Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire Chapter 21: Long game

The capital city.

At the headquarters of the Luther Corporation. "President Luther," Ramsey nodded.

"As you speculated, after the news was released, several more powers popped up around the villa.

Do we need to...?"

He didn't complete his sentence, but the lethal intent in his eyes said it all.

"There's no need to rush," Sinclair's finger drumming against the desk abruptly ceased; his seemingly amused yet not quite smiling eyes, as profound as a deep pool of ink, flashed an undercurrent of darkness.

"Let's wait a bit longer."

"Yes." Understanding flashed in Ramsey's eyes.

President Luther seed to be playing the long ga, waiting to catch a big fish.

"By the way, President Luther," Ramsey, all of a sudden rembering sothing, halted in his track before leaving.

"After you left, Sir and the rest went to the mansion with the old master to see you."

To visit ? Sinclair's thin eyes slightly sank, a hint of sarcasm on his handso face. -- Luther's Mansion.

"Grandpa," Several people in the living room looked over upon hearing this soft and sweet voice.

Camilla, with a hint of a smile, walked towards them.

Due to the difference in height, Sinclair's shirt almost looked like a mini skirt on her, revealing her slender straight legs.

Her chestnut-colored curly hair was draped casually over her shoulders.

Her fair and delicate face didn't have any makeup, but it was still stunningly beautiful. Tyler looked at Camilla, his hand holding the cup slightly paused.

But he hid it well, no one noticed.

Jonathan's expression was still unhappy.

What's the use of being just pretty? She was nothing more than a country bumpkin with so dical skills.

There was a smile on Margaret's face, but it didn't reach her eyes.

Beauty can often be bewitching.

This woman's appearance was a weapon wherever she was.

Perhaps, she could use it against Sinclair as well.

Thinking about this, the smile on Margaret's face beca even warr.

As they were sizing up Camilla, she was also sizing them up.

Dressed in a suit, Jonathan had a scholarly deanor.

Although he was already in his fifties, he still appeared youthful.

There was a slight resemblance between him and Sinclair in the eyes and eyebrows, but he was not as refined as Sinclair.

On the other side. Dressed in a dark, form-fitting cheongsam suit, the well-maintained one must be Margaret.

People who didn't know her would assu she was a gentle and friendly individual who was easy to get along with.

Next to Grandfather Luther sat the handso young man known as Tyler.

Although he had a bit of Jonathan's shadow, he looked more like Margaret.

With the mories of her past life, Camilla could easily see the real emotions hidden in their eyes.

"Miss Rodriguez," Master Luther changed his solemn deanor from monts ago, bearing a kind and amiable smile.

"Last night you spent the whole night tending to Sinclair, I didn't have the opportunity to properly thank you."

"No need to thank , Grandfather," With her rosy lips slightly curved, Camilla took a seat on the couch next to Mr. Luther.

"As Sinclair's wife, it's only natural for to look after him when he is unwell."

The lady's beautiful face and her sweet, obedient smile when she chuckled were exceptionally eye-catching.

Upon seeing her, a fleeting emotion flickered across the depths of Tyler's eyes, though his handso face revealed nothing.

Pointing at Camilla, Margaret laughed softly. "

Camilla, has just joined the family, and her relationship with Sinclair is progressing nicely.

We're really fortunate to have her in Luther's family."

It seed like Camilla took notice of Margaret for the first ti, a trace of confusion flickering across her fair and exquisite face.

"Grandfather, who is she?" Mr. Luther was not fond of Margaret, his earlier smile fading a touch, hesitating to introduce her imdiately.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly turned sowhat stiff.

Margaret's hidden hand was tightly clenched, her smiling facade barely held together.

Upon seeing this, a reflection of displeasure flashed through the lowered eyes of Tyler.

So many years had passed, yet grandfather still hadn't accepted mother.

Jonathan was even more unsuspecting, just as he was about to speak,

"This is....." Right at that mont, a harsh voice cut off Jonathan's words,

"Who she is, isn't important."