Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire Chapter 186: Sinclair Luther is out on a business trip

At the sa ti.

In a discreetly luxurious office in the capital, a strikingly handso man in a white suit stood by the window, smoking.

His beautiful eyes were filled with an uncharacteristic, bone-chilling coldness.

"Sir," the man behind him said with a respectful nod.

"President Luther has left."

"Understood."

Calvin exhaled a plu of smoke, his strikingly handso face etched with icy solemnity.

"Mr. Calvin."

Alec studied the man’s broad back before speaking in a low voice.

"Should I contact Mrs. Luther now?"

"No need."

Calvin turned and settled back into his office chair, his captivating peach-blossom eyes narrowing slightly as he replied in a asured tone.

"You’re underestimating Sinclair’s control over the Luther Family.

The mont we reach out to Camilla, his call will likely co through."

He lowered his gaze and stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray with deliberate pressure.

"We’ll need to find the right timing—"

Before he could finish, his phone on the desk buzzed to life.

The na "Sinclair" flashed across the illuminated screen.

A faint smirk tugged at his exquisitely sculpted lips as his eyes narrowed further.

Speak of the devil.

"President Luther?"

Alec, standing nearby, also caught sight of it, his pupils contracting slightly.

"President Calvin, we haven’t even done anything yet—how could President Luther have already found out?!"

Rumors said President Luther had uncanny abilities, but surely not to this supernatural extent.

"Unlikely," Calvin answered the call.

"Sinclair?"

"I’m away on a business trip,"

A cool, deep voice ca through the phone.

"Take good care of Camilla at tomorrow’s engagent party."

Though the words ca abruptly, Calvin instantly grasped their implication.

"Trouble at tomorrow’s event?"

"Mhm,"

The crisp sound of a lighter flicking open accompanied Sinclair’s composed reply.

"Consider it done,"

Calvin’s lips curved into a half-smile as he spoke.

"Still, I’d love to know who has the guts to disrupt the engagent banquet of the Luther and porter families?"

Silence was the only reply.

No wonder.

His eyes narrowed slightly, a knowing look crossing his strikingly handso face.

"Relax.

Even if sothing happens to , I won’t let anything happen to your precious wife."

"Rember your words," ca Sinclair’s deep, indifferent voice, devoid of any discernible emotion.

"We’re moving out."

The call ended abruptly before another word could be spoken.

No pleasantries, as usual.

Listening to the dial tone, Calvin let out a resigned chuckle.

Alec exhaled quietly in relief. "

Just ntioned finding the right opportunity," Calvin said coolly.

"The opportunity has arrived."

Alec furrowed his brows.

"You an the Luther and Porter families’ engagent banquet tomorrow?"

"Mmm."

Calvin’s almond-shaped eyes, usually brimming with charm, narrowed slightly.

"But to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, we should bring soone else along."

A sweet, delicate face flashed through his mind.

"Shall I contact Miss Aria again?"

Alec nodded.

"I’ll arrange it right away."

"Aria?"

Calvin lifted his gaze, his fair brow creasing slightly.

"Who’s that?"

Alec paused, then explained as if this were nothing out of the ordinary.

"The young lady who accompanied you to Grandpa Luther’s birthday celebration."

It was precisely because of that incident that rumors about President Calvin and Aria spread like wildfire.

Aria rode the wave of publicity, her fa skyrocketing until she beca a top-tier celebrity overnight.

Yet, as one of the key figures involved, President Calvin didn’t even seem to rember her na.

Only after Alec’s reminder did Calvin finally recall her—though all he could muster was the vague impression that she "knew her place."

"Not her."

Alec frowned in confusion.

"Then who are you referring to, sir?"

"I’ll contact her myself," Calvin replied coldly, avoiding the question.

"Your main task is to keep a close eye on the person in the basent."

Calvin’s voice carried an unprecedented gravity.

His sharp, penetrating eyes narrowed with icy intensity.

"He’s no ordinary man.

Keep everyone at a distance—no slip-ups allowed."

His tone brooked no argunt.

"If he escapes, you’ll answer for it."

"Understood, sir."

Alec pressed his lips together and gave a solemn nod.

"I won’t fail you."

Countless resources and manpower had been poured into capturing this target.

If anything went wrong now, he knew exactly what awaited him—no reminder from Calvin needed.

"Hmm."

Calvin leaned back into the sofa, his expression unreadable as he half-closed his eyes.

"Any word from Taylor yet?"

Alec nodded and answered truthfully,

"President Taylor said they’re still trying to persuade him."

"Understood."

A faint smirk tugged at Calvin’s thin lips, his tone noticeably cooler.

"Dismissed."

"Yes, sir!"

Knowing Calvin needed solitude, Alec promptly bowed and withdrew.

The office plunged into absolute silence.

He had overestimated Micheal’s conscience—that miscalculation had led to Sinclair being poisoned.

This was all his fault.

Calvin remained motionless for a long mont before finally reopening his eyes, his long, peach-blossom-shaped gaze clouded with complexity.

No matter the cost, he would make ands.

Slowly, he retrieved a cigarette, lit it with deliberate calm, and brought it to his lips, taking a deep drag.

Pale gray smoke curled upward, veiling his sharp features in a hazy shroud.

Once the cigarette burned to its end, he dialed a number.

A woman’s sweet voice tinged with surprise ca through the phone.

"Mr. Calvin?"

Luther Family Manor.

"Where are Aunt Naomi and Carie Ann?"

Camilla sat gracefully at the dining table, her voice soft as she asked.

"Why haven’t I seen them?"

She had heard from the maids that grandpa and Carie Ann had really hit it off.

She had even planned to take Carie Ann to the ancestral ho to visit the elderly gentleman.

Grandpa sent Uncle Carlos early this morning to pick up Miss Carie Ann for a visit to the ancestral ho," a servant nearby answered truthfully, setting down the tray of food.

"Aunt Naomi went along to take care of her."

They left first thing in the morning?

Camilla was surprised, then shook her head with a faint smile.

It seed Grandpa had taken quite a liking to Carie Ann.

But of course, who wouldn’t adore such an adorable and well-behaved little darling?

As for the issue of being unable to speak—she had already devised a treatnt plan.

Once her family gave their consent, the procedure could begin.

"Have the car prepared.

I’ll be heading to the old house after breakfast."

"Yes, Madam."

The servant nodded and exited.

"I’ll arrange for it right away."

Camilla continued eating her breakfast unhurriedly, her beautiful eyes lowered in thought.

Just then, hurried footsteps approached from behind.

"Madam—" Luke’s voice was tense and grave, his breath slightly uneven.

Whether her suspicions were correct was about to be revealed.

Camilla paused her al and looked up at Luke.

"The test results are in?"

"Yes."

Luke’s voice trembled slightly as he spoke.

"The paternal relationship between Tyler and the master... doesn’t exist."

With careful hands, he passed the sealed docunt folder to Camilla.

"Here’s the report.

Please review it."

Luke understood perfectly well.

This revelation would send shockwaves through the Luther Family.

No wonder he couldn’t maintain his usual composure.

Even though she’d ntally prepared for this possibility, Camilla still caught her breath when the truth was confird.

Her fingers worked thodically to unseal the envelope, pulling out the report for thorough examination.