"Remember," Luna's icy gaze remained fixed on Camilla through the digital screen, her voice dripping with frost.
"I want results before the banquet ends."
A sudden thought made her brows furrow.
"Wait—what about that man named Sinclair?"
At her words, Easton's nodding gesture froze mid-motion.
Something was definitely off.
Given how fiercely protective Sinclair was of his wife, it made no sense for her to attend alone in unfamiliar territory.
"I'll send someone to investigate immediately." "Wherever that man is, I want eyes on him at all times."
Luna averted her gaze, her expression darkening like gathering storm clouds.
"I won't tolerate any surprises."
"Understood."
Easton gave a solemn nod, his posture stiffening with resolve.
If it were an ordinary man, killing him wouldn't matter much.
But this was Sinclair—he had to tread with extreme caution.
The same caution applied when dealing with Camilla.
