"For all these years, Luna has been sending people to search for the missing daughter of the former crown prince," Nolan said without hesitation, deciding to lay all his cards on the table.
"On the surface, it seems like she’s doing it for the queen, but in reality, it’s all for herself."
Nolan glanced at Sinclair, his expression laced with unspoken implications.
"I’m sure Mr. Luther understands why."
"Mmm."
Sinclair responded indifferently, his dark, fathomless eyes narrowing slightly.
According to the laws of Country E, the lineage of the former crown prince held the legitimate right to succession.
If anything were to happen to him, the inheritance should rightfully pass to his descendants.
Only in the absence of an heir would it then fall to Luna’s bloodline. With that, everything became clear.
Sinclair lifted his gaze to meet Nolan’s, his thin lips curling into a faint, enigmatic smile.
"Mr. Nolan, the marriage contract you initially arranged with the royal family—was it with the first princess of the royal house?"
The first three words were emphasized slightly. Seeing the look on Sinclair’s face, Nolan knew he had already figured everything out.
"That’s right," Nolan said, his eyes narrowing slightly.
His handsome yet somber face carried a trace of resignation.
"The royal family was in crisis back then and needed the Nolan family’s support.
Of course, it was also a way to bind us to them—that’s exactly what they said."
Naturally, this was a case of mutual benefit.
His father’s motives hadn’t been entirely pure either.
But these were things he certainly wouldn’t say in front of Sinclair.
Just as expected. Sinclair’s dark pupils narrowed slowly, deep as a swirling abyss.
"So, President Nolan plans to use this opportunity to break free from the royal family completely?"
"Of course.
If your wife truly is the daughter of the former crown prince, then she would be the first princess of the royal family," Nolan replied, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly as his voice lowered.
"Since she’s already married, the engagement between the Nolan family and the royals should naturally be dissolved.
When the time comes, we’ll need your help—and the support of many others."
His gaze lingered on Sinclair, his eyes glinting with something between amusement and calculation.
"President Luther, I’ve said everything I should and shouldn’t have, shown all the sincerity I could muster.
What do you think?"
The smile at the corners of Sinclair’s lips deepened as his low, husky voice resonated slowly.
"There’s one matter I’d like to trouble President Nolan with."
The smile on Nolan’s face faltered for a split second before instantly returning to normal.
Since the topic had been broached, the implication was clear.
"Please go ahead, President Luther."
Half an hour later. After giving Nolan a glance, Sinclair stood up and left.
Nolan emained on the balcony, watching the man’s retreating figure just as before.
His deep-set eyes carried a complex emotion. Truly not simple.
Meanwhile, inside the black Rolls-Royce Phantom.
"President Luther—"
Ramsey turned to look at his boss, opening his mouth but finding himself at a loss for words.
Ramsey had originally thought the madam was merely grandpa Rodriguez’s granddaughter.
Who would have thought she might actually be the princess of Country E?
Not just any princess, but the first in line to the throne.
Even fiction wouldn’t dare write something this absurd!
Sinclair lifted his slightly lowered eyelids, casting a fleeting glance at Ramsey, who seemed on the verge of speaking but hesitated.
Then, he closed his eyes again.
His strikingly handsome face remained cold and indifferent, utterly devoid of emotion.
Ramsey swallowed his words and sat back stiffly, still processing the bombshell news Nolan had just dropped.
Time slipped by, and the sky gradually darkened.
When Sinclair returned to the estate, Aunt Naomi greeted him with a warm smile.
"Boss—"
Sinclair gave a slight nod, his long strides never faltering as he continued inside.
"Where’s Camilla?"
His tone was as calm as ever, but Aunt Naomi, who had watched him grow up, detected an uncharacteristic hint of urgency beneath the surface.
Ah, young love—so intense after just a short separation.
Aunt Naomi’s smile deepened.
"Madam is in the kitchen, preparing dinner for you."
At this point, she cast a meaningful glance at Ramsey, her voice warm with the satisfaction of an elder.
"Ms Sonia is also helping out." Sinclair continued walking without pause, as if he hadn’t heard the latter half of Aunt Naomi’s remark.
Or perhaps he had—but simply didn’t care.
Ramsey, however, quirked a smile before stopping in his tracks.
Ramsey turned to face Aunt Naomi with an earnest expression, sighing in resignation.
"Aunt Naomi, what you saw earlier was really just a misunderstanding.
There’s absolutely nothing between me and that Sonia."
"Don’t worry, no need to explain so much," Aunt Naomi patted his shoulder with a kindly smile.
"Seeing you young ones so sweet on each other brightens our spirits too."
With that, she turned and followed Sinclair inside. Ramsey: "..." Aunt Naomi, at least let me plead my case.
It really was all just a misunderstanding. With heavy steps, he trudged after them.
In the kitchen of the estate, Camilla wore a beige knitted home dress, her sleeves rolled up to reveal slender, fair arms as she busied herself with preparations.
Her chestnut-brown curls were loosely pinned up with a hair stick, casting a gentle glow under the soft light.
Sinclair stood still, quietly watching her silhouette.
Unbidden, memories surfaced—scenes of Camilla cooking for him back at the Luther Family estate.
Perhaps that was when he first fell for her.
The corners of his lips curved slightly, his narrow, deep-set eyes crinkling with tenderness.
"Madam, be careful!"
"Madam, let me handle that!"
"Madam, please, just sit down!"
The incessant chatter from Sonia snapped Sinclair out of his reverie.
His gaze darkened, brows knitting together in irritation.
Annoying.
Sinclair glanced sidelong at Ramsey.
"Take her away."
"Why send him?"
Ramsey glanced at Sonia, who was sticking close to Madam, then at Aunt Naomi standing nearby, and sighed inwardly.
"...Understood." Ramsey strode toward the kitchen and knocked lightly on the door."
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Only then did the two women, engrossed in their discussion about the menu, notice Ramsey’s presence.
Sonia frowned, eyeing him with confusion.
Camilla, however, looked past Ramsey, her gaze landing unerringly on Sinclair, who was shrugging off his suit jacket as he approached the kitchen.
The corners of her lips curled into a deeper, more radiant smile.
"Sweetheart—"
"Hmm."
Sinclair smirked, deftly undoing his cufflinks with one hand, his dark, fathomless eyes fixed on Camilla.
Whenever they were in the same room, their attention seemed to gravitate toward each other effortlessly, as if the rest of the world faded into the background.
Sonia’s doll-like face, fair and adorable, lit up with the unmistakable glee of a fangirl witnessing a perfect moment.
She watched Sinclair and Camilla with sparkling eyes.
*Tsk tsk.*
Working here wasn’t just about the generous paycheck—it also came with front-row seats to a real-life romance drama.
This is pure bliss.
Of course, it would be even better without any interruptions.
Ramsey noticed Sonia completely ignoring his pointed looks and couldn’t help but tug at the corner of his mouth in resignation.
This third wheel was even more dedicated than he was.
Sinclair walked over to Camilla, glanced at Ramsey, then moved closer to her.
"What are you doing in the kitchen?"
Camilla’s eyes curved into crescents.
"I’m feeling better now, so I wanted to cook a few dishes for you myself."
Sweetheart had been working so hard lately. At the thought, a flicker of heartache passed through her eyes.
Seeing Sonia still rooted in place, Ramsey worried she might get thrown out by the boss.
Without hesitation, he strode forward, grabbed her wrist through her sleeve, and pulled her toward the door.
"I need to talk to you. Come with me."
"Let go of me! What’s the big idea?"
Sonia looked utterly bewildered.
"But I still have to teach Madam how to cook!"