Chapter 514: Chapter 514

Even in life-threatening situations, that cunning old fox never let his guard down.

At one point, he even used traditional medicine techniques to seal his own vocal cords, rendering himself completely mute.

Knowing he still had his uses, she had no choice but to relent and order the torment to stop.

She had his medical kit brought to him, allowing him to tend to his own wounds.

At the moment, Luna’s eyes narrowed into sharp slits.

That was why she knew better than anyone— Violence was utterly useless against that old man.

The elderly gentleman remained indifferent to their movements and conversations, as if they were nothing but background noise.

His attention stayed fixed on the well-worn medical book before him, its pages yellowed with age, covered in clumsy handwritten notes.

His gaze was tender, almost affectionate.

To him, Luna and the others in the room might as well have been invisible.

"This time," Luna said, her stiletto heels clicking sharply against the floor as she stepped forward, the sound cutting through the silence of the room.

"I come bearing good news."

With that, she slammed the photograph in her hand onto the medical book he was reading.

"The person you’ve gone to such lengths to protect and hide has already been found by us."

Luna deliberately spoke in an excruciatingly slow tone, her deep brown eyes fixed unwaveringly on Grandpa Rodriguez’s every movement.

The moment grandpa Rodriguez saw the all-too-familiar face in the photo before him, his sharp, clear eyes constricted abruptly.

Every drop of blood in his body turned ice-cold in that instant, as if frozen solid.

Of course, he also knew— These people couldn’t possibly be certain of Camilla’s true identity yet.

Otherwise, they would have acted directly instead of coming all this way just to deliver the news to him.

Their goal was to test him.

Grandpa Rodriguez’s mind raced through the possibilities in a split second before he clenched his jaw, suppressing all traces of unease.

Grandpa Rodriguez didn’t raise his head.

Grandpa Rodriodidn’t move a muscle.

Grandpa Rodriguez remained seated ramrod straight, his posture unyielding.

"I don’t know what methods you used, but hiding her under the Luther Family’s protection was a masterstroke—no wonder we couldn’t find her no matter how hard we tried."

Seeing grandpa Rodriguez’s lack of reaction, Easton’s eyes darkened imperceptibly before his expression hardened.

Easton spoke slowly, deliberately. "Pity.

God is on our side this time.

Sinclair actually brought this woman—Camilla—to the charity gala we hosted in E Country."

Easton narrowed his eyes, a mocking smile playing on his lips as he continued, goading him further.

"What’s that saying you have again? ’

After searching high and low, the answer falls right into your lap’?"

Luna didn’t respond, but the smirk at the corner of her lips deepened.

Her cold, fathomless eyes lingered on Grandpa Rodriguez’s withered fingers, which hadn’t turned a page in quite some time, as she waited in silence.

The vast underground room plunged into absolute stillness.

Then— *Rustle.* The sound of a turning page shattered the quiet.

As Grandpa Rodriguez moved, the photograph resting on the book fluttered off and drifted to the floor.

A thin layer of dust settled over Camilla’s radiant, pearl-like face in the image.

"Congratulations," came grandpa Rodriguez’s voice—hoarse, brittle, yet unnervingly steady, devoid of any inflection.

"In that case, you’d better hurry up and arrest her.

The sooner you do, the sooner I can leave this place."

His indifferent, almost dismissive tone darkened both Luna and Easton’s expressions.

Their sharp gazes bore into him, searching for any crack in his composure.

Yet, nothing came of it. This attempt had clearly failed. "Don’t worry," Luna finally spoke after a long silence, her voice noticeably colder and heavier than before.

"My stance on this loose end has always been clear—better to slaughter a hundred innocents than let one guilty slip away."

She leaned forward, palms flat on the table, her shadowed gaze fixed on Grandpa Rodriguez.

The undisguised menace in her tone was as sharp as a blade.

"Whether she’s involved or not, I won’t let that woman walk free."

Grandpa Rodriguez met her stare, the corners of his pale lips curling slightly.

Luna let out a derisive snort but said nothing more, turning on her heel to leave.

As she passed Camilla’s photograph, she deliberately stepped on it, something dark flickering in the depths of her eyes.

Aiston took two steps before pausing, then turned back to glower at Grandpa Rodriguez with venomous intensity.

"Every move was predestined from the very first trace.

Soon enough, you’ll realize just how foolish your actions are now."

Grandpa Rodriguez’s deep, knowing eyes held Aiston’s gaze with unshaken calm.

"The game isn’t over yet.

We’ll see who’s truly the fool."

Aiston’s chest tightened, his teeth grinding in frustration.

"Then watch and wait."

The secret chamber fell silent once more after Luna and Easton departed.

Grandpa Rodriguez remained seated at the desk, his aged fingers still turning the pages of the medical book before him.

Grandpa Rodriguez didn’t move a muscle beyond that.

Nearby, the dust-covered photograph of Camilla lay abandoned on the floor, untouched.

Outside the door, Luna lingered by the transparent glass, her piercing gaze fixed on the elderly man for several long minutes before finally turning toward the basement exit.

"Keep a close eye on that old fool’s every move," she commanded, her voice icy and sharp—utterly at odds with the refined elegance she projected.

"If he so much as picks up that photo, or shows any other suspicious behavior, report it to me immediately."

The lead bodyguard nodded solemnly, understanding the gravity of her orders.

Only when the sound of footsteps faded completely did Grandpa Rodriguez’s lowered eyelids tremble before closing entirely.

His pallid face was etched with deep worry.

*Camilla... Before these people confirm your identity, you must leave E Country—this den of vipers—as soon as possible.*

Once back in San Francisco, under the protection of the Luther Family’s influence, they wouldn’t dare act recklessly.

For the rest of your life, your grandfather only wishes for you to live in peace and happiness.

That was also your parents’ final wish.

Sinclair had just finished arranging everything and returned to his room when he saw Camilla sitting on the bed—when she should have been asleep.

Her thick, seaweed-like hair cascaded over her slender shoulders as she kept her head down, her expression hidden.

Yet he could clearly see her pale fingers clutching the bedsheet, knuckles white with tension.

Bathed in the dim glow of the bedside lamp, she looked especially fragile.

Sinclair’s narrow, dark eyes flickered with concern.

In an instant, he strode to the bed, his long legs closing the distance, and gently enveloped her cold hands in his own.

"Sweetheart," His deep voice softened to a whisper, as if afraid of startling her.

Camilla lifted her head, her already fair complexion now almost translucent with distress as she met his gaze.

"I dreamed of Grandfather."

Her voice was hoarse, laced with barely suppressed fear.

It was the first time she had dreamed of her grandfather since his disappearance years ago.