Chapter 75: The downfall of the Sanchez family

Chapter 75: The downfall of the Sanchez family "The products your company exports overseas are suspected of carrying illegal items," a stern-faced man pulled out his ID, gravely stating. "We have executed a court order, temporarily seizing the Sanchez Group," he turned his gaze towards Augustine, continuing succinctly. "We now need Augustine to come with us for investigation, let’s go." His words thunder in Victoria’s mind, leaving her frozen in shock, incapable of any reaction. Augustine’s eyes widened momentarily before narrowing quickly, his face pallid beyond description. "My friend, our Sanchez Corporation has always abided by the law; there must be some kind of misunderstanding." "Whether it’s a misunderstanding or not will be clear after the investigation," the man, with a stern expression, grabbed Augustine’s hand and led him towards the exit. "Don’t delay any longer, let’s go." This event happened so abruptly, giving him no chance to prepare. Augustine is petrified, his lips trembling, yet incapable of forming words, his mind in chaos. "Augustine!!!" When Victoria realized what was happening, she immediately went to pull at Augustine. "My friend, you must have made a mistake, my husband knows nothing, you can’t take him away." "If you don’t let go, that’s obstruction of public duties," the man with a stern expression frowned. "We will take you away too." At his words, Victoria quickly let go. "Augustine, I’ll get you the best lawyer. You’ll be released soon," even though she was worried, she can’t risk herself too. Augustine didn’t speak a word, not even giving Victoria an extra glance, his mind spinning rapidly. Sirens gradually faded. Victoria felt like she lost her backbone, her body swaying in the spot before it collapsed on the couch, her face in full tears. "What should I do? What should I do now?" The butler also looked completely clueless. "That’s right, Clara!" In this situation now, her daughter Clara could be the only one who stood by her side to find a solution. Victoria hurriedly took out her mobile phone and dialed Clara. The call went straight to voicemail. "Where did this girl go at such a critical moment?!" Victoria felt completely desperate. Luther residence, basement. A variety of knives hung on the walls of the spacious room. The sharp blade, under the reflection of the light, seemed even more chilling. Camilla, holding a dagger the size of her palm, was studying it with interest. "Madam," Ramsey dropped an unconscious woman on the floor. "We’ve brought her here." "Tie her up," Camilla instructed without turning her head. "Remember, use the shackles I picked out for her." "Yes," Ramsey waved his hand behind him. Two mercenaries stepped forward, snapping shackles around Clara’s wrists and ankles, binding her up. Perhaps due to the heavy-handedness previously used, Clara did not react to this rough treatment. Camilla walked in front of Clara, her red lips slightly curving upward in a smirk. "Bring a bucket of icy water to wake her up. Sleeping too much is bad for her health." "Yes," The mercenaries quickly returned with a bucket filled with icy water and poured it over Clara’s head. Splash. The bone-chilling cold of the icy water made Clara’s body shiver as she opened her eyes, her face fraught with pain. "So cold, what...what’s going on?!" As she finally got a clear look at the beautiful woman in front of her, clad in a white linen dress, her pupils suddenly shrank, and her expression turned panic-stricken. "Camilla?!" "It’s me," Camilla looked at Clara, her red lips slightly curving up. "So, are you surprised?" "Where am I?" "Why am I here?" "What do you want to do?" Clara just moved, the iron chains rattled. Sharp pain was felt at the wrist and ankle, as if she was being torn apart. "Hiss!" Clara inhaled sharply, only now did she see the situation she was in clearly, her face exhibited an expression of horror. The things before she became unconscious came flooding back in her mind. Her car had just left the sight of the Sanchez’s villa when it was hit by an off-road vehicle that came out of nowhere. Bang, her head hit the airbag, and she instantly lost consciousness. That off-road vehicle, unbelievably, belonged to Camilla’s crew. Clara shivered, unsure whether it was from the cold or fear. Could it be that the kidnapping of Tiffany has been discovered?! "So many questions," she murmured, "which one should I answer first?" Camilla, engrossed in the palm-sized dagger she twirled in her hand, maintained an unyielding chilly demeanor despite her gentle gaze. "We shall start from the last question," she decided. As she spoke, she gracefully stood up and started approaching Clara. "You..." As she met Camilla’s emotionless beautiful eyes, Clara felt her body numbing with fear. "Don’t come any closer." She instinctively tried to retreat, but the pain from her hands and feet reminded her that it was an exercise in futility. "Don’t you want to know what I intend to do?" Camilla’s expression remained as sweet and gentle as always, yet her voice was permeated with bone-chilling coldness. "Let me tell you now." Before her words had fully echoed, she plunged the small dagger in her palm into Clara’s foot. The droplets of blood that splattered fell upon Camilla’s pure white dress, incredibly eye-catching. "Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah!!" A piercing pain instantly spread throughout her body, and Clara screamed in agony. "Camilla, have you gone mad?" "When you were thirteen, while I was cooking, you intentionally knocked the knife from the side, cutting my foot." Camilla pulled out the dagger, her smile growing brighter. "When you were fifteen, you asked me to teach you the Rodriguez family’s acupuncture technique. I refused, so you had me cornered in an alley, attempting to cripple my hand." She raised her hand, without any hesitation, and thrust the dagger into the center of Clara’s palm. "Ah, Ah, Ah!!" Clara’s eyes turned red from the intense pain, and her face twisted in an ugly manner. "Camilla, I was wrong, I know I was wrong..." Having lived for over twenty years, Clara was experiencing bone-aching pain for the first time. It felt as if she was falling apart. "Spare me, I apologize to you, I apologize." "This is too much for you to handle? But I haven’t finished yet," Camilla casually pulled out the dagger, her eyes crinkling into a smile. "At sixteen, you were jealous because the boy you liked confessed to me. You lied to me, saying I needed to retrieve something from the basement, and you locked me in there for three days and three nights." "In the end, it was a servant who accidentally stumbled upon me, who was already on the brink of death at that point." "No...I didn’t...I don’t know..." Clara had no idea what to say, all she could do was desperately shake her head in abject terror. "There are many incidents like this," Camilla’s slightly squinted beautiful eyes were seemingly smiling but emanated a bone-deep chill. "It’s you who made me realize that forbearance only invites further encroachment." She reached out to tuck Clara’s hair, which stuck to her cheeks, behind her ears, with a gentle expression. "So, now I’m going to settle all the past scores, one by one, with you." What was a melodious sweet voice to the ears, echoed like a dirge from hell in Clara’s. "No, please don’t, I beg you." Her widened eyes shook crazily, her terror-engulfed soul seemed on the brink of shattering. "I was wrong, I am not human, can I kneel and apologize to you, will that be acceptable?" No one noticed the tall and upright figure standing outside the door. Mobile phone? Calvin raised his eyebrows slightly and stepped out of the car. Just as he was about to leave, something suddenly occurred to him. His phone; he had left it on the bedside table when he brought that woman to the bed. He hadn’t brought it with him. A helpless smile flickered across Calvin’s handsome face. He also had such forgetful moments. Never mind, it’s worth another trip. Calvin turned around and got back into the car. The black Porsche then started, slowly driving away. What Calvin didn’t know was. As long as he slightly lifted his head when he turned around, he would see the man at the upstairs window. The face, which was full of remorse and guilt just a moment ago, has now become dark and mysterious. "Sir," Uncle Joe frowned, a question written on his face. "Calvin’s attitude, clearly favors Sinclair," His voice sinks a bit. "Will he agree to take you to Luther’s residence?" Ever since returning to the capital, his heart has been held in suspense. "He probably would," Michael looks in the direction of Calvin’s departing carriage, his lips curling up slightly. "But with matters of the heart, who can ever be certain," He toyed with the beads in his hand, his voice a monotone, expressing neither joy nor anger. "Since we chose to come back, there’s no turning back. We’ll have to take one step at a time." "Yes," Uncle Joe nods then cautiously adds. "I’ve sent men to arrange defensive measures around the area, just in case." Michael doesn’t answer, instead, his slender figure seems to blend into the shadows. "Sinclair, we should be meeting very soon." In his cold, low murmur, there’s an undercurrent of twisted affection. Inside the hospital. "Sir," The duty nurse on the same floor brightened up as she saw the handsome man heading towards the VIP ward, and she immediately spoke up. "Are you here to pick up the dropped cell phone?" It’s not that she had a good memory. It was just that this man was too outstanding in his appearance, making him hard to forget. Calvin stopped in his tracks and cast a cold gaze towards her. "How do you know?" "Ah, didn’t your girlfriend tell you?" A look of confusion appeared on the nurse’s face. "Before she was transferred, she specifically handed the phone over here, asking me to return it to you when you come." While speaking, she handed over the black cell phone. Calvin automatically ignored the term ’girlfriend’ from the nurse’s mouth, took over the cell phone, and gently asked. "She’s been transferred?" Click, click. Unaware of anything, it seemed a disagreement had occurred. "In the afternoon, Miss Tiffany’s friend came to the hospital to help her with the admissions process," said the nurse, hiding her inner critique behind a neutral face. "If you want to know which hospital she transferred to, I can check for you at the reception desk downstairs." "No need, thank you." Calvin turned around, heading for the elevator. If that woman chose to transfer, it had nothing to do with him anymore. This issue was resolved unexpectedly easily. As the last strand of light slowly dissipated across the horizon, darkness shrouded the vast land once again. At this moment. Outside the basement of the Luther Mansion. She was having such a hard time living in the Sanchez family. The words of Camilla prickled like countless silver needles, densely stabbing the man’s heart. It seemed that the punishment for the Sanchez family was still too lenient. Sinclair stood in the shadows with squinted eyes, devoid of any light. The violence and slaughter hidden deep within his heart repeatedly assaulted his sanity. The chilling aura emanating from him gave off a sense of pulling everything nearby into the abyss.