Rebirth Swapped Bride: Married to a Ruthless Cursed billionaire Book2 Chapter 4: Another woman with the name Camilla

"Mr. Andrea."

Mr. Harrison’s voice, low and smooth, ca through the phone.

"How are things progressing on Sinclair’s end?"

"Don’t worry," Mr. Andrea replied, his deep-set eyes shadowed with intensity.

"Everything has been arranged exactly as you instructed.

We’re just waiting for your signal."

"Mr. Andrea, I know you’re harboring resentnt," Mr. Harrison remarked, catching the edge in Mr. Andrea’s tone and responding with a cold chuckle.

"But don’t forget—this plan isn’t just for the Harrison family’s sake."

Though Mr. Andrea bristled at Mr. Harrison’s condescending tone, his expression remained stony.

"We can’t gather intel from inside the estate.

Acting recklessly could alert them prematurely," Mr. Harrison continued, his voice deceptively gentle, though his eyes glead with icy calculation.

"But the mont they step outside—strike imdiately."

His words dropped to a near whisper.

"Andrea, you can have your reservations about , but since we’ve chosen to work together, we absolutely cannot let any of them survive."

At this point, Andrea had no choice but to agree.

The mont the call ended, his composure shattered.

Calvin muttered curses under his breath, directing his fury at Mr. Harrison and the Harrison family.

Suddenly, soone rushed in through the door.

"Sir, we have a problem—several recently signed contracts have fallen through.

All the advanced funds are unrecoverable."

"What? How could this happen?!"

Andrea leapt to his feet in shock.

"Quick!

Gather everyone for an ergency eting—right now, imdiately!"

anwhile, trouble was brewing at Harrison Corporation’s headquarters as well.

But due to Mr. Harrison’s position, the news hadn’t reached him yet.

Everything unfolding carried an ominous sense of impending disaster. Elsewhere.

"President Luther," Ramsey’s voice was icy and grave.

"We’ve tracked down Harrison’s whereabouts."

Sinclair exhaled a plu of smoke, the corners of his lips curling slightly.

"Pass the order.

It’s ti to move."

His obsidian-dark eyes churned with a terrifying ferocity.

They only had one day—and so did he.

Any longer, and his patience would wear thin.

"Understood!" Ramsey knew exactly what those two words—*move out*—entailed.

Calvin imdiately left to make preparations.

Soon enough, Andrea and Mr. Harrison received word that Sinclair and Camilla had left with their n, and both swiftly issued kill orders.

anwhile, Alston, who had been keeping tabs from the shadows, also got wind of the news.

"So the Harrison and the Algrea have already made their move?"

"Yes," the man nodded.

"Sinclair and Camilla are heading to a coastal hotel on the outskirts of the city.

Harrison and Algrea are just waiting for the right mont to strike."

"This can’t be as straightforward as it seems.

We’d better tread carefully."

Easton recalled those pitch-black, fathomless eyes of Sinclair, a flicker of wariness flashing in his own gaze as he spoke in a low, grave voice.

"Keep a close watch.

The mont you sense anything amiss, intervene imdiately.

Sinclair and Camilla must be eliminated—no exceptions."

"Understood."

The skies above the City appeared as clear and tranquil as ever, yet only those positioned high enough could discern the undercurrents of turbulence lurking beneath the surface.

One misstep, and they’d be swallowed whole.

Inside the exclusive VIP suite of a top-tier club in the City.

" Harrison," A long-haired man stared in disbelief at Harrison, who had an arm draped around a woman, and ventured cautiously, "You’re really leaving Harrison Corporation’s headquarters... ?"

"Shut the hell up about that. I’m in no mood for this crap right now."

Harrison downed his drink in one gulp, his expression darkening to a venomous degree.

Ever since crossing paths with Sinclair and Camilla, it was as if he’d been cursed—misfortune dogging his every step.

First, he’d been humiliated at the auction, then that old man Thomas had played him for a fool, sparking a scandal.

Now, he’d been forced to kneel in apology, surrender thirty percent of the family’s shares, and even had his engagent with the Bernardo family called off.

"Damn it!!"

Harrison’s rage boiled over as he hurled his glass onto the marble floor, shattering it instantly.

The woman beside him flinched, letting out a startled scream before scrambling away, hands clutching her head.

The private room fell deathly silent.

Every pair of eyes locked onto Harrison.

The long-haired man was the first to snap out of it, shooting a glance at the frightened woman.

"Camilla, what are you standing around for?

Pour Harrison another drink."

Given Harrison’s preferences, they had specifically arranged for a San Francisco woman to accompany him.

"Y-yes, right away."

Camilla stole a nervous glance at Harrison’s stormy expression before carefully picking up the bottle and refilling his glass.

With a forced smile, she offered it to him.

"Harrison—" "What’s your na?"

The woman blinked in surprise but answered promptly.

"Camilla."

"Camilla?"

Harrison tugged at his collar, his expression darkening.

"Persistent little thing, aren’t you?"

"Please, Mr. Harrison, do this favor," Camilla said, forcing a sweet smile despite the icy malice in his eyes that sent a shiver down her spine.

A bespectacled young man stepped in just then, trying to ease the tension.

"Harrison, when a beauty offers you a drink, you don’t refuse."

With a scoff, Harrison snatched the glass and downed it in one gulp.

The room collectively exhaled in relief—until his mocking, frigid voice cut through the montary calm.

"Camilla, huh? Pretty na.

I gave you face just now.

Now it’s your turn to return the favor."

He arched a brow, gesturing toward the freshly opened bottle of red wine on the table.

"Get on your knees and drink this.

The whole thing."

"On my knees?"

Camilla’s smile froze.

Desperate, she glanced at the long-haired man and the others, silently pleading for help.

The long-haired man and his companions exchanged glances, sensing Harrison’s foul mood, and wisely kept their mouths shut.

Just so woman—if it helped Harrison blow off steam, whatever he wanted to do was fine by them.

The won in their arms continued to smile and play along, though an involuntary flicker of shared sorrow flashed in their eyes.

"What’s the matter?"

Harrison sneered, grabbing Camilla by her hair as he noticed her expression.

"Didn’t you hear ?"

"I—I did," Camilla stamred, knowing full well she couldn’t afford to defy him.

"I’ll kneel... I’ll kneel right now."

With a cold snort, Harrison released her.

Gritting her teeth against the overwhelming humiliation, Camilla slowly lowered herself onto the marble floor before him.

Shards of broken glass pierced her knees, sending a sharp pain shooting through her.

She sucked in a breath, her face contorting in agony.

But one glance at Harrison’s icy expression told her she had no choice but to endure.

"Good girl," Harrison said lazily, picking up the freshly opened bottle of red wine from the table and handing it to her before settling back into the couch.

"Drink."

"Y-yes..."

Camilla trembled from the pain, but she had no choice but to raise the glass and gulp down the wine.

In her haste, rivulets of alcohol spilled down her chin, soaking her clothes, while so splattered onto the floor.

"Mr. Harrison...

I-I’ve finished it," she stamred.

Harrison watched the scene, his mind replacing the woman’s face with Camilla’s.

The venom in his eyes was unmistakable.

"Open another bottle for her."

At his command, soone imdiately stepped forward and uncorked a fresh bottle of red wine.

Harrison glared down at the woman, his thoughts consud by the disdainful look Camilla Luther had once given him.

His expression darkened further.

"Drink."

"Mr. Harrison, I... I really can’t drink anymore..."