Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire Chapter 229: Camilla is now save

"That’s wolf’s car," Samuel’s eyes darkened with malice as he recognized the familiar vehicle cutting off the Maybach’s path.

"Now let’s see where this bitch thinks she’s running."

His voice was icy as he pressed the intercom.

"Box them in."

"Copy that!"

Several cars fanned out in formation, sealing off any retreat for Camilla’s vehicle.

Up ahead, another car screeched to a halt. With escape routes blocked both front and rear, the trap was set—inescapable.

"The chase ends here," Camilla remarked coolly, the ghost of a smirk playing on her crimson lips.

As she spoke, she pushed the car door open and stepped out with deliberate calm.

Ramsey followed close behind, his expression grim, standing guard at her side.

Camilla still wore the evening gown from her engagent party.

Her slender, pale figure stood on the desolate road like a blooming rose—striking, radiant.

So srizing that one might overlook the hidden thorns.

"Damn, she’s a real looker," muttered a middle-aged man sitting next to Samuel, his gaze a mix of awe and lechery.

"Tim, why don’t we ask Wolf if we can have so fun with her before finishing the job?

It would be a sha to waste her."

The suggestion was t with eager agreent from the others.

"Hell yeah, we’ve been working our asses off lately!"

"No problem," Samuel sneered, his cruel eyes glinting with dark amusent.

"But since this bitch ssed up my arm, I got my first dibs."

He already had plans for how to make her suffer.

The n erupted into malicious laughter.

"Wolf’s staying quiet—must be waiting for us to make the first move.

Monkey, take a few guys and drag that bitch over here."

Tim glanced at the duo’s empty hands and relaxed slightly, though he still cautioned,

"Stay sharp."

"Don’t worry," the others replied.

The four n imdiately stepped out of the car, closing in on Camilla and Ramsey.

To them, the pair were already prey within their grasp.

Camilla watched their approach with icy detachnt, her stunning eyes as cold as if she were staring at corpses. The closer they got, the more her striking beauty took their breath away.

Exchanging glances, the n’s expressions grew increasingly lecherous.

Ramsey frowned and stepped forward, shielding Camilla behind him, blocking their intrusive gazes.

"Pretty thing, there’s no escape now," the short, stocky man sneered, flashing a grin of yellowed teeth as he dismissed Ramsey entirely.

"Better co quietly—wouldn’t want us to get rough and hurt you by accident."

Camilla’s crimson lips curled into a chilling smile, her eyes glinting with frosty amusent.

"Funny," she murmured.

"I was just thinking the sa about you."

Who’s the ones that can’t escape?

The four n paused for a brief mont before bursting into laughter again.

The short, stocky man narrowed his eyes and began walking toward Camilla.

"Let see what you—"

*BANG!*

A bullet, fired from inside a nearby car, tore through his skull mid-sentence, cutting his words short.

His eyes widened in shock, his lips twitched, and then he collapsed to the ground like a sack of bricks.

"Ambush!!" "

Fall back—"

The remaining three n paled as they watched their companion drop dead.

But before they could even take a step, bullets ripped through their chests, sending them crumpling to the pavent.

Inside one of the cars not far away, the onlookers gasped, their pupils shrinking in terror.

"Goddammit!"

Tim, his face twisted in fury, barked an order.

"Step on it!

Run that bitch over!"

If the woman died, their mission would still be accomplished.

"Yes, sir!"

Several cars roared to life, their engines screaming as they lurched forward, speeding straight toward Camilla.

" Wolf," Tim eyed Camilla and Ramsey’s unnervingly calm expressions, a creeping unease settling in his gut.

He grabbed the walkie-talkie and barked into it, his voice tense as he glared at the opposing vehicle.

"Pull your n out now—leave this to us!"

But the ssage vanished into dead air, t with only static silence. Sothing was wrong.

His brow furrowed.

" Wolf?"

Just then— The vehicle across from them roared to life, tires screeching as it lurched forward, barreling straight toward them.

In an instant, Camilla and Ramsey were trapped, sandwiched between the advancing cars from both directions.

So, Wolf wanted to handle this woman himself.

Tim narrowed his eyes, the tension in his chest loosening slightly.

VROOM.

VROOM.

A dozen vehicles accelerated, engines growling as they surged toward Camilla.

Despite the heart-stopping danger unfolding before her, the corners of her lips curled into a slow, deliberate smile.

Her eyes glead with an icy calm—like a hunter watching prey stumble into her trap.

*A bunch of fools with a death wish.*

Ramsey’s face was taut with tension, his gaze razor-sharp as it locked onto the approaching convoy of vehicles.

"Open fire!"

Before the words had fully left his mouth—

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

A barrage of specially modified gunfire erupted, bullets raining down in a deadly storm, targeting the cars carrying Samuel and his n from both directions.

Every last one of them paled in terror.

They had co to kill a single woman—not take on an entire ard unit.

*Who the hell dares to wield firepower this brazenly in the capital?!*

"Damn it!"

Samuel’s montary relief shattered instantly, his heart lurching back into his throat as his eyes widened in shock.

"What the—?!

Scatter!

Now!"

Inside the vehicles, drivers wrenched their steering wheels hard, swerving desperately to evade the hail of bullets.

However, it wasn’t that simple.

"Crash."

"Boom—"

The windshields of both vehicles shattered instantly.

The drivers were killed on the spot, collapsing in pools of blood.

The cars spun out of control, slamming into other vehicles nearby.

The scene was chaotic and grueso.

But what terrified Samuel and his n even more was this—the vehicles belonging to their supposed "allies" sped past Camilla without hesitation, then swerved with deadly precision to ram straight into them.

"Bang!"

"Thud—"

Half an hour later, silence fell over everything.

"Madam—"

Luke and the others stepped out of their cars.

The trunks were now loaded with the corpses of wolf and his n—the very people who should have been inside those vehicles.

"Good work," Camilla lifted the hem of her dress, stepping slowly through the sea of blood that painted the ground.

"Let’s go," she said, her voice chillingly serene. "It’s ti to send the mastermind behind all this straight to hell."

Her delicate, angelic face stood in stark contrast to the grueso carnage around her, creating a hauntingly beautiful dissonance.

"Yes," Luke nodded in acknowledgnt.

anwhile, Ramsey followed Camilla into another vehicle, their destination already set for the next act of retribution.

At the sa ti.

"Where the hell is this place?"

The scenery outside the car window grew increasingly desolate, and the fear in Sandra’s eyes beca unmistakable.

"Dad" she demanded, her voice trembling, "where are you taking ?"

Mr. Porter sipped his tea, offering no reply. His silence only deepened her terror.

"Don’t forget," she said, her body rigid with tension, swallowing hard as she clutched at her last lifeline, "Grandfather sent you to bring back."

"If I hadn’t shown up, grandpa would’ve been suspicious of you.

You’d better not try anything funny." "Stop using Dad to intimidate ," Mr. Porter set down his cup with a deliberate clink, his cold gaze fixed on his daughter.

A mocking smirk played on his lips.

"Let enlighten you—the grandpa is currently in the study, teaching Zamile calligraphy."

His eyes glinted with undisguised scorn.

"He didn’t even bat an eye when you ran away.

You overestimate your own importance."