Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 246: Where is Camilla?

"Sir,"

The assistant handed over the documents with a solemn expression.

"Here’s what you requested."

Samson exhaled a plume of smoke, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took the file and flipped through it.

"Excellent,"

A smirk curled on his lips, his gaze brimming with greed.

"With this, by tonight, I’ll have every right to take over everything from the Luther Family’s main lineage."

The assistant nodded, a pleased smile spreading across his face.

If Samson could rise to power within the Luther Family’s inner circle, he too would benefit from the newfound influence.

"What about the person we demanded?"

Samson walked back to his leather armchair, his piercing eyes fixed on the assistant.

"Has the Porter family delivered?"

That old fox from the Porter family wanted him to take the lead while reaping the rewards himself.

A clever scheme—but one he had no intention of playing along with.

"They’re here,"

The assistant gave a nod.

"The man leading them, Mr. Norris, is waiting downstairs."

Samson took a deep drag from his cigar, exhaling a slow stream of smoke before speaking in a measured tone.

"Have him brought up."

"Yes, sir."

The assistant bowed slightly and dialed the secretary in the lounge.

Soon, a grim-faced man was escorted into the room.

Norris?"

Samson’s hand, holding the cigarette, paused mid-air, his eyes widening in surprise.

"You’re actually from the Porter family?!"

Being around the same age as Jonathan, Norris had often trailed behind him in their younger days.

Naturally, Samson was quite familiar with this trusted subordinate of Jonathan’s.

"That’s right,"

Norris settled onto the sofa across from Samson, his expression dark and unreadable.

"Aren’t you the same, Mr. Luther?"

"Of course not," Samson retorted, his face darkening in an instant.

"My relationship with the Porter family is purely business."

"Business or not, you’re still a traitor to the Luther Family.

Arguing about it is pointless," Norris said coldly, his brow furrowed as he glared at Samson.

"What we should be discussing now is how to deal with the people in the Luther Family’s home," he pressed, urgency lacing his tone.

"You know better than I do—though Grandpa from the Luther Family has fallen, the loyal father-son duo from the Porter family and the Luther bloodline’s forces won’t be easy to handle."

Samson’s eyes flashed with displeasure.

Clearly, he didn’t appreciate being spoken to in such a blunt manner by someone who had once served him loyally.

"Norris, watch your tone!"

Norris caught the warning in Samson’s gaze, a flicker of icy resentment passing through his own eyes.

But for now, he had to swallow his anger—Camilla and Sinclair’s lives were at stake, and time was running out.

"I apologize, Mr. Luther. I only wanted to help you secure that position as soon as possible."

Samson’s anger dissipated instantly at Naomi Norris’s final words.

"Go on.

What’s your plan?"

—— The Luther Family Estate.

"Grandpa," Ramsey entered with Dr. Alex in tow. Grandpa Luther was engaged in a game of chess with Uncle Carlos when he looked up, a faint trace of surprise crossing his face at the sight of his visitor.

"Dr. Alex?

What brings you here?"

*I didn’t want to come, but I had no choice.*

Though the thought flashed through Dr. Alex’s mind, his expression remained unreadable.

"I’m here to administer your acupuncture."

Setting down his chess piece, grandpa studied Ramsey with a probing gaze, his deep-set eyes sharp with suspicion.

"Where’s Camilla?"

Uncle Carlos also frowned, his eyes fixed on Ramsey.

"Madam is occupied with urgent matters and couldn’t get away," Ramsey replied, keeping his head slightly lowered to avoid their scrutiny.

"That’s why she specifically asked Dr. Alex to handle today’s session.

She’s already thoroughly instructed him on the procedure—you can rest assured."

"Teach him?"

Dr. Alex’s lips twitched slightly.

The truth was, he’d been left alone to practice an entire page of needle techniques on a simulation dummy for half a day.

Still, the techniques were genuinely profound, so it wasn’t a complete waste of time.

Ramsey maintained a calm facade, but deep down, he wasn’t entirely confident he could fool his grandfather and father.

After all, these two had watched him grow up—they knew him inside out.

Sure enough, Uncle Carlos studied Ramsey closely, his brow furrowing.

"I see,"

Grandfather Luther picked up his teacup and took a slow sip before turning his gaze back to Ramsey, a knowing glint in his eyes.

"Take Dr. Alex to the lounge and wait. Your father and I will join you once we finish this game."

Relieved that Grandpa hadn’t pressed further, Ramsey exhaled subtly.

"Understood!" Without missing a beat, he half-guided, half-dragged Dr. Alex is out of the room.

Grandpa Luther casually placed a black chess piece on the rear position of the board.

"What do you think, Carlos?"

Uncle Carlos knew grandpa wasn’t asking about the game.

Madam took the Mr. Sinclair’s health is very serious, handling every detail personally.

Unless it was something critically important, she would never entrust the task of administering his acupuncture to anyone else.

And for madam, something critically important could only mean one thing.

At this thought, Uncle Carlos’s eyes darkened. Boss Sinclair?!

Grandpa Luther observed the shift in Uncle Carlos’s expression and spoke slowly.

"Seems we’re on the same page."

His wise, deep-set eyes narrowed slightly as he studied the chessboard before him.

"Go find out if that rascal has gotten himself into trouble."

"Yes, sir!"

Uncle Carlos gave a respectful nod and turned to leave.

Then the old man’s voice sounded again.

"Wait."

Uncle Carlos paused, inclining his head respectfully.

"Is there anything else you require, Grandpa?"

The Grandpa Luther’s voice carried an icy undercurrent, deep and unfathomable.

"Reinforce the hidden security around the estate."

At this, Uncle Carlos’s expression tightened. "Do you suspect someone might take advantage of the situation to target the estate?"

He couldn’t fathom who in the entire capital would dare—or even have the audacity—to attempt such a thing.

"Better safe than sorry,"

Grandpa Luther replied, his gaze steady, his tone deceptively calm.

"No matter what, I won’t allow anyone to use this worthless old life of mine to drag those two children down."

"Understood."

Uncle Carlos nodded solemnly before turning to leave.

Grandpa Luther picked up a black chess piece from the table and placed it deliberately behind a white one.

Then, with measured steps, he rose and made his way toward the study.

Only the stark contrast of black and white remained on the chessboard in the courtyard.

The black pieces appeared scattered at first glance, but a broader view revealed their deliberate, strategic placement.

Every move was calculated.

The white pieces, on the other hand, were trapped the moment they made a move.

Elsewhere. Sinclair, clad in a bathrobe, gently placed the flushed and breathless Camilla back onto the bed. freёnovelkiss.com

"Still think," he murmured in a husky voice, toweling the droplets of water from her skin, "that I’m not up to the task?"

Camilla’s dazed, watery eyes glared at his handsome face, her pearly teeth sinking into her plush lower lip as she stubbornly refused to yield.

An angered Sinclair was like a relentless demon, determined to wring every last drop from her.

Even her tearful pleas hadn’t spared her. How infuriating!

Unbeknownst to her, the delicate vulnerability in her expression only made her more irresistible—begging to be ravaged.

"Not talking?"

Sinclair’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile as his slender, pale fingers traced the delicate curve of her waist, his dark eyes unreadable.

"Seems like Camilla still isn’t satisfied."

"I am!"

"Very satisfied!"

"Extremely satisfied!"

Afraid he might torment her further, Camilla quickly clung to his arm, her voice softening in surrender.

"Sweetheart, we should get to business now."

Starting today, she would engrave a crucial lesson in her mind—

Never, ever question a man’s prowess.