CHAPTER 389: FOLLOWING INSTRUCTIONS

It’ll help take his mind off things and lift his spirits."

Carrie Ann had been taking the herbal prescription she prepared for a while now—she wondered how effective it had been.

Camilla met his gaze unflinchingly, her expression cool and composed.

What we need to do is strike first."

Without hesitation, she answered.

Her lips pressed into a thin line.

The destination pointed toward the most remote outskirts of San Francisco.

Camilla’s eyes darkened as realization struck—this was exactly why Antonio had chosen this place.

His voice was low and measured, carrying the weight of absolute control—reassuring in its certainty.

Clearly, this was deliberate.

The detector swept methodically through the air around Camilla’s body, inch by inch—until it reached her hair.

Being around innocent, cheerful children had a way of easing one’s worries.

The man took it, scrutinized it briefly, then tossed it to his superior.

Camilla still seemed dazed, her hands trembling slightly as she took the blindfold and secured it over her eyes.

"These past few days, I’ve been putting a lot on your shoulders, Uncle Carlos," Camilla said, glancing at the time.

Suddenly, a sharp alarm blared. In an instant, the atmosphere in the room turned icy.

"Got it.

Antonio’s trying to shake off the people protecting me.

Antonio was far more cautious than she had anticipated.

The man tilted his head toward a baseball-capped figure beside him, exchanging a meaningful glance.

The call ended abruptly before Camilla could respond.

Uncle Carlos didn’t press for details.

Anyone following her would stick out like a sore thumb.

Anyone could easily disappear into such a crowd.

The middle-aged man’s voice was cold as he addressed her, watching her flustered expression.

As he spoke, the middle-aged man handed a pitch-black blindfold to Camilla.

Instinctively, she grabbed one man’s sleeve to steady herself.

"Miss," the girl said, pressing a folded note and a car key into Camilla’s palm while clutching a handful of lollipops in her other hand.

Camilla’s gaze lingered for a moment before she silently opened the door and exited.

Camilla’s long, thick lashes fluttered slightly, her eyes icy with suppressed fury.

"However, before we proceed, there’s one more thing we’ll need Madam Luther’s cooperation with."

Meanwhile, aboard the flight to Country E...

"Ms Camilla," one reassured her, "we have strict orders not to harm you.

"You’re welcome," The little girl skipped away happily, clutching her candy.

"Madam Luther, hand over the tracking device."

Why, indeed?

The screen displayed a navigation route leading to another address.

Then, setting her phone aside, she stepped out of the car as instructed.

"If both Antonio and Miss Tiffany are already in Country E, why would he make such a demand of Madam?"

She quickly assessed the location of the phone booth and sent a brief message to Luke and Ramsey.

The next moment, someone stepped forward, gripped her arm, and guided her into the waiting vehicle.

But everything would have to wait until she returned with Fany.

The closer she got, the more desolate the surroundings became.

Inside the car, Camilla sat with her head bowed, silent.

"If anything comes up that’s difficult to handle, just leave it until we return."

Neither guard seemed surprised—after all, it would be unnatural for a woman not to show fear under such circumstances.

Meanwhile, he ran the detector over Camilla once more, meticulously ensuring nothing else was hidden.

Just as Mr. Antonio had suspected.

"Mrs. Luther, the agreed time is up."

Two men stationed at the entrance immediately stepped forward.

Sinclair had just learned the full details of the call between Antonio and Camilla.

Her face drained of color, Camilla reluctantly retrieved the hairpin concealing the tracker and passed it to the inspecting man.

Camilla lowered her gaze and unfolded the note.

"Understood."

As the imposing gates loomed nearer, obscuring whatever lay beyond, a flicker of icy resolve flashed through her eyes.

Stay sharp, everyone not a single moment of slackness is allowed."

The narrow road stretched empty, her Jeep the only vehicle in sight.

Uncle Carlos understood Camilla’s intention immediately and nodded.

Before long, a little girl around five or six years old, dressed in a school uniform, came running toward her.

Over an hour later, the black Jeep rolled to a stop outside an abandoned munitions factory.

Yet her face remained gentle as she smiled at the little girl.

Thank you."

His endgame hasn’t changed.

"A man asked me to give this to you."

That bastard’s cunning. Good thing we came prepared.

"If anything goes wrong, I’ll hold every one of you accountable."

"Madam has already set off.

Immediately understanding, the other man stepped forward with an electronic signal detector in hand, approaching Camilla.

"With this tracker, the Luther Family will be here soon.

But this also revealed just how wary he was of the Luther Family’s influence.

This time, she went alone—no one accompanied her.

This time, it wasn’t Antonio’s voice—but a rough, unfamiliar male voice.

"Please put down your phone and exit the vehicle within three minutes.

Luke and the others had noticed it too, their jaws tightening in silent frustration.

Inside, five or six identical jeeps were parked in formation, flanked by seven or eight burly men standing at attention.

"We’ll find *you*," the man said, his voice low and deliberate.

Please, come inside."

At their forefront stood a stern-faced middle-aged man.

One of the men led the way while the other followed closely behind her.

The middle-aged man observed her reaction closely, his eyes narrowing.

Suddenly, her foot caught on an uneven patch of ground.

After leaving the prescription behind, Camilla headed straight from the old estate to the address Antonio had provided.

We need to move fast."

This time, everything appeared normal.

"I’ll arrange for someone right away."

Sinclair toyed with the obsidian ring on his finger, his thin lips curling into an inscrutable smile.

"President Luther," Ramsey frowned slightly, unable to mask his confusion as he looked at his boss.

Stand by the phone booth on the right side of the road."

Pulling open the driver’s door, she found the seat empty—only a sleek black phone glowing on the dashboard.

"Of course," The middle-aged man fixed Camilla with a piercing gaze, though his tone remained courteous.

"Just a smokescreen to shake off the Luther Family’s influence.

"Understood."

Using a child as a messenger?

"Madam Luther, please step out of the car."

"Mrs. Luther, if you please."

By the time Camilla arrived at the gates of San Francisco High School, students were already pouring out in waves.

"Where are you? With this many people, how am I supposed to find you?"

Standing in front of the phone booth, Camilla scanned the passing crowd with a guarded expression, her dark eyes sharp and observant.

She crumpled the note and tossed it into the trash before striding toward the designated vehicle.

Without acknowledging them or responding, Camilla strode straight into the munitions factory.

Uncle Carlos knew Sinclair and Camilla were leaving the country, but he assumed the young couple simply needed a break after everything they’d been through.

People and vehicles streamed endlessly past the school gate, an uncountable tide.

"I’m already at the school gate," Camilla replied, her tone icy and flat.

Calvin gave a slight nod to the middle-aged man behind him.

Several jeeps roared to life in unison, leaving the abandoned munitions factory behind as they scattered in different directions.

As Camilla scanned her surroundings, her phone buzzed from inside her bag.

Luke’s expression was grave as he watched the moving coordinates on the screen, his fingers tightening around the earpiece of his communication device.

"Now," she said evenly, "will you take me to Antonio?"

She stood rooted in place, pressing her lips together as a flicker of panic crossed her delicate, porcelain-like face.

Without a flicker of hesitation, Camilla started the engine and sped off.

"Take the third black Jeep parked ahead of you. License plate number..."

Camilla frowned slightly, waiting for him to continue.

His voice was steel.

The men around her assumed she was paralyzed with fear—none of them noticed the fleeting smirk that flickered at the corner of her lips before vanishing.