!! -- In the study of the Luther Mansion, "President Luther," Ramsey relayed the information he had discovered. "Just as you predicted, Sir, has been getting very close to a few Luther’s collateral families in San Francisco recently. Clearly, he’s paving the way for Mr. Tyler who has just returned to the country." Of course, Ramsey didn’t dare to utter the last part of his explanation. "Heh," Sinclair sat on the sofa with a faint smirk, his handsome face unreadable. "Jonathan is finally acting like a qualified father at this moment." His indifferent tone, however, emitted a bone-chilling cold that made one’s hair stand on end. Ramsey lowered his head, struggling to ignore the heavy pressure on his shoulder. "Pass the word," Sinclair took a deep drag from the cigarette in his hand, his slender, narrowed eyes slightly squinting. "Any family that has covertly approached Jonathan will be removed from the guest list of tomorrow’s birthday banquet." Without his permission, That father and son pair would not be able to take anything from the Luther Family. "Yes," Ramsey instantaneously understood. This slap in the face, on the surface, was aimed at the unstable affiliates of the Luther Family. In reality, however, it was a hard slap on both Mr. Jonathan and Tyler’s faces. "For over twenty years, that missing nurse," A pale gray smoke gently rose, obscuring Sinclair’s face. "No clues yet?" "Yes," Ramsey nodded, a perplexed expression on his face. "I will dispatch more people again. We’ll find clues as soon as possible." When his late mother committed suicide by cutting her wrists, no one noticed that one of the nurses who had been looking after her at the Luther Family home was missing. By the time grandpa Luther had finished comforting the young Sinclair and sent people to search, That person seemed to have evaporated from the world, completely losing all traces. This matter had become a vexing riddle in Sinclair’s heart. Over the years, he had never given up the search. "Hmm," Sinclair’s face remained impassive, obviously he had anticipated this outcome. "You may leave." Ramsey nodded, silently retreated. In the study, only Sinclair remained. The air suddenly plunged into profound silence. Sinclair stood by the window, looking out at the rich night outside. The spark between his fingers brightened and dimmed. The pale gray smoke spread out in rings, shrouding in front of Sinclair’s handsome eyebrows and eyes, but could not hide the coldness in his eyes. Inside the living room. "You mean," Camilla raises her eyebrows, her pretty eyes full of chill. "The one who secretly investigated Arlo’s is from the Porter family?!" "That’s right," Luke nods with certainty. "It indeed is someone from the Porter family, but I am still investigating who specifically issued the instructions." The Porter family. Arlo. There’s no way these two entities can be linked. But, if we add her and Fany, it would be a different story. Could it be possible that the despicable figure behind Arlo causing the death of Fany in their past life really be Sandra? Camilla’s attractive eyes slightly squinted, the bottom of her eyes revealing a bone-chilling coldness. "I see, continue keeping a close watch on Arlo," Camilla’s tone was cold. "Also, send a few more men to keep watch on Sandra." Open attacks are easy to dodge, but sneak attacks are hard to fend off. Regardless of what it was, she didn’t want to be a passive party. "Yes," Luke took the order and retreated. At this moment, Ramsey just came down from upstairs. "Is my husband done with his work?" Ramsey shook his head, then nodded. Camilla furrowed her brows. "What does that mean?" "Madam," After a moment of thought, Ramsey decided to speak. "Mr. Sinclair is in a bit of a bad mood." In the past, there was no other option. "But now, there is a woman by President Luther’s side." "Is my husband feeling down?" Camilla let go of the matters concerning the Porter family for now. "I’ll go and see." Speaking, she headed towards the study. Sinclair did not show any emotions in front of Camilla, his expression was still warm. Camilla didn’t force him either. Soon, the two of them appeared in the dining room. "Sweetheart," Camilla sat up from Sinclair’s arms, smiling and asked. "The day after tomorrow is Grandpa’s birthday banquet, is there anything that you need me to do?" In her previous life, she didn’t attend Grandpa Luther s birthday feast. One reason was that the injury on her head hasn’t fully recovered. Secondly, she simply didn’t want to step into, even somewhat resisting, a world that didn’t belong to her. But now, things are different. She stood upright and walked over to Sinclair, under the gaze of everyone present. "Yes," Sinclair leisurely stirred the spaghetti and the beauty in front of him, and his thin lips slightly opened. "Just stay by my side." While his tone remained indifferent, it seemed as if it held a deeper meaning. "Alright," Camilla curved her lips upwards, returning to his side. "Then I’ll always be with you." Her eyes sparkled with sweetness. "It’s not hot anymore," Sinclair’s lips curled up in an almost imperceptible smile, picking up the spoon and moving it towards Camilla’s lips. "Open your mouth." Camilla’s body was getting a bit too feeble. She started to plead tearfully even before anything had really happened. This wouldn’t do if things continued like this. Camilla obediently complied. When it came to feeding her, Sinclair always had a firm persistence, making her protests in vain. Moreover, she indeed had a tiring afternoon and was now extremely lazy. After finishing the blow of spaghetti, Sinclair’s slender, fair hand picked up the bottle of milk on the side. "Sweetheart, I am full, really full," In order to prove her truth, Camilla pulled Sinclair’s hand and placed it on her belly. "Don’t believe me? Feel for yourself." Sinclair looked down. His well-defined hand gently massaged her smooth, soft belly. His gaze became deep. All abstinence and self-control seemed insignificant in front of Camilla. "So, how is it Sweetheart," Before Sinclair could finish speaking, Camilla took the initiative to ask. "Do you feel it?" "Mmm," Sinclair lifted his eyes to look at Camilla. "Indeed, you are full." Just as Camilla was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the man’s deep voice continued to echo. "Now, it’s my turn."