In the living room, Tiffany was glued to her phone, cramming the rules of San Francisco-style.
Though unsure who was teaching her, she couldn't afford to look completely clueless.
Not far from her, on the sofa, Sinclair sat with his gaze lowered, idly toying with Camilla's slender, pale fingers, his expression calm and detached.
"But, sweetheart," Camilla turned to him, noticing Tiffany was too preoccupied to pay her any attention.
"Since when do you know how to play cards?"
It didn't seem like the kind of pastime someone of his stature would dabble in.
A faint smirk curled Sinclair's lips.
"The old man went through a phase where he was quite fond of it."
"Fond"
was putting it mildly—the patriarch had practically devoted himself to mastering the game during that period.
Thanks to his obsession, quite a few in the Luther Family estate had picked up the skill.
Himself included.
"Grandpa likes it?"
Camilla was even more surprised.
