Some people never learn.
Luke's face remained impassive—he had clearly anticipated the consequences of Micheal provoking Madam.
"Insert a nasogastric tube for him," Camilla tossed a handkerchief onto Micheal's body, her crimson lips curling into a slow, icy smile.
"Now we won't have to worry about his meals."
Without another word—or even a backward glance—she turned and walked away.
Her slender, graceful figure exuded an indescribable chill.
The black Rolls-Royce pulled away, heading straight for the Luther Family Manor.
At a prestigious hospital in San Francisco, a man in a white coat sat in a leather chair, flipping through a file.
His refined, handsome features were accentuated by the golden glow of the setting sun streaming through the window.
Just then, a knock sounded at the door.
The man didn't look up, his voice calm and detached.
"Come in."
A woman with a stunning figure walked in, her stiletto heels clicking sharply against the floor.
"Senior Mega."
