Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire Chapter 15: Thin line between life and death

The room before my eyes, was in utter chaos. Shattered furniture was scattered everywhere, along with rcenaries bearing nurous wounds.

The harsh, tallic sll of blood added an eerie and terrifying ambiance to the entire room.

Standing in the center of the room was Sinclair, dressed in a black shirt.

His god-like handso face flickered under the room's lighting, manifesting a sickly pallor.

However, his narrowed eyes, which were locked onto Camilla's, were a stunning blood-red.

The whole person exuded a chillingly icy killing intent, looking like a carnivorous beast eyeing its prey.

Witnessing the ill Sinclair once again, Camilla's eyes stung, her heart constricting as

if it was being grasped, making it hard for her to breathe.

"Sinclair... Sinclair," She softened her voice and walked towards Sinclair.

"I'm Camilla, your wife."

"I won't hurt you; I'm here to take you ho."

Sinclair didn't hear anything.

His vision, his world, was subrged in a sea of red.

Watching the frail and skinny prey, seeming vulnerable enough to be killed by an easy swipe of the hand, move closer to him, the corners of Sinclair's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a chillingly bloodthirsty grin.

Ramsey burst in with his n, upon seeing Camilla voluntarily approaching Sinclair, a flash of panic appeared on his face.

"My Lady, you mustn't get any closer!"

As he spoke, he gestured, prompting the rcenaries to swiftly advance.

In a display of unwavering protection, they surrounded Camilla.

Camilla's beautiful eyes grew somber.

This is bad! Sinclair seed irritated, his eyebrows furrowed, the crimson tint in his eyes intensifying.

He stepped forward quickly, lifting his foot from the side.

With exceedingly dominant force, he kicked a rcenary square in the chest.

The rcenary reacted quickly, lifting his hands to block.

*Crack*-

The clear sound of bones breaking echoed as the rcenary stumbled backward and fell.

Before he could even get back up, Sinclair had already thrown another punch.

The other rcenaries exchanged glances, all of them swiftly engaging.

But soon, several others were sent flying backward, their expressions filled with pain. Sure enough.

The more serious President Luther's condition beca, the stronger his power grew.

Ramsey's expression grew even more grave, his entire body tensed to the extre.

Just then, several more rcenaries stumbled back.

The smile deepened at the corners of Sinclair's mouth, and his blood-red eyes beca even more exciting.

"Ramsey," Camilla's expression hardened.

"Sinclair's condition will only worsen with increased stimulation.

Now, retreat behind with your n!!" Ramsey frowned.

"Madam--"

"These n won't be able to hold them off for long," Camilla, her expression cold and stiff, exuded a compelling aura.

"If you acknowledge as your madam, then do as I say!!"

Looking at the rcenaries continually falling to the ground before him, Ramsey hesitated for a mont before finally gritting his teeth and deciding to listen to Camilla.

"Everyone, retreat!!"

"Yes!"

Upon the command, the nurous rcenaries made laborious yet swift movents to withdraw from the battlefield, retreating towards Camilla's rear.

At this mont, Camilla and Sinclair found themselves face-to-face once more.

Seeing the multitude of prey retreating, Sinclair's eyes slightly narrowed.

The veins on his forehead and neck beca increasingly prominent, showing his profound displeasure.

"Rember, don't take actions unless it's absolutely necessary,"

After briefing Ramsey, Camilla put on a sweet smile and walked towards Sinclair, who was filled with a chilling aura of carnage.

"Sinclair, don't be scared."

In her soft voice, not a trace of fear could be detected.

"I can't hurt you, and I won't...."

Before she could finish her words, Sinclair suddenly made a move, severely choking

Camilla's slender neck.

The absolute suppression and terrifying sensation of strangulation followed.