His fingers tightened slightly on the armrests of his wheelchair, knuckles whitening, yet his expression gradually smoothed into calm indifference.
"As for running into President Luther and his wife—that truly was a coincidence."
Charles Junior, the current heir of the Charles family, had once been his close friend.
After the car accident, it was this so-called "friend" who had arranged for his treatment at this very hospital.
So that was how it was.
Camilla could tell from Stephen's expression that he was speaking the truth.
Her cool eyes turned icy.
Talk about fate bringing enemies face to face.
Sinclair's dark eyes were unreadable, his handsome features betraying little emotion.
"Thank you for the warning, President Mega."
"Even if we aren't friends now, we're at least partners with aligned interests.
No need for formalities, President Luther," Stephen replied, his lips curving slightly as he regarded Sinclair and Camilla.
