CHAPTER 388: ANTONIO’S PHONE CALL

**Luther Family Manor**

Ramsey briefly recounted the swirling rumors in the capital to Sinclair and Camilla.

"Not close?"

Camilla nodded obediently.

At last, the phone beside her rang.

"Mrs. Camilla" Uncle Carlos followed Camilla out after she finished taking Grandpa’s pulse, his face etched with worry.

"Sweetheart, you take care too."

"I promise I’ll bring Tiffany back safely," he murmured, his long, elegant fingers tracing the delicate curve of her neck.

"Right next to San Francisco University?"

Otherwise, I can’t guarantee what might happen to Tiffany."

Camilla understood his concern and soothed him with a gentle kiss.

"Did you prepare what I asked for earlier?"

"How is Grandpa’s condition?"

"Madam," Luke strode in briskly. Camilla looked up at him.

The rest, he’ll investigate himself."

That is, if one could ignore the chilling aura radiating from her.

"Rest assured, madam.

Then, you’ll be told what to do next."

His gaze flickered toward Camilla’s direction before he added considerately, "I’ll wait for you in the car."

I’ll prepare the car right away."

A few minutes later, Camilla descended the stairs.

"If Antonio arranged it this way, he’s already prepared for every contingency.

Just then, the phone still clutched in her hand vibrated twice.

"Don’t worry, I won’t be in danger.

His body has only just begun to recover, and he can’t endure any more strain."

At best, he’ll only half-believe what you say.

So why bother pretending?

Sinclair rose without hesitation, strode to Camilla’s side, and pulled her into his arms before settling into the seat she had just vacated.

Sinclair kissed her cheek, his voice low and restrained.

We managed to track down an approximate location," Luke replied in a low, steady voice, fully aware of what Camilla was asking.

"We’ve already sent the information to President Luther."

"Grandfather is deeply troubled by Jonathan’s actions—it’s weighing on his heart," Camilla replied, her brows furrowed and her expression icy.

You must ensure he takes them on time," Camilla said, her eyes narrowing slightly, her voice calm and steady.

"We were never that close to begin with."

I’ll see to it."

His eyes narrowed slightly, his tone slow and deceptively gentle—yet threaded with unmistakable menace.

Luke understood instantly.

I would never allow any unforeseen circumstances to arise.

A low, amused chuckle drifted through the receiver.

The moment the call connected, Luke received the alert and immediately mobilized his team to trace the signal.

Calvin gave a solemn nod.

Understood?"

"Antonio Mega?"

The line fell silent for a moment.

Camilla nodded slowly in understanding.

The Luther Family ancestral home.

Of everyone affected by Jonathan’s actions, Grandpa Luther had suffered the most.

"If mere acquaintance counts as familiarity, then I must have more ’friends’ than I can count," Camilla’s voice was icy, laced with unmistakable mockery and disdain.

"No need," Camilla shook her head, her expression icy.

Luke never expected that this man named Antonio would choose a location so close to the bustling heart of the city, right beside the prestigious university, for Madam to visit.

She waited a few deliberate seconds before swiping to answer.

Uncharacteristically, she’d even pinned it with a hair clip.

Now, only Sinclair and Camilla remain in the living room.

"Mm."

"I’ll have someone send you an address.

"The other party was indeed cautious—they erased all call traces and signals immediately.

When they finally parted, Camilla checked the time, knowing they couldn’t delay any longer.

Any move on our part might just tip him off."

In other words, controlling Camilla meant controlling the Luther Corporation.

She wouldn’t rest easy without checking on him.

Antonio’s ability to abduct Fanny without alerting any of the major families’ surveillance networks spoke volumes about his meticulousness.

She wore a sleek black casual outfit, her long hair pulled into a high, tight bun at the back of her head.

"Right, no ’if’s."

"Well?"

"But you—" Luke’s face was etched with concern.

"It’s me."

Taking my life isn’t his real goal," Camilla rose from her seat.

"Buzz—" "Buzz—"

"That man is cautious.

"Antonio, what will it take for you to let Fany go?"

Besides, with both her and Sinclair away, they’d need the old house to keep an eye on things.

Luke’s eyes widened in surprise as he read the address on the screen.

At these words, Uncle Carlos’s expression darkened further.

"If anything unexpected happens and I can’t reach you, I’ll make sure to stay safe.

Antonio’s lips curled into a faint, mocking smile as he rolled those words over his tongue.

"President Luther, it’s time," Ramsey glanced at his wristwatch and reminded him tactfully. "We should get going."

"It’s ready."

The assistant took the phone and left, meticulously erasing every trace of the call.

"Madam, was the address sent?"

Camilla cradled his face, so close she could feel his breath.

"Camilla, come alone and don’t make me angry.

"Sweetheart," she murmured, "you want these rumors to reach Antonio?"

Just as he had suspected.

Antonio tossed the phone to his assistant and ordered calmly, "Send the address to Camilla And wipe all traces from this card."

"Okay," she whispered.

Only after a long pause did his composure return.

"Understood.

Camilla nodded and handed her phone to Luke.

A calculating gleam flickered in Antonio’s eyes as he considered the implications.

Be there within an hour.

Without another word, he swiftly exited the room.

Luke gave a solemn nod and carefully retrieved something from his pocket, presenting it to her with both hands.

"Also, Iris was asked by Taylor to assist with something and hasn’t left the capital yet," Camilla spoke in a calm, measured tone as she issued instructions.

His voice was low, deliberate.

Then, remembering something, she added softly—

Leaning back on the sofa, Antonio crossed his long legs and pinched the bridge of his nose, his voice rough yet deliberate.

"Camilla," he said, his voice was low and measured, "given the circumstances, there’s no need to provoke me."

How can you say we’re not close?"

"Be good."

Reliable news had just arrived from San Francisco —

Without anyone noticing, Sinclair slipped away from the Luther Manor in secret.

Luke was puzzled but didn’t question it.

"I will."

A message had arrived. Camilla frowned as she read the address on the screen.

Without a word, she abruptly ended the call.

Uncle Carlos thought of the despicable Jonathan, his anger simmering, yet there was little he could do.

On the other end, Antonio’s handsome features darkened, his fingers gripping the phone so tightly they turned white.

"I’ve known you far longer than Sinclair Luther ever has.

"I’m just stating facts," Camilla replied, her expression indifferent.

Sinclair’s brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, his dark eyes lingering on Camilla’s neck and earlobes before darkening further.

"But, sweetheart, you have to promise me something too."

The overall effect was crisp and efficient—like a fresh college graduate stepping into the world.

Camilla’s expression remained indifferent.

Meanwhile, Camilla waited for Antonio’s call, lost in thought.

Fortunately, we followed your instructions and prepared in advance.

Antonio listened to the dial tone, unfazed.

"No matter what Antonio asks of you—no matter what you agree to—you’ll tell me every single detail.

"If his condition worsens, the consequences could be dire."

And reunite the fractured Mega family under his rule.

"Yes, sir."

Drowning in those dark eyes that held nothing but her reflection, something warm and uncontainable swelled in her chest.

"Camilla, using my full name like that—so formal."

"Alright," Camilla took the items, a glint of coldness flashing in her eyes.

Antonio rose and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out thoughtfully.

"Mhm."

Camilla’s long, delicate lashes fluttered slightly—she instantly understood his intentions.

She straightened his suit collar for him.

"I’ll prepare some herbal prescriptions to help ease his distress.

Now, of all times?

Sinclair’s dark eyes remained unreadable, his strikingly handsome face betraying no emotion.

With the Luther Corporation’s backing, he could finally move against Stephen without restraint.

His strikingly handsome face drew closer, his obsidian eyes like fathomless whirlpools threatening to consume her whole.

Sweetheart was right.

The Luther Family Estate.

"Mm."

"I’ll go upstairs to grab a few things.

Sinclair’s gaze deepened, his obsidian eyes like an unfathomable abyss.

The Luther Family had fallen into turmoil.

Sinclair cupped the back of her head, pressing her lips harder against his, deepening the kiss.

She knew all too well that even if she forced herself to speak politely to Antonio, he wouldn’t release Fany until he got what he wanted.

Camilla nodded but remained silent.

"There won’t be any ’if’s."

I promise."

"In this state, he’s highly susceptible to illness.

Get ready—I’ll make a stop at the old house on the way."

Camilla stared at the unfamiliar international number flashing across her phone screen, a glimmer of understanding flickering in her eyes.

Sinclair was in trouble, and Luther Corporation had now been handed over to Camilla.

"Then... what should we do now?"

Camilla’s hands clenched into tight fists at her sides.

"Madam, I’ll take some men and set up an ambush ahead of time."

"Send someone to pick up Carrie Ann and bring her here to keep Grandpa company.