"Camilla, you have no right to speak here!!"
Jonathan's words plunged the entire living room into silence.
Ramsey, who had just stepped inside, froze in his tracks.
How dare he speak to Ms Camilla like that in front of the CEO?
Some people never learn their lesson. Grandpa Luther's brows furrowed deeply, his expression darkening.
Before he could say a word, a voice as cold and cutting as winter sliced through the air.
"Jonathan, the one who has no right to speak here is you."
Sinclair's obsidian eyes burned with renewed fury, his voice dropping to a glacial timbre.
"My patience is running thin.
Get out now if you want to keep breathing."
Those simple words were enough to make everyone present hold their breath.
At that moment, no one doubted he meant every syllable.
The atmosphere in the living room instantly turned razor-sharp.
"You—you—"
Jonathan's face flushed crimson with rage as he glared at Sinclair, though he ultimately didn't dare utter a word.
