Sinclair Luther is out on a business trip

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."