At the same time.
In a discreetly luxurious office in the capital, a strikingly handsome man in a white suit stood by the window, smoking.
His beautiful eyes were filled with an uncharacteristic, bone-chilling coldness.
"Sir," the man behind him said with a respectful nod.
"President Luther has left."
"Understood."
Calvin exhaled a plume of smoke, his strikingly handsome face etched with icy solemnity.
"Mr. Calvin."
Alec studied the man's broad back before speaking in a low voice.
"Should I contact Mrs. Luther now?"
"No need."
Calvin turned and settled back into his office chair, his captivating peach-blossom eyes narrowing slightly as he replied in a measured tone.
"You're underestimating Sinclair's control over the Luther Family.
The moment we reach out to Camilla, his call will likely come through."
He lowered his gaze and stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray with deliberate pressure.
"We'll need to find the right timing—"
