For Camilla's convenience, Sinclair switched the call to speakerphone without hesitation.
Ramsey's voice filled the private room.
Taylor, his long legs crossed, lounged in a single-seater sofa, a glint of amusement flickering in his eyes.
Seemed like an intriguing show was about to unfold—one he hadn't been clued in on.
Camilla rested her head lazily against her hand, a faint smile playing on her lips.
But a closer look would reveal the chilling depth in her clear, bright eyes—devoid of any warmth.
"Once they're caught," Sinclair said, his expression unreadable, calm as still water, "proceed as planned."
Reciprocation is only polite. Antonio had already sent his "gift."
It was only right that the Mega family received theirs in return.
Ramsey understood the unspoken command in his boss's words and responded firmly, "Understood, President Luther."
Meanwhile, elsewhere—
