Chapter 517: Chapter 517
Taylor’s voice carried unmistakable surprise. Sinclair parted his thin lips.
Taylor fell silent for a few seconds, piecing everything together in his mind before realization dawned.
Though the Thomas family couldn’t rival the Harrison family in power, they were by no means weak.
As a pawn to counter Harrison family, they were the perfect choice.
"Sinclair, you really do think ten steps ahead," Taylor remarked with genuine admiration, his tone laced with amusement.
"Sometimes, I can’t help but admire you."
Sinclair’s lips curled slightly. "Seems I still have plenty of room for improvement." "This is more than enough," Taylor replied, playing along with his friend’s rare dark humor.
"If you improve any further, Calvin and I might as well pack up our families and leave San Francisco altogether."
"With Harrison embroiled in such a scandal, the Bernardo family, as their intended in-laws, will inevitably face some backlash in the court of public opinion."
A cold, inscrutable smile flickered in the depths of Sinclair’s dark eyes.
"You can move your plans forward now."
The Bernardo family wouldn’t have been considered a match for the Harrison family without substantial influence of their own.
For Harrison to be caught in such disgrace right before his engagement to Juliet—no matter how the Bernardo family reacted publicly, privately, they would be seething with resentment toward Harrison.
Business dealings between the two families would undoubtedly suffer.
And that was precisely his opportunity.
"Don’t worry," Taylor said, his voice steady.
"I won’t let it slip by."
Taylor’s smooth voice carried an unmistakable tone of determination.
"To show my gratitude, I’m sending someone your way."
Taylor paused deliberately, his words laced with hidden meaning.
"To be precise, it’s a woman."
Sinclair’s brows furrowed.
"I’ve already had Kai deliver her," Taylor continued without waiting for a response.
"Whether you use her or not, and how—that’s entirely up to you."
With that cryptic remark, he abruptly ended the call.
*Birds of a feather flock together.*
Had this guy picked up the same ruthless methods as that young master from the capital?
A faint, inscrutable smile played at the corners of Sinclair’s thin lips as he set his phone down.
Camilla studied his expression, her long, delicate lashes fluttering slightly.
"Is something wrong with Taylor?" she asked softly.
Sinclair gazed at Camilla, his thin lips curling with an inscrutable expression as he slowly shook his head.
"At least nothing bad happened."
A faint sigh of relief escaped Camilla’s heart, though her eyes remained fixed on Sinclair’s face, scrutinizing every subtle shift in his expression.
"Then why are you frowning?"
Sinclair pressed his lips together, uncharacteristically at a loss for words.
How could he tell Camilla that Taylor had suddenly announced he was sending over a woman of unknown identity?
The last thing he wanted was to give her even the slightest misunderstanding.
Better to wait until the person arrives before explaining.
"Be patient, you’ll find out soon enough."
Hearing his evasive tone, Camilla assumed there was a reason he couldn’t speak openly now and nodded without pressing further.
Little did she know, Sinclair’s vague reply wasn’t out of discretion—he simply had no answers himself at the moment.
Just then, Ramsey, who had stepped away moments earlier after receiving a message, hurried back into the room.
"President Luther, Mr. Thomas just sent word
"Harrison family’s PR team tried to suppress the scandal surrounding Harrison, but some unseen force kept blocking their efforts.
No matter how much money they threw at it, certain media outlets refused to back down."
Ramsey relayed all the intel he had gathered.
"Mr. Thomas sent people to investigate the opposing party’s identity, but they covered their tracks too well—no leads whatsoever."
Ramsey paused briefly before continuing.
"However, he suspects it might be the Nolan family."
As one of the three major families in this City, Harrison family’s influence was undeniable.
Only two forces could quietly obstruct them without raising alarms: The royal family—and Nolan.
"Having someone willing to help is a good thing," Sinclair remarked coolly, his gaze fixed on empty space as a faint, icy smirk tugged at his lips.
"Tell Mr. Thomas to keep pushing.
The rest isn’t worth worrying about."
Though Sinclair said nothing more, Camilla understood perfectly.
The charity gala had been hosted by Aiston, representing the royal family’s reputation.
A scandal was nothing short of a slap in their face.
So, there was only one possibility left. —The Nolan family.
She pressed her lips together, her eyes clouded with deep contemplation.
What role exactly was this Nolan family playing?
"Understood," Ramsey immediately nodded, grasping Sinclair’s implication.
"I’ll get in touch right away."
Ramsey had barely left when a mercenary stationed at the door stepped inside.
"President Luther, Madam, Assistant Kai from President Taylor’s team is here."
Sinclair’s dark pupils slid to the corner of his eyes as he cast a cool glance toward the entrance.
Camilla looked at Sinclair before speaking softly.
"Please show him in."
Inside the CEO’s office at Nolan Corporation.
The slender figure of a man reclined in an armchair by the window, feigning sleep with his long legs crossed.
Sunlight spilled across his face, but instead of warmth, it cast an eerie, shadowed glow.
"President Nolan," A young man with a distinctive broken eyebrow hung up the desk phone and turned toward the resting figure.
"Harrison has brought some people downstairs, saying he wants to pay you a visit."
"Visit" was, of course, a polite euphemism. In truth, Harrison was practically on the verge of storming in by force.
Nolan didn’t open his eyes, but his thin lips curled slightly into a cold, mocking smile.
"His temper grows more impatient by the day," he remarked, his voice devoid of any inflection.
"Tell the staff downstairs to serve him our finest tea.
We wouldn’t want to be accused of poor hospitality and embarrass Nolan Corporation."
It was clear Nolan had no intention of seeing Harrison. "
The young man with the broken eyebrow immediately dialed the front desk, relaying Nolan’s instructions.
After hanging up the phone, he hesitated for a moment before turning to his boss, unable to suppress his confusion any longer.
"President Nolan, I don’t understand—why suddenly take action against Harrison?"
Due to commercial rivalries and friction between their families, Nolan and Harrison’s families they had never been on good terms.
But this tension had always simmered beneath the surface, with both sides maintaining a facade of civility in public.
Whenever Harrison provoked them, President Nolan had always handled it with quiet precision, retaliating just as subtly.
Open confrontation was unprecedented.
Nolan opened his eyes, his strikingly handsome yet shadowed face curling into an inscrutable smile.
"Who told you I was targeting Harrison?"
The young man with the broken eyebrow frowned in confusion.
"If not Harrison, then who?"
Nolan’s eyes narrowed, his expression hovering between amusement and something darker.
"The scandal doesn’t revolve around Harrison alone."
Understanding dawned in the young man’s eyes.
Nolan’s thin lips curved slightly. Instead of answering right away, he picked up the cigar from the table and brought it to his lips.
The young man with the broken eyebrow immediately stepped forward, flicking open a lighter to light it before retreating smoothly.
"That woman had the audacity to team up with Kiara to scheme against me.
Of course, she has to pay the price," Nolan took a slow drag, exhaling the smoke before narrowing his eyes.
"I won’t let an opportunity slip through my fingers."