Chapter 73: Clara’s Sanchez plan backfire

Chapter 73: Clara’s Sanchez plan backfire Tap. Tap. He saw that Camilla’s footsteps suddenly stopped a few steps away from the trolley. Did this woman discover something? The man under the bed revealed a murderous look, slowly drawing the dagger hidden between his legs. Clearly, as soon as this woman shows any abnormality, he would act immediately. Fortunately, Camilla merely casually moved the trolley to the side, and then went to the front of the sickbed. "Fany." Seeing Tiffany’s leg wrapped in plaster, yet her face remained rosy, she let out a sigh of relief. "Wake up--" In the midst of speaking, Camilla rapidly took a look around the room, then withdrew her gaze. Hearing the voice, the groggy Tiffany slowly opened her eyes. "Camilla?" "It’s me," Camilla sits by the sickbed, her beautiful face carrying blame, but her voice remains gentle. "How could you not tell me about such a big accident?" To her, Tiffany felt more like family than the people from the Sanchez family. Throughout the past years, she had been there constantly for her, going from city to city searching for her grandfather’s whereabouts. It was this companionship that allowed her to hold on. "I didn’t want you to worry, that’s why..." Tiffany looks at her friend and gives her a pleasing smile. "Furthermore, they’re just superficial injuries, nothing serious at all." Saying this, a puzzled look crosses her petite and fair face. "Wait, Camilla, how did you know about my accident and that I was hospitalized?" Camilla pauses slightly. It wouldn’t be good to let Tiffany know. That she had anticipated the danger and had the Luther Family protect her? "The people from the Luther Family happened to see you get hospitalized in the hospital, and they told me right away." "Camilla casually made up an excuse. After all, Fany had been to the Luther Family before, and it wasn’t impossible that someone from the Luther Family might recognize her. "So that’s how it is," Tiffany, simple by nature, didn’t overthink it. "I almost forgot," Camilla gently said with a smirk. "When I was asking about the injury just now, the doctor said there are several more examinations that you haven’t done. He told me to take you down as soon as possible." "There’s more testing?" Tiffany, although reluctant to be tossed around, had no choice. "Alright then." Camilla rose, helping Tiffany to sit in the wheelchair next to the hospital bed. Then, she started pushing the wheelchair out of the room at a leisurely pace. Only the silver needle that was being tightly gripped in Camilla’s hand knew how tense she was at that moment. It seems that another opportunity would have to be found. Meanwhile, the man underneath the bed was staring at them intensely from behind." The door of the sickroom opened, then closed again. The sound of footsteps and the fading conversation of two people grew more distant until the corridor was silent once again. A few minutes later... A man crawled out from underneath the bed. After straightening his white lab coat, he started to push the cart out. Just as he opened the door... " BANG--" A tremendous force suddenly kicked the cart, catching him off guard and knocking him onto the floor. Damn it! He had been discovered!! The man didn’t have time to yell out in pain, and reaching for the hidden dagger on him, he tried to strike back. But Luke didn’t give him a chance, and delivered a heavy kick. "CLANG--" As the dagger was kicked away, Luke quickly bent his knees and pinned the man down. He then proceeded to tie him up securely with a rope. "Let go of me, who are you?" The man was still struggling desperately. "That question, should be mine to ask you." The door opened from the outside once again. A woman with an exquisitely beautiful face stepped in, her countenance cold as ice, and took a seat. The bound man’s pupils quivered slightly, realization hit him in an instant. This woman, she had noticed him from the start! All their previous actions, were nothing but a facade! "Do you want to know how I found out about you?" There was a chill on Camilla’s beautiful face. "Of course, it’s because you’re too stupid." Her tone was nonchalant, but the coldness in her eyes felt like falling into an ice cellar. "Using a pushcart as a cover, yet you didn’t realize that healthcare workers would never let their cart out of their sight." Camilla slightly raised her eyebrows. "And a more crucial point is, smoking is absolutely not allowed in VIP sick rooms." Camilla had followed her grandfather from a very young age and was able to identify various medicinal herbs, making her particularly sensitive to smells. Furthermore, She detested the smell of smoke, besides that which came from Sinclair. The former was pertaining to professional knowledge. But as for the smell of smoke... Luke purposefully leaned in and took a sniff. Only then did he notice that indeed, this man carried a faint aroma of tobacco. A trace of admiration involuntarily flashed in his eyes. The young lady’s sense of smell was extremely vigilant Was that really the reason?! The man pinned to the ground tightly pursed his lips, his heart brimming with uncontrollable panic. "Speak," As the ripples in Camilla’s eyes flowed, the chill around her intensified. "Who, exactly, sent you?" She dared not imagine. If she didn’t have people keep tabs on Fany, if she didn’t arrive in time. What kind of incident would have happened? Under Camilla’s gaze, the man involuntarily shuddered, avoiding her eyes. "I, I don’t understand what you’re saying." "You don’t understand?" A hint of cold laughter sketched on Camilla’s exquisitely icy face, and she took out the scalpel from the medical box, walking in front of the man and squatting down. "I have no patience to waste time here, playing word games with you." In the middle of her speech, she lifted her hand and plunged the small sharp scalpel into the gap in the man’s knee, subconsciously twisting it around. "Ah!!" The piercing pain caused the man to let out a mournful scream. The veins on his neck were on the verge of bursting, making him look extremely ferocious. "As a doctor, I have a fair understanding of the human skeleton, and I know where it hurts the most," Camilla drew out the knife with a calm expression and walked behind the man. "Now, it’s just right for you to have a go." In the midst of her speech, her scalpel accurately and cruelly stabbed into the man’s lumbar spine. "Ah!!" The man’s wails became more gut-wrenching, and his features started to distort. Luke was secretly astonished. No wonder Ramsey said that Mrs. Camilla wasn’t an ordinary woman. Camilla watched silently, with no trace of sympathy in her eyes. When these people dealt with her and her loved ones, they never thought of showing mercy. "If you’re still unwilling to confess," A soft, beautiful voice carried a bone-chilling coldness. "I’m going to let you watch as your bones are extracted, one by one. I guarantee that you won’t die until the last one has been pulled out." To watch as his own bones were pulled out one by one? The man’s eyes bulged out, nearly protruding from his sockets. Pain threatened to drown out his rationality, yet he struggled to hold onto it. Camilla’s dazzlingly beautiful face appeared more terrifying to him than a demon. "I... I’ll talk." Camilla’s almond-shaped eyes are slightly narrowed. "It’s... it’s Miss Clara from the Sanchez family." The man said, his voice trembling. "She paid us to tie this woman up and transport her to S city. She said she would tell us what else to do at that time." Clara? Camilla instantly guessed her real intention; her almond-shaped eyes hardened slightly. This fool. She really didn’t take her warnings seriously. Well, if that’s how it is, she might as well make Clara the cape goat to the Sanchez family’s doom. "Call Clara," Camilla was cleaning the fresh blood off her hand, her tone cold. "Tell her, you’ve succeeded, and are now on your way to S city." The most satisfying thing would be to deliver a fatal blow to her when she thinks she has succeeded. "Yes, yes," The man’s voice trembled, cold sweat constantly falling from his face. "Remember, don’t give yourself away," Camilla sounded calm, but the chill in her eyes made one feel as if they had fallen into an icy cellar. "Or else, not only will you die, but everyone related to you; your family and friends. None of them will escape." Everyone has a soft spot. They could use it, and so could she. "I, I understand," The man’s body shook violently, his face turning directly from green to white. Luke understood and undid the man’s binds. Smack! Smack! The man first slapped himself hard twice, and only after feeling somewhat sober did he take out his cell phone, trembling as he dialed Clara’s number. Clara, anxiously waiting for news, saw the incoming call and immediately brightened up, pressing the answer button at once. "Miss Clara." The man tightened his grip on his fist, restraining tremble in his voice. Clara didn’t notice anything unusual; she was more concerned about the outcome. "Did you catch that woman named Tiffany?" The man’s gaze turned cold. "...Yes." The man lowered his voice and spoke slowly. "We are currently on our way to City S, and we will send the pictures to you later. Would Miss Clara please transfer the second half of the payment, as agreed before, to the previous account?" He tried to speak with as normal a tone as possible, his heart almost leaping out. He was terrified that Clara would sense something amiss, and his men would be out of luck. "Don’t worry, once I receive the pictures, I’ll go to the bank to transfer the money to you guys right away," "Clara’s voice is clearly tinged with irrepressible joy. "And another thing, this woman in your hands... you can have your way with her," she continued "But remember, do not kill her. I still have uses for her." She would willingly destroy others’ lives for her own selfish desires. A profound anger was brewing in Camilla’s deep gaze, almost palpable. "Luke, set up surveillance near the Sanchez’s residence. Arrest Clara the moment she steps out and brings her back to Luther’s residence right away," her tone was icy as she slowly instructed. "In addition, immediately move Fany to the hospital owned by the Luther Family. Her safety must be ensured." Suburbs, the villa. "Sir," Uncle Joe was staring towards the direction of the entrance, his brows furrowed "Do you think Calvin might not come?" "He will," Micheal toyed with the beads in his hand, the corner of his mouth curled in a light smile. "I understand him." Calvin was among them, the one most loyal and, at the same time, the softest hearted. That’s exactly why he sought him out. After all, soft-hearted people are the easiest to manipulate. "But it’s already been three hours....." Uncle Joe stared at Micheal, ready to say something else. "You see," He was interrupted by the man’s faint voice, filled with a subtle smile. "He’s here." Uncle Joe instantly raised his head, looking towards the entrance. A Porsche, its dark exterior underlines its exclusivity, slowly coming to a halt at the gate. The car door opened, and a handsome man in a silvery-gray suit stepped out. His tall figure moved gracefully under the sunshine, exuding an elegant and noble aura. "After five years," A low and gloomy voice spewed out from Micheal’s mouth, carrying indefinable implications. "You have indeed become much more remarkable." He glanced at his legs hidden under the blanket, shadows filling the depth of his narrow eyes.