Chapter 8: What ever Jonathan Luther Dislikes I like

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Chapter 8: What ever Jonathan Luther Dislikes I like "Sir and that," Ramsey spoke solemnly. "Your dad and step mom went to see the old man this afternoon." The man was seated on a leather sofa, a noticeable cigar clamped between his knotted fingers. "Oh?" A thin stream of smoke rose lazily, obscuring his handsome and noble face, making it somewhat hazy. "About the marriage?" His voice was icy cold, carrying a hint of hoarseness and unspeakable attractiveness. "Yes," Ramsey nodded. "Sir, he disagreed with your arranged marriage with Miss Rodriguez." He truthfully relayed to Sinclair the conversation between the two of them and the old Mr. Luther. "A woman not fit to be seen in public?" Sinclair's lip curled up, a smile full of mockery filled his long, slim, ink-black eyes. "Isn't that a better description of that woman, Margaret?" Ramsey lowers his head, not daring to respond. After a few seconds of silence, he changes the subject. "Miss Rodriguez has arrived at the old mansion. Your Grandpa wants you to return." He's saying this, but Ramsey knows, according to his boss's indifferent attitude toward marriage, he wouldn't care about this. "Alright," Sinclair extinguishes his cigar in the ashtray, his mouth curls into a slight cool smirk. "Let's go." With that, he slowly gets up and walks out with long strides. "I understand, just say you're busy, the old master won't... huh?" Ramsey has already prepared his response, but he suddenly stops mid-sentence, realizing. "What did you say?" "Let's go." Sinclair does not care about Ramsey's surprise, stands up, and walks out with long strides. "Whatever Jonathan Luther dislikes, I like." Though he was smiling, there wasn't the slightest hint of amusement reflected in his narrow, dark eyes, and the aura around him gradually became more frigid. Further. He was curious to see what had become of the little crybaby who always liked to hide in the shadows and wipe away her tears in secret all those years ago. Luther Residence. "Madam," Uncle Carlos respectfully smiled. "Grandpa is waiting for you in the living room, let me escort you." Camilla nodded her head. As she followed behind Uncle Carlos, her beautiful eyes took in the familiar surroundings. In her past life, she would come to the old house for solace whenever Sinclair's obsessive love and possessiveness left her gasping for breath. After all, this was the only place Sinclair couldn't prevent her from going. Besides, toward the caring and genuinely doting elder, Grandfather, she felt nothing but genuine respect and fondness. Therefore, she was familiar with everything at the Luther residence. Being reborn and seeing these views again brought a mix of emotions she was unable to quell. Little did Camilla know, as she was glancing around the Luther residence, quite a few people were surveying her as well. "Is this woman the Sinclair's new wife?" A gardener pruning the branches, recovering from the breathtaking beauty of the woman. "She's even more beautiful than the current popular actresses!!" "What good is just being pretty?" His female companion watering plants nearby glances around and whispers. "It's said that Miss Rodriguez's parents passed away, and the grandfather who has an arranged marriage with our old man disappeared seven years ago. She was living alone at a relative's house with such a background..." She lowers her voice. "Mr. Jonathan Luther and Mrs. Margaret completely disagrees, and Mr. Sinclair hasn't given his stance yet." "That's right, I've heard about it too," Another maid murmurs quietly. "To be honest, I would prefer Miss Porter to be our Mrs. Luther." "Who wouldn't agree? Miss Porter rushed over just now, probably because of this matter..." Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by a stern female voice. "What's going on?" Aunt Naomi, holding a tea tray, walks out from behind them, her expression severe and stern. "Are the rules of the Luther Family such that you can freely discuss the affairs of your masters?" "Naomi... Naomi Auntie...." Upon seeing who had arrived, the few people who were openly discussing earlier instantly paled in fear. "The Luther Family does not need garrulous servants. Go pack your things, I'll arrange for someone to show you out." With these words yet to settle, Aunt Naomi walked towards the living room with her tea, not giving them the chance to respond. Inside the living room. "Grandpa," Uncle Carlos was the first to enter. Upon seeing the slim figure beside the Grandpa, he paused, quickly regaining his usual composure. "Miss Porter." While speaking, he turned his gaze back towards Grandpa." The Mrs. Luther has arrived."

Chapter 8: What ever Jonathan Luther Dislikes I like

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