Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire Chapter 124: Ramsey, I want you to investigate my wife

Early the next morning, Sinclair stepped out of the bathroom to find Camilla already awake—unusual for her, as she was usually still fast asleep at this hour.

Her long hair cascaded lazily across the pillow, and her beautiful eyes, still hazy with lingering drowsiness, fixed him intently.

"Sinclair—"

Her normally sweet voice carried a husky, sleep-laden softness, exuding an alluring charm.

Sinclair’s heart lted instantly.

He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Did I wake you?"

"No,"

Camilla shook her head, her bare face glowing with a fresh, delicate beauty.

"I just woke up suddenly," she murmured, blinking slowly as her gaze lingered appreciatively over the exposed contours of his broad shoulders, tapered waist, and sculpted abs.

Even after seeing—and experiencing—them countless tis, she still couldn’t get enough.

"What," Sinclair’s lips curved into a smirk.

"Happy with what you see?"

"Extrely happy," Camilla looped her arms around his neck, her eyes crinkling with delight.

"Sinclair, your physique is the most perfect I’ve ever seen!"

Though it was ant as a complint, Sinclair’s expression darkened.

"So, you’ve seen others before?"

He knew her profession as a doctor made it inevitable—examining male patients was routine.

But the thought still left a bitter taste in his mouth.

"Patients are just patients to us doctors—gender doesn’t matter.

As for the rest, I might’ve glanced at an ad or magazine once or twice," Camilla quickly clarified, then added with a playful grin, "But none of them even co close to you."

Leaning in, she pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

"Better now?"

"Not even close," Camilla’s crimson lips had barely parted when Sinclair reclaid them in a possessive kiss that left no room for resistance.

The atmosphere in the room grew even warr, thick with sweetness.

"Camilla," Sinclair murmured as their lips finally separated, his dark eyes smoldering as they lingered on the woman in his arms.

"How about I cancel today’s etings and stay ho with you?"

His voice was low and rough, laced with unspoken aning.

"No need," Camilla’s smile faltered for just a heartbeat before she regained her composure.

"You should go to the office." She needed ti to investigate the matter of the life-bound poison—sothing she couldn’t do easily with him around.

"But," Sinclair reached out, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear with tender care.

"Didn’t you sulk yesterday because I was too focused on work?"

"That’s true," In the man’s slightly narrowed dark eyes, Camilla quickly flashed a coquettish smile.

"But I’m not a child anymore—I can’t be that selfish.

Who knows how many people at Luther Corporation are waiting for you?"

The employees of Luther Corporation: ... Ma’am, no one is.

"Is that so?"

Sinclair gazed at Camilla, a shadow of sothing unreadable flickering deep in his eyes.

"That’s one reason," Camilla said, her captivating eyes lifting slightly as she pouted playfully.

"But the main reason is, we stayed up so late again last night because of you. I’m still a little tired and need to rest properly."

Sweetheart was frighteningly perceptive.

To convince him, most of what she said had to be true.

"Alright," Sinclair replied, his expression gentle, though his long, dark eyes remained inscrutable, betraying neither joy nor displeasure.

"Then get so proper rest."

Camilla nodded obediently.

"Co ho early tonight, I’ll be waiting for you."

"Mmm."

Sinclair leaned down and pressed a kiss to Camilla’s forehead before heading toward the dressing room.

His steps remained unhurried, his deanor composed—as though he fully believed her words.

The dim corridor lights cast half his strikingly handso face in shadow, the other half barely illuminated, rendering his expression inscrutable.

Inside the room, Camilla exhaled slightly at the sight of the empty space—only for her heart to clench again.

In the past, she would have longed to stay by Sinclair’s side every mont.

But not now. She had to use every second she had to resolve the matter of the life-bound curse.

—— Inside the black Cayenne, Sinclair sat in the back seat but didn’t imdiately order Ramsey to drive off.

He pulled a cigarette from his pocket, placed it between his lips, and lit it with a flick of his lighter.

Taking a deep drag, he exhaled slowly, the ashen smoke curling around him.

Through the haze, his dark eyes remained fixed in the direction of the estate.

Only when the cigarette had burned halfway down did he finally look away, his voice cool and detached.

"Find out where Camilla went yesterday, who she t, and what happened."

"Mrs. Camilla?"

Ramsey’s heart skipped a beat, his grip on the steering wheel tightening instinctively.

Had Mr. Sinclair noticed sothing?!

He glanced up at the rearview mirror, trying to read Sinclair’s expression.

The man leaned back in his seat, wisps of smoke curling from his lips, shrouding half his face in an elusive haze.

"What is it?"

Sinclair’s sharp, narrow eyes suddenly narrowed further, piercing through the mirror to pin Ramsey in place.

"Didn’t catch what I said?"

His voice, slightly hoarse, gave nothing away—yet an unspoken pressure weighed heavily in the air.

"...No, sir," Ramsey stiffened, forcing composure as he averted his gaze.

"It’s just... unexpected, that’s all."

Sinclair turned his attention back to the window, the glow of his cigarette flickering between his fingers.

His gaze remained distant, unfocused. One cigarette after another, he smoked without pause—all the way to Luther Corporation, the embers never quite dying out.

"One more thing," Just as Ramsey’s nerves were stretched to the breaking point, Sinclair’s voice cut through the silence again.

"Find a top-tier dical expert and bring them to Luther Corporation. I have questions for them."

A dical expert?!

Ramsey’s pupils constricted sharply, his hand jerking involuntarily against the steering wheel. **

"HONK—"*

* The blaring horn snapped him back to reality.

"Ramsey." Sinclair narrowed his eyes, his piercing gaze stripping away any pretense of concealnt.

"Are you keeping sothing from ?!"

The simple question turned Ramsey’s throat dry, his breath hitching as if the air had thickened.

"I—I was just overthinking things," he stamred, biting the tip of his tongue to steady himself before bowing slightly.

"Seeing you investigating Madam again and now hiring a new doctor... it made jump to conclusions."

"Mr. Sinclair," he continued, forcing himself to et Sinclair’s gaze while suppressing the panic clawing at his chest.

Seizing the thod Camilla had taught him, he deftly redirected the conversation toward him.

"Is there sothing wrong with Madam’s identity?"

"Baseless rumors," Sinclair’s voice grew noticeably colder, though he neither confird nor denied the suspicion.

"After all these years, is this how I’ve taught you to behave?"

"My apologies, President Luther," Ramsey’s tone was heavy, but inwardly, he felt an inexplicable sense of relief.

Being reprimanded by the president was far better than being doubted by him. Madam’s thod had indeed worked.

anwhile, at the Luther Family Manor.

"Madam," Luke handed a stack of docunts to Camilla, his voice solemn.

"These are all the records we have on the Life-Linked poison" Most of Ramsey’s subordinates were directly loyal to Sinclair.

If they were sent to investigate the Life-Linked poison, Sinclair would likely find out before long. Luke was different.

Sinclair had already handed over himself and all his n to her.

In other words, unless sothing extraordinary happened, they would take orders from her alone—even Sinclair’s commands would co second.

That was precisely why she had reassigned Luke to investigate the matter of the Life-Linked poison.

"This little?"

Camilla stared at the few thin sheets of paper in her hand, her delicate brows knitting tightly together.

"There’s very little recorded about this type of poison," Luke said with a grim nod.

"Everything we’ve managed to dig up so far is right here."

"Understood."

Camilla trusted Luke’s competence.

"Have the teams sent to the ethnic groups and regions known for making the poison?"

She wasn’t counting on these docunts alone to fully understand the poison.

The real priority was finding soone who knew about it—and could break its curse.

"They set out before dawn.

We should receive word by evening," Luke reported truthfully.

"Though so areas are extrely remote—it might take a couple more days."

Camilla nodded in understanding before lowering her head to examine the docunts in her hands.

The life-link poison was one of the more advanced and peculiar poisons.

Those afflicted by it would share life and death alike.

The next line made Camilla’s fingers tighten around the paper, her entire aura turning ice-cold. ——

Elsewhere.

"What did you say?"

A woman’s shrill, hysterical voice suddenly pierced the air.