"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.
