Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire Chapter 33: pleading for their son’s release

"You --"

The expression on Mr. Luna's face darkened steadily.

He thought that Sinclair would not give him a face and would strictly punish Roman.

Or use Roman's issue to bleed Luna Group's money.

But he never expected that he wouldn't even be able to enter the Luther Family's door.

Rembering that he, Mr. Luna lived a more than halfway glorious life and had never been treated this way before.

However, thinking of the god of plague inside the manor, Mr. Luna gritted his teeth and swallowed all the harsh words.

The rcenaries remained solemn, without any changes in their expressions.

"If you're not allowing us in, at least let them in, right?"

Driven by an urgency, Mada Luna thought of Augustine's and his wife's identity, imdiately pulling them in front of the rcenaries.

"This is your lady's close uncle and aunt, do you want to stop them too?"

Augustine and Victoria were startled by Mada Luna's actions. Regaining their composure, they could only muster up a smile towards the rcenaries.

"I'm Augustine Sanchez, this is my wife, Victoria Sanchez."

Augustine tried to stay as normal as possible.

"Indeed, we are the maternal uncles and aunts of your lady.

We have co to et Mr. Luther for matters concerning her."

Roman, who offended Camilla, wasn't wrong to say so.

Yet, it remains uncertain whether the Luther Family will give face to them or not.

Victoria nodded in agreent.

The Lady's uncles and aunts? Molly had instructed earlier that matters pertaining to the Lady required utmost attention.

The rcenary gazed at Augustin and Victoria for a mont before slowly speaking.

"Please wait a mont.

I will have soone report your arrival." During his talk, he winked at another rcenary not far away.

The latter nodded and promptly entered the manor.

Mr.Luna's expression remained unchanged, yet he studied Augustin and his wife longer, his eyes filled with deep contemplation.

Mrs. Luna was full of anxiety, yet there was a glimr of hope in her eyes.

Shortly after, The rcenary who had entered before, erged and nodded.

"Open the gates, let them in."

Upon hearing this, Augustine and Victoria secretly breathed a sigh of relief, stealing a glance at Mr. Luna and his wife.

The matter of Roman offending the Luther Family was also Clara's responsibility.

If she couldn't provide any help, the Sanchez family would definitely not let it go afterward.

Luckily, the Luther Family was willing to save face, but it was unclear if Camilla gave the orders.

Mr. Luna and Madam Luna quickly walked in, followed closely by Augustin and his wife.

The group, led by the servant, entered the living room.

In the vast living room, only Uncle Carlos was waiting with a smile on his face.

The expressions on the faces of a few people like Mr. Luna changed.

"Mr. Sanchez, Mrs. Sanchez," After Uncle Carlos nodded slightly to Mr. and Mrs. Augustin, he looked at Mr. and Mrs. Luna with obvious surprise in his eyes.

"I wonder why Mr. and Mrs. Luna is also here?"

This old fox!! Mr. Luna knew that Uncle Carlos was asking knowingly, but he dared not show it.

"My youngest son has been disrespectful, unintentionally affronting Mrs. Luther today," He wore an apologetic smile on his face, maintaining a very humble deanor.

"We can only trouble Mr. and Mrs. Sanchez accompanies us to apologize to Mr. Luther and Mrs. Luther."

Mr. and Mrs. Sanchez, following the conversation, nodded. "That's correct, indeed."

"So that's how it is," Uncle Carlos appeared to suddenly understand, but then his brows furrowed again.

"However, sadly you're late Mr. Luna, CEO Luther and his wife have already retired to rest."

He stated softly with a smile,

"Please co again tomorrow."

Before he finished speaking, a sharp voice rang out.

No way!" Mrs. Luna, visibly agitated, stood up from the sofa and glared at Uncle Carlos.

"We have to see Mr. Luther today!!" Sinclair is cold-blooded, ruthless, a man who can kill without blinking an eye.

By tomorrow, she doesn't even know if her son would still be alive.

"Mrs. Luna," Uncle Carlos paused, the smile on his face gradually fading.

"This is the Luther Family, not the Luna Family."

"Butler Carlos, we have co this ti with full sincerity and apology," Mr. Luna shot a warning glance at Lady Luna before smiling at Uncle Carlos.

"Could you please inform Mr. Luther and Mrs. Luther of our arrival."

"Mr. Luna, I wish I could help," Uncle Carlos returned the smile, although his wise eyes were void of any amusent.

"But I am just a servant, and I dare not disturb the master's rest."

He looked at Mr. and Mrs. Augustin once.

"To let you in, I already broke the rules."

The veins on Mr. Luna's forehead was twitching.

But he knew that in the Luther Family, Uncle Carlos is akin to a pseudo-master, so he had no choice but to suppress his anger.

"Then we will wait here, until Mr. and Mrs. Luther is willing to see us."

"Please make yourself comfortable, the Luther Family can afford to provide tea," Uncle Carlos said gently.

"I still have many other chores to take care of, I can't accompany you any longer."

As he spoke, he nodded slightly and retreated.

"He's just a steward, acting high and mighty because he can!"

Mrs. Luna watched Uncle Carlos's receding figure, her fists clenched tightly, and her slightly red eyes were full of hatred.

Mr. Luna was also infuriated to an extre, yet still keeping a trace of rationality.

"This is the Luther Family, don't talk nonsense!"

Madam Luna bit her lip tightly and didn't say a word.

If it weren't for her son, why would she have to bear with all this insult?

Thinking of Roman, she felt an intense heartache, even breathing was difficult.

"Mr. Luna, Madam Luna," Victoria spoke cautiously.

"We've brought you into the Luther ho, we can't help with the rest, so we'll leave first and wait for your good news."

That's not her son.

She didn't have the patience to wait here.

"If you dare to leave, just try it!" Mrs. Luna glared at Victoria and her companion, grinding her teeth in anger.

"My son is in trouble, and that little girl Clara is mostly to bla."

Her reddened eyes were filled with fury. "And what about you?

Weren't you always saying how close you were with Mrs. Luther, after she spent many years by your side?

"You used this as an excuse to get close to our Luna Family, and what happened? She won't even take your calls."

The more Lady Luna spoke, the angrier she beca, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"If my son is hard, I will never let you go!"

Mr. Luna remained silent, looking at the shadow of malice over the faces of Mr. and Mrs. Augustine.

Victoria sunk back into the couch, stuttering and too afraid to say anything. Augustine also looked gloomy. --

Inside the dimly lit basent. Sinclair stood in the half-shadowed light, his exquisite features appeared surreal.

His expression was sombre and deep, with malice swirling around him.

In his pronounced bones of his hand, he held a handkerchief, leisurely wiping off the traces of blood from his fist.

In front of him lay more than twenty mangled n.

Roman was among them. Covered in wounds, his life hanging by a thread.

The dense scent of blood seemingly enveloped the room in a crimson haze, just like a human hellscape.

Just then, Ramsey walked in.

"CEO Luther, Mada is here."

Sinclair slightly paused his action of cleaning but imdiately resud his usual deanor.

"Let her in."