"It was the madam of the Porter family," blurted the younger man in a panic before Camilla finished her countdown.
"No, it was Ms Sandra Porter!"
The other two chimed in frantically, terrified that even a second's delay would send them tumbling over the edge.
"Sandra... Sandra ordered us to monitor your every move at the party."
"That's right.
She specifically told us to capture the right angles—enough to make things look intimate."
Camilla narrowed her striking eyes and withdrew her hand.
Her breathtakingly beautiful face remained icy and composed, betraying no surprise.
After all, there were only a handful of people
scheming against her, and Sandra had long been on the list of suspects.
Beside her, Sinclair's dark eyes glinted with a chilling intensity that made it impossible to meet his gaze.
"President Luther, Mrs. Luther," the younger man pleaded, kowtowing repeatedly.
"We've told you everything.
Please, show us mercy and let us go."
