Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 49: With you by my side I am fine

Good girl?

A tremble seized Camilla's heart.

This form of address was only heard by her when Sinclair was passionately in love in the previous life.

"I want to get up now."

"It's too early," Sinclair slightly exerted his arm's strength, drawing his tender and soft wife into his embrace.

"Rest a bit more." His drowsy and hoarse voice, carrying a beguiling charm, was brewing beside Camilla's ear.

"Sweetheart," Something suddenly occurred to Camilla.

"I got drunk last night... I can't remember what I did... what I said."

The effects of last night's alcohol had completely dissipated, and the sober her didn't want to recall her own 'courting death' behavior the previous evening.

"You can't remember?" Sinclair's hand gently rubbed Camilla's back, his narrow eyes slightly narrowed, his tone ambiguous.

"Do you even remember the words of love you once said to me?"

There was a slight force in his touch, his voice deep and low.

"Love, should I help you remember?"

"No, there is no need," Camilla swiftly placed her hand over the man's lips, fearing that he would repeat what she had said the day before.

Her beautiful eyes misted over with a touch of panic.

"I suddenly recalled everything," She said in a coquettish whisper.

"That wasn't a drunk ramble, those were my heartfelt words, I won't forget."

She just didn't expect that she would inadvertently voice those under the influence of alcohol.

Heartfelt words? Sinclair was obviously amused by her words.

His normally indifferent eyes began to soften. He gently removed Camilla's little hand from his lips and gave her a kiss.

Camilla was snuggled in Sinclair's arms like a kitten, calling out in her soft voice.

"Sweetheart, I feel sleepy again, I think I'll sleep a bit more."

"Alright,"

There came a deep chuckle from the man above her, his hand gently comforting the back of her head.

"Sleep."

Time was running late, and she had said this only to avoid the topic at hand. But in the man's embrace, inhaling his calming and cool scent, she unwittingly fell asleep once again.

Yet, there was a sense of clarity in Sinclair's eyes. Since his mother died, no one had ever claimed to love him.

His arms were wrapped around her, his heart finally no longer felt so empty. Upon thinking of this, Sinclair clenched his arm around Camilla.

If he had known it would be like this.

This marital agreement should have been performed earlier.

After all, this feeling was not bad. -- Grandpa Luther's residence.

"Boss," Uncle Carlos quickly approached grandpa Luther who was talking with his hand.

"Our people have found out that the old Mr. Rodriguez appeared in the capital of paris two years ago."

"Paris?"

Grandpa Luther paused slightly with the chess piece in his hand.

He lifted his head in an instant, his profound eyes filled with excitement.

"Immediately increase manpower to investigate along this line." "Don't worry, it has been arranged,"

Uncle Carlos nodded, then asked, "What about Camilla..."

"For Camilla, let's keep it a secret for now,"

Grandpa Luther sighed and said in a deep voice, "Let's tell her when we find her grandfather, so she won't get her hopes up and feel even more heartbroken."

Grandpa Luther indeed loves Camilla dearly.

Uncle Carlos understood Grandpa Luther's kind intentions and nodded.

"Yes, I understand."

"By the way," Grandpa Luther suddenly thought of something. He put down the chess piece in his hand and looked at Uncle Carlos.

"Is the gift I prepared for Camilla on the day of the birthday banquet ready yet?"

This gift was a token he had prepared long ago for his daughter-in-law.

Nothing could be more fitting than presenting it at the birthday banquet.

"Rest assured," Uncle Carlos said with a chuckle, nodding his head.

"It's all prepared according to your instruction."

"Very well, very well," Grandpa Luther nodded in satisfaction.

This gift.

It was enough for everyone to see the approval and importance the Luther's family attached to Camilla their new madam.

Inside a Sanchez family villa.

San Francisco's Elite, Luna Family's Roman is Seeking New Love.

Breaking News!! Roman New Girlfriend is of Extraordinary Status, Possible Tie-up Between Affluent Families!!

Moving in Together? Luna Family's Big Event is Approaching!!

Below these headlines were images captured at an obscure angle, as if taken from a hidden corner.

They featured Clara, dressed to the nines in either side-profile or a view of her back.

Those familiar with her could recognize her instantly.

"The pictures came out nicely," Victoria looked at the trending topics with satisfaction, a smile beaming across her face.

"It seems our money was well spent." Clara looked at her image in the picture, joy welling up, but it was mixed with a touch of caution. She turned to look at Augustine.

"Dad, the Luna Family won't know we're behind this, will they?"

"Don't worry," Augustine reassured her with a calm demeanor.

"Even if they suspect, they will not be able to find any evidence.

Because he has already destroyed all the evidence. Including the people.

Only then did Clara feel relieved and nod her head, a slight curve forming on her red lips. "That's good then."

The rumor has already been spread, but the Luna Family has not denied it up to now.

This means that she, as Mrs. Luna, has secured her position. With this in mind, Clara's eyes were filled with satisfaction and pride.

What if Camilla marries into the Luther Family? From the extent to which he went after Roman, it's evident that Sinclair is indeed as brutal as the rumors suggest.

Camilla will not have any good days after marrying him.

From this perspective, she is much luckier than Camilla.

While Clara was lost in her thoughts, Augustine's voice was heard.

"There are only a few days until the Grandpa of the Luther's family birthday feast, it's time to sort out Camilla's matter."

He narrowed his eyes, continuing to speak.

"I will visit the Luther Family in the next few days to deliver the contract for the hospital and the courtyard.

At the same time, it will be a good opportunity for me to show my face at their place."

Thinking about the extra money spent on the acquisition of the hospital and the courtyard, Victoria's face turned sour again.

However, Clara suddenly smiled and spoke.

"Dad, I'll go with you."

She wanted to see personally how Camilla was doing.

Also, she wanted to tell Camilla in person that she would soon be marrying into the Luna Family.

"Humph," Luna's wife, while looking at the trending news, let out a sardonic laugh with a gloomy expression.

"The Sanchez family is really taking great pains to climb up to our dear Roman"

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"Let them make a fuss," Mr. Luna wasn't concerned at all and appeared indifferent.

"The result is something that we want anyway."

"Humph," Despite trying to suppress it, Mrs. Luna uttered a disgruntled hum from the bottom of her heart, her lips pursed.

Her displeasure was palpable.

"If it weren't for Roman's mishap, I would never have agreed to associate with a declining household like the Sanchez family.

Clara should take a good look at herself in the mirror."

She grits her teeth, her face filled with resentment. "After all, all this is the damn Luther Family's fault!"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Luna tenses his lips, his expression even more gloomy.

As he prepares to say something, the housekeeper bursts in anxiously from outside.

"Sir, Madam!" "What's the matter, why the panic?"

Mr. Luna looks impatient, his face showing clear annoyance.

"There's news from City N, your first son and his wife have had a car accident."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Luna's eyes widen and his face instantly darkens.

"What did you say?!" The butler, trembling, repeats his earlier words.

Mrs. Luna's mind whirls as if a bomb has gone off in her head.

Her pupils shrink, and her face turns pale. "What is their condition now?!"

The butler wipes the cold sweat from his forehead in a fluster.

"They've been rushed to the emergency room, the specific situation is still unclear."

Before he can finish speaking, the phone in the living room rings again.

"Ding dong--"

"Ding dong--"

The telephone rings, echoing through the living room.

Mr. Luna tries to move, but his feet seem glued to the floor.

Mrs. Luna stands frozen, her face ghastly pale as if she hasn't heard the phone ringing at all.

The steward hastily strides forward and answers the call.

Swallowing nervously, he glances at Mr. Luna after he hangs up the phone, a panicked look on his face, seems to confirm Mr. Luna's ominous sense of foreboding.

"Speak, what happened?" The steward, trembling slightly, begins to speak.

"The second and third young mistresses... also had a minor accident... They are both injured, but fortunately, in no danger to their lives."

Mr. Luna's eyes widen in shock, his body swaying in place before collapsing onto the sofa.

"How can this be mere coincidence? It can't be!" Mrs. Luna's stunned gaze reveals her disbelief, her face so pale it defies description.

"Mr. Luna, someone must be out to bring down our Luna Family, wanting to end our bloodline!!"

The phrase "end our bloodline" caused a flicker of understanding in Mr. Luna's mind.

Could it be that the Luther Family are acting two-faced, unwilling to let their Luna Family go?! "Investigate!"

His face turned an ashen color as he stared at the butler, his eyes bright red as he commanded.

"Send out all hands, we must find out who the puppeteer behind the scenes is!!"

If it was indeed the Luther Family, he absolutely would not let this matter rest!! "Yes!"

The flustered butler quickly retreated. Luther, Family Manor. In the expansive study.

"Mr. Luther," Ramsey walked in.

"Two batches of people have been intercepted and are being kept in the basement."

"I wonder what kind of expression Jonathan would wear if he knew the true identity of Margaret?"

Sinclair played with the teacup in his hand, smiling without reaching his eyes, radiating a dark and assertive dominance all around him.

"It must be very interesting."

Ramsey ducked his head, not daring to say anything.

Sir and that person could never be commented upon by their subordinates, no matter how bad they might be.

"Detain her first," Sinclair's deep and cold voice echoed again.

"When the time is right, present her as a gift to the Porter family."

Give her to the Porter family?! It seemed that Mr. Luther was not planning to give any face at all. Ramsey nodded.

"Yes."

At this moment, a servant's voice came from outside the door.

"Boss, your wife has awakened."

Ramsey kept his head down without moving, but his brows slightly furrowed.

Why would they tell Mr. Luther about the trivial matter of the madam waking up?

"I see."

Sinclair rose from the couch, taking long strides towards the exit. Ramsey: ?? He curled the corner of his lips.

It seemed that the affairs of the lady of the house were no small matters in Mr. Luther's eyes.

"In an hour, prepare the car to go to the company."

"Yes," Ramsey nodded, following Sinclair out. Camilla, in her casual attire, sat on the couch.

"Sweetheart," Upon seeing Sinclair, she immediately stood up, welcoming him with a smile.

"I thought you'd gone to the company."

Ramsey surreptitiously curled the corner of his lips again.

He also thought that by this time, Mr. Luther, should be at the company.

"No urgent work to attend to," Sinclair looked at Camilla, the coldness in his eyes softened into warmth.

"I'll go later." What else does he have to be busy with?! Camilla's temples twitched.

He's busier than a one-legged man!! Seeing that the two were oblivious to his presence, Ramsey, wisely withdrew.

"Sweetheart, are you hungry?"

Camilla's eyes were soft. "I'll go make you some food, it'll be quick!"

As she spoke, she turned to head towards the kitchen.

"No need," Sinclair grabbed Camilla's hand, his dark eyes slightly squinted.

"Are your arms not tired?"

Camilla was stunned: His tone was so casual, but she felt it was damn ambiguous.

However, her arms did ache.

Sinclair's mouth curled up in a slight smile.

"I'll do it."