A unique way of communication?
Camilla's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly as she fell into silence.
Her mind involuntarily recalled the golden parasitic insect that had emerged from Carrie Ann's body.
After a brief pause, she nodded.
"Agree to her request."
"Yes."
Luke acknowledged with a nod, shifting gears to accelerate.
However, the car wasn't heading toward the Luther Family Manor but instead toward the outskirts of the city.
The black Rolls-Royce came to a stop in front of a secluded villa.
Luke stepped out and moved to open the rear door for Camilla.
Yet before he could, she had already exited the car herself, her slender, straight legs carrying her gracefully toward the entrance.
"Madam."
"Madam!"
The mercenaries stationed outside the villa immediately stepped aside in deference.
Camilla gave a slight nod, her delicate face composed and indifferent.
"How's the patient doing?"
A voice as crisp and cold as ice cut through the air.
