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Chapter 391: Mr. Sinclair Luther is here to see Mr. Stephen Mega

Chapter 391: Mr. Sinclair Luther is here to see Mr. Stephen Mega

The Mega family’s influence in Country E was nothing to scoff at.

Even the mightiest dragon struggles to crush a snake in its own lair.

Without established connections or power structures in the region, even families like the Luther or Calvin would find their hands tied when operating here.

But his own people had been entrenched in Country E for years, making any operation far more seamless.

Vicente’s deep, contemplative eyes lingered in thought for a moment before shifting to Calvin.

"No problem.

My people will spare no effort to locate Miss Tiffany as quickly as possible."

"Much obliged."

Seeing Vicente’s agreement, Calvin immediately retrieved a prepared card from his pocket, placed it on the coffee table, and slid it toward him.

"This is the deposit.

There’ll be a substantial reward upon completion."

Money was the one thing he had in abundance.

A clear transaction kept things simple for everyone.

Vicente glanced down at the card, the corner of his lips curling slightly.

Just like Sinclair—another shrewd player.

His favors weren’t the kind you’d want to owe.

At the UNIQUE Group headquarters in Country E.

"President Mega," A bespectacled secretary in a dark professional skirt suit knocked and entered the office.

"There’s a man named Mr. Luther here to see you."

"Luther?"

Stephen narrowed his eyes. Could it be... that man?

The secretary watched her boss nervously, awaiting instructions.

She’d already checked—there was no appointment scheduled under the name "Mr. Luther" in the president’s afternoon agenda.

But the man’s presence was simply too commanding, his aura overwhelming.

Anyone could tell he was no ordinary visitor.

Neither the receptionist nor she herself dared to turn him away.

That’s why she’d broken protocol and reported directly to the president. Of course, there was another reason—

The man was devastatingly handsome.

More so than any other American man she’d ever seen.

"Let’s go," Stephen spoke calmly, maneuvering his wheelchair toward the exit.

"Come with me to greet our guest."

The secretary was taken aback.

The CEO is going down personally?

Watching Stephen already nearing the door, he quickly followed.

The elevator doors slid open.

As Stephen wheeled out, his gaze immediately locked onto a tall, striking figure.

It wasn’t that his eyesight was particularly sharp—some people simply commanded attention no matter where they were, as if the spotlight naturally followed them.

And this man was undoubtedly one of them.

Stephen narrowed his eyes slightly.

Sensing the scrutiny, Sinclair lifted his gaze.

His cold, indifferent eyes swept over Stephen, as though nothing in the world could hold his interest.

Once confirming Stephen’s identity, he strode forward with deliberate, unhurried steps.

The dark suit accentuated his aristocratic poise and inscrutable demeanor, while the sheer authority radiating from him was impossible to ignore.

A faint chill ran down Stephen’s spine, but he smoothly guided his wheelchair forward, a composed smile gracing his pale, handsome face.

"I wasn’t aware of President Luther’s visit—my apologies for the poor reception.

I hope you’ll forgive my oversight."

"President Mega, you’re too kind."

Sinclair’s dark, inscrutable eyes rested calmly on Stephen.

"Let’s take this upstairs."

Stephen, who had just been upstaged in both words and demeanor: "..."

"After you, President Luther."

"Mm."

Without ceremony, Sinclair strode toward the elevator, his commanding presence making it seem as though he owned the building.

Inside the office, the two men sat facing each other—one as sharp and unyielding as ice, the other refined and composed, a striking contrast.

CK’s gaze drifted to the thin blanket draped over her boss’s legs, and she sighed inwardly.

"Mind if I smoke, President Mega?"

Sinclair leaned back, crossing his long legs as he settled into the sofa, every inch the aloof, untouchable aristocrat.

"Of course," Stephen smiled warmly.

"CK, bring out my finest cigars for President Luther to try."

His intention to foster goodwill was laid bare without pretense.

"No need," Sinclair lit a cigarette between his sculpted lips, his godlike features betraying no emotion.

"Ramsey, hand the documents to President Mega."

Pale gray smoke curled upward in delicate wisps before dissolving into the air.

"Right away," Ramsey understood immediately, retrieving the file from his bag and presenting it respectfully to Stephen with both hands.

"President Mega, please take a look."

"Very well," Stephen recognized Sinclair’s direct approach and accepted the file.

"CK, prepare some tea for President Luther."

For American, tea remains the highest form of hospitality.

"Yes," CK withdrew and soon returned with two cups of tea.

Only then did Stephen begin flipping through the documents in his hand.

Stephen discovered that the concessions the Luther Family had offered were far more generous than he had anticipated.

Narrowing his eyes, Stephen showed little joy in his gaze.

Nothing from the Luther Family came without strings attached.

Closing the file, he looked up at Sinclair across from him.

"Aside from Antonio’s whereabouts, what else does President Luther want?"

Sinclair exhaled a slow stream of smoke, his dark, commanding eyes sharpening with an oppressive intensity.

"All the collaborative projects Mega Corporation has recently engaged in."

Antonio alone wasn’t enough to quell his fury.

The smile on Stephen’s lips froze instantly, a flicker of unease passing through him.

Was Sinclair targeting not just Antonio, but the entire Mega Corporation?

Dealing with a shrewd man, Stephen saw no point in beating around the bush.

Stephen placed the file on the table.

"Might I ask what President Luther intends to do?"

Sinclair flicked the cigarette between his fingers, crushing its ember into extinction.

"You’ve already guessed it, haven’t you, President Mega?"

Stephen pressed his lips together, silent.

"Don’t you also wish for Mega Corporation to be the only one standing in Country E?"

Sinclair lifted his gaze, his dark eyes glinting with an unreadable amusement that dared no one to look deeper.

"What I’m doing aligns with your goals, just through different means."

Stephen’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t immediately agree. It was true—he wanted Mega Corporation to dominate Country E, but not by someone else’s hand.

Sinclair wasn’t in a hurry.

Stephen leisurely sipped his tea, savoring the moment. ——

**San Francisco**

After a long, winding drive, the car carrying Camilla finally came to a stop.

"Any tails?"

"None.

We took several detours through the city to make sure."

"Good. Once we get her out of here, we’re in the clear."

Camilla pursed her lips, lowering her gaze in contemplation.

They had changed routes and modes of transportation multiple times—Antonio had gone to great lengths to test whether Sinclair was truly incapacitated and to shake off the Luther Family’s surveillance.

After a series of interrogations, the car door swung open, and a hand gripped Camilla’s arm.

"Mrs. Luther, time to get out."

She allowed herself to be pulled from the vehicle as a deafening roar grew louder and closer.

Instantly, she recognized the sound—rotor blades.

"A helicopter?"

"Exactly," the man replied, yanking off her blindfold.

"You’ll be seeing Mr. Antonio very soon."

Camilla remained silent, stepping onto the aircraft and taking a seat.

The helicopter roared to life, lifting off the ground and soaring toward Country E.

The men onboard finally relaxed.

The Luther Family’s influence blanketed the capital, and even with Sinclair reportedly out of commission, they hadn’t dared to let their guard down.

At least they’d made it out smoothly.

Camilla stared down at the shrinking city below, her beautiful eyes sharp with tension.

Now, all she could hope for was to find Antonio quickly and rescue Fanny.

Luke watched the rapidly moving dot on his screen and immediately relayed the update to Ramsey.