--- Inside a spacious, soundproofed hotel room, Sinclair and Camilla—whom everyone assumed had left—sat in quiet conversation.
Camilla studied the photos before her, deliberately angled to fabricate the illusion of an intimate chat between her and Antonio.
Her beautiful eyes glinted with icy fury.
"To think they followed us to the gathering."
She turned her gaze to Sinclair.
"Sinclair, did you catch them?"
"I asked the wrong question," Camilla murmured softly, nestling against Sinclair's chest, her beautiful eyes narrowing with quiet amusement.
"The real question should be—where are those people?"
Once they had caught Sinclair's attention, there was no way those men could escape.
"Ramsey," Sinclair said, pulling out his phone.
"Bring them in."
Understanding flickered in Camilla's eyes.
So that was why Ramsey hadn't been by Sinclair's side—he'd been handling this all along.
Still, some people truly were relentless.
