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."