"What Sandra?"
Tyler's heart sank like a stone as he took in Camilla and the squad of mercenaries behind her.
"I was just resting here," he said through gritted teeth, forcing down the panic rising in his chest.
His voice was icy.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
He frowned, his expression hardening.
"More importantly, what are you doing barging into my room uninvited?"
"What am I doing?"
A cold smile curled Camilla's lips, her sweet voice laced with frost.
"Don't worry," she said softly.
"You'll find out soon enough."
Before Tyler could react, she turned to the mercenaries behind her.
"Tie him up."
"Yes, ma'am."
Two mercenaries stepped forward, ropes in hand, their faces grim as they advanced toward Tyler.
"How dare you?!" Tyler's face twisted in fury as he glared at the approaching men.
"I'm the second son of the Luther Family! You're just hired to help—" His words were abruptly cut off as a hand clamped over his mouth.
