Chapter 89: Calvin is a man without a heart

Chapter 89: Calvin is a man without a heart "Go ahead," Camilla’s slender, porcelain fingers tapped idly against the desk, her tone cool and detached. "What has Sandra done this time?" Though their interactions had been few, she saw right through her. Women like Sandra would stop at nothing to get what they wanted. Grandfather Luther’s birthday banquet was also the occasion where Camilla would make her formal debut as the madam of the Luther household. Such a perfect opportunity—Sandra wouldn’t just sit back and do nothing. Luke sensed the icy aura radiating from Camilla and felt a chill run down his spine. At this moment, the aura she exuded was eerily similar to that of President Luther. Was this what they called "like husband, like wife"?! Meeting Camilla’s composed yet piercing gaze, Luke immediately straightened up and relayed the intel he had gathered. "Hmm, a bit smarter than I expected," Camilla’s crimson lips curled slightly, her beautiful eyes laced with faint amusement. "Too bad—this trick won’t work for me." It seemed they had all forgotten what her true expertise was. "Have you caught the person who did it?" "We’ve got them," Luke replied, lowering his head. "How would you like to handle this?" He was beginning to realize that the madam wasn’t as delicate as she appeared. Just as Ramsey had said, all he needed to do was follow her instructions. "Keep them detained at the villa for now—no leaks," Camilla said, her beautiful eyes narrowing slightly. "I’ll let you know what to do when the time comes." She was going to make Sandra fall into her own trap and reap what she’d sown. "Understood," Luke nodded. "There’s one more thing. That Arlo you asked us to keep an eye on visiting Miss Tiffany at the hospital this afternoon." As he spoke, he placed his phone in front of Camilla. "This is the audio retrieved from the bug we planted in Arlo’s car." Arlo. Hearing that name, Camilla’s languidly beautiful eyes instantly turned frosty. Without hesitation, she pressed play, and a familiar male voice filled the room. "As long as Tiffany agrees to get back together, the rest of the money will be wired to my account immediately?" "Don’t worry, this woman has always been putty in my hands." "Not yet. She says she needs more time to think about it." "Got it. I’ll hurry it up." Though it was only Arlo’s side of the conversation, the implications were clear enough. "Track down whoever he’s talking to—fast," Camilla said, her voice icy. "Keep close surveillance on him. I want every move he makes monitored." Her delicate face remained expressionless, but her dark, liquid eyes were sharp as daggers, chilling to the bone. Once the birthday banquet matter was settled, Arlo would be next. A hidden threat was like a ticking time bomb—the sooner it was dealt with, the better. "Understood," Luke gave a slight nod. Meanwhile, in a room not far away... " It seems," a man’s voice cut through the air, his eyes swirling with an icy ruthlessness so oppressive it felt suffocating. "The Porter family has been enjoying too much peace." Though the words were simple, they sent a chill down Ramsey’s spine. He couldn’t help but mourn silently for the Porter family—three seconds of pity. Little did they know what devastation awaited them, all because of Sandra’s reckless whim. "President Luther," Ramsey ventured cautiously, his expression deferential. "Should we have our people take action against Miss Sandra?" "No. Keep watching for now," Sinclair replied, his strikingly handsome face devoid of warmth, an aura of terrifying menace radiating from him. "Let Camilla have her fun first. We’ll step in when she’s done." "Yes," Ramsey gave a slight nod. "Have they," Sinclair lifted his teacup, his thin lips barely touching the rim, "set off?" Them? Though the statement seemed abrupt and cryptic, Ramsey immediately grasped its meaning when he caught the icy glint in Sinclair’s eyes. "Just as you anticipated," Ramsey responded in a low voice. "After receiving basic blood transfusions and bandaging, Mr. Jonathan and his party left the hospital. They’re currently en route to the banquet." He stole a glance at Sinclair, whose expression remained unreadable, then continued, "Our people have been discreetly monitoring them. We can intervene at any moment." "Let them be." Sinclair slowly closed his commanding eyes, his demeanor calm and indifferent. "Dismissed." A flicker of surprise crossed Ramsey’s face, but he knew the CEO’s decisions always served a purpose. "Yes, sir!" Tyler’s leg injury was merely superficial. After scheming for so long, Margaret would never willingly forfeit this opportunity for Tyler to make an appearance before the Wealthy families. Sinclair closed his eyes, the corners of his thin lips curling into a faint, enigmatic smile. *Good. They’re here.* Some performances required their participation. --- Meanwhile, inside the glittering banquet hall. "The Taylor family heir—Taylor!" "He’s exactly my type—handsome, refined, and so gentle." "Who wouldn’t agree? Pity about his health, though. Marry him, and you might end up a widow before long." "Being a Taylor widow isn’t easy either. With only him and his sister left in the main family branch, the relatives are circling like vultures. If anything happens to him, the Taylor empire will drown in blood and chaos." ... When heiress discussed marriage, strategic advantage always came first. "An urgent matter at the company delayed me." Taylor took a glass from a passing waiter, his warm smile as soothing as a spring breeze as he turned to Calvin. "At least we arrived before Chairman Porter. Not too late, then." In high society, even the order of arrival carried weight. The higher one’s status, the later they make their entrance. Aside from the Luther Family, the only person in the capital who could rank after Calvin and Taylor was Grandpa Porter. To be precise, the Porter family had been on a steady decline in recent years, their current influence and standing no match for the rising prominence of Calvin and Taylor families. Still, out of respect for the elder, both Taylor and Calvin had to show him some courtesy—which was why they arrived before him. Calvin smirked but said nothing. Meanwhile, Taylor, standing beside her brother, wasn’t paying the slightest attention to his words. Her focus was entirely fixed on the pair across from them. Calvin stood tall and poised, his strikingly handsome features softened by a faint smile, making him look all the more dangerously alluring. Aria, nestled against him with his arm around her waist, smiled sweetly, her beauty radiant and captivating. Together, they made an undeniably perfect match. Calvin was never without a woman by his side—Melissa was used to it by now. Yet, she couldn’t help gritting her teeth in secret. "Calvin," she called out, cutting short their pleasantries, her fair and delicate face openly sulky. "How come you only greet my brother and not me?" Being a woman herself, Aria instantly picked up on Melissa’s feelings for Calvin. A knowing smile deepened at the corners of her lips—she wasn’t the least bit surprised. "Of course not," Calvin turned his gaze toward Melissa, his peach-blossom eyes still brimming with lazy amusement. "With Melissa looking so stunning tonight, it’d be impossible for me not to notice." Stunning? Hearing Calvin’s compliment, the anger on Melissa’s face vanished in an instant. Before she could even respond, the man spoke again. "Let me introduce you," Calvin wrapped an arm around Aria’s waist, his tone light and charming. "This is President Taylor and his sister, Miss Melissa. And this is Aria, my date for tonight’s banquet." With just that simple sentence, he effortlessly drew a line between himself and Melissa. A flicker of understanding passed through Aria’s beautiful eyes. As expected—Calvin was a man without a heart. He treated everyone the same.