Chapter 520: Chapter 520

"President Luther, Madam," Kai bowed respectfully to Sinclair and Camilla.

Not far behind him stood a girl with a high ponytail, dressed in a loose white T-shirt and light-washed jeans.

Her delicate, doll-like face and petite frame made her look like a fresh graduate—naive and untouched by the world.

Camilla knew Taylor wouldn’t have sent Kai without a reason.

"And this girl is...?"

"Her name is Sonia," Kai hesitated, stealing a cautious glance at Sinclair before forcing himself to speak, recalling his boss’s instructions.

"President Taylor said... said that President Luther needs her."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he could feel an icy, oppressive aura radiating from his side.

Kia instinctively lowered his head further, his mind racing.

Had he done something wrong recently?

Otherwise, why would President Taylor send him here—of all places—to poke the tiger’s den?

Camilla’s lips twitched in exasperation.

What the hell was Kai up to?

What could Sinclair possibly need this girl for?

And why hadn’t he mentioned anything to her?

Camilla glanced at Sonia, her dark, piercing eyes narrowing slightly before shifting toward the man seated beside her.

Beyond the confusion in her gaze, there was an unmistakable trace of something sharper—something acidic.

A vein throbbed at Sinclair’s temple, his striking features shadowed with tension.

Sinclair reached out, taking Camilla’s hand in his own, the warmth of his palm instantly soothing her.

"Taylor Junior’s idea.

I know nothing about it." *Taylor.*

Now we’re using full names.

Camilla wasn’t actually suspicious, but she couldn’t resist teasing her husband.

She averted her gaze deliberately, pretending to ignore Sinclair.

Her lilting tone dripped with skepticism. Sinclair tightened his grip on her hand and leveled a cold stare at Kai.

"If you don’t start explaining yourself clearly," he said, his voice dangerously calm, "you won’t be needing that tongue anymore."

His strikingly handsome face remained expressionless, yet the intensity in his gaze was enough to make anyone look away.

"Sonia is highly skilled in martial arts and specializes in therapeutic nutrition," Kai admitted truthfully, his back instantly breaking into a cold sweat under the oppressive atmosphere.

Kia knew resistance was futile.

"President Taylor thought someone like her would be perfect to care for Mrs. Luther at this time."

*President Taylor, forgive me.*

*I just couldn’t withstand the pressure from Chairman Luther.*

The stormy expression on Sinclair’s face gradually eased, his deep gaze shifting to Sonia.

Camilla also turned to look at her, her eyes filled with surprised scrutiny.

"Chairman Luther, Mrs. Luther, my task here is complete," Kai seized the momentary relief to speak quickly.

"President Taylor still has plenty of work requiring my assistance, so I’ll take my leave now."

After a respectful bow to the couple, he turned and strode away without hesitation.

Of course, as he passed Sonia, he couldn’t resist shooting her a meaningful look—one that clearly said, *You’re on your own now.*

Camilla watched Kai’s retreating figure with a resigned smile.

Looks like Sinclair really scared the poor assistant.

Sonia rolled her eyes discreetly at Kai’s back before ignoring him completely.

She took a few quick steps forward, stopping before Sinclair and Camilla with a bright smile.

"President Luther, Mrs. Luther—"

Sinclair didn’t respond, his gaze shifting back to Camilla instead.

"Keep her if you’re satisfied."

Camilla knew exactly what her husband left unsaid—if not, send her away.

She studied the petite, adorable girl standing before her, narrowing her eyes slightly.

It was hard to reconcile this youthful, delicate-looking girl—who appeared around her own age—with the phrase "skilled in combat."

"So, what can you do?"

Camilla asked conversationally, her tone was light and friendly.

"Professional requirements—I’ve dabbled in a bit of everything," Sonia replied earnestly, her clear, dark eyes meeting Camilla’s.

The gentle tone eased some of her initial tension.

"But the things I’m best at are exactly what Assistant Kia mentioned,"

She knew her petite frame didn’t exactly scream "bodyguard material," so she quickly added, "If President Luther and Madam have doubts, you’re welcome to test me."

Kai had made it crystal clear—landing this job with the Luther Family meant a golden ticket to financial freedom.

And her ultimate life goal?

Retire early with a fat bank account.

Camilla wasn’t skeptical about Taylor’s recommendation—just surprised.

The thought of putting the girl through trials hadn’t even crossed her mind.

She was about to shake her head with a soft smile when— "Ramsey."

A deep, icy voice cut through the air.

After all, they needed to see if this girl was truly fit to protect Camilla.

Ramsey, who’d just stepped into the room, froze mid-step, eyes widening.

Wait—was he walking straight into an impromptu audition?

Camilla and Sonia finally noticed Ramsey and turned their gaze toward him.

"President Luther." Ramsey sized up the petite, doll-faced Sonia, curling his lips slightly.

"Can we switch to someone else?

I can’t bring myself to hit such a little girl."

Honestly, President Luther—how could he ask him to bully the weak?

Well, the "weak" part only refers to height. Sinclair’s dark eyes narrowed slightly, but before he could respond, Sonia’s face twisted with displeasure.

"You looking down on me? My apologies."

The words barely left her mouth before she suddenly lunged at Ramsey.

The moment she reached him, she swung her left leg straight toward the side of his face.

Sinclair’s obsidian eyes darkened, his handsome face betraying no emotion.

Camilla was taken aback by Sonia’s explosive speed and power.

Ramsey felt the same.

This woman—just attacks without warning?

Seriously, not even a heads-up?

Sonia’s kick sliced through the air as she launched herself at Ramsey, the force behind it palpable.

The attack came out of nowhere. Ramsey’s eyes narrowed sharply.

But emergency situations weren’t exactly new to him.

Reacting instantly, he raised his hands to intercept the incoming strike aimed at his torso.

Seated nearby, Camilla rested her chin lazily on one hand, watching the scene unfold with keen amusement.

Beside her, Sinclair observed Camilla’s expression, the corners of his lips curling into a faint smirk.

Despite Sonia’s slender frame, the power behind her kick was anything but delicate.

Ramsey caught her leg mid-air, only to wince as a sharp pain shot through his palm.

Gritting his teeth, he shoved her foot away, the impact forcing him to stagger back two steps.

That single kick was proof enough—this girl was no pushover, especially when it came to raw strength.

Ramsey’s expression turned serious. Sonia steadied herself.

*People around President Luther are truly impressive.*

She charged at Ramsey again, this time with even sharper intensity.

Clearly, sensing Ramsey’s skill, she had decided to go all out.

The two finally engaged in a real fight.

Camilla watched with keen interest.

She knew Ramsey’s capabilities, and of course, she also knew that Sonia had already passed the test by lasting this long.

Sonia’s arms were twisted behind her back, her entire body locked firmly in Ramsey’s embrace.

The two figures—one tall, one petite—stood pressed close together.

The golden height difference between them was strikingly apparent.

Camilla’s long, thick lashes fluttered slightly as her eyes sparkled with realization.

"Sweetheart," she murmured, leaning closer to her husband and lowering her voice as she observed the pair.

"Did Uncle Carlos ever mention what kind of daughter-in-law he’d like?"

Sinclair immediately grasped the underlying meaning behind Camilla’s question.

Sinclair frowned slightly in thought before answering with a faint smile, recalling Ramsey’s words.

Camilla blinked at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue.

She froze for a second, then burst into quiet laughter.

She knew Sinclair never lied—and considering Ramsey’s line of work, it made perfect sense.

The man barely had any opportunities to interact with women.

No wonder Uncle Carlos had such simple criteria.

Her gaze flickered between the two, amusement dancing in her eyes.

Sinclair understood his wife’s intentions perfectly—she clearly wanted to play a matchmaker.

The look he gave her was nothing short of adoring.