"Yes,"
The middle-aged man with a scar on his left eyebrow nodded.
"Our men witnessed it with their own eyes, there can be no mistake."
"How lucky the Luther Family is."
The middle-aged man felt the chilling pressure in the room increase, and he bowed his head even lower.
"Send out the orders," The man with the icy frosty gaze hidden behind golden glasses began to twiddle with the Divine mercy prayer beads in his hand, a sight that provoked shivers in one's heart.
"Make Camilla the highest priority for elimination."
"Yes!" The middle-aged man nodded and left the room.
At the Luther Family estate.
Camilla sat on the edge of her bed, her hand delicately tracing the outlines of Sinclair through the air, as if touching a phantom.
It wasn't long since her last life, and indeed, she just saw him earlier today.
But it feels like Camilla hasn't taken a good look at him in a long time.
