Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire Chapter 29: An exhibition of wealth and power

"Stop!"

A clear, soft voice, yet resonates with an inexplicable aura.

Roman had subconsciously stopped his actions and turned his head to look.

Not just him, the other onlookers were also looking at the figure stepping down from the backseat of the Maybach.

The fair skin, the waist-length chestnut curls, the delicate and exquisite features.

A white shirt that could not be simpler yet when worn on her defines a sense of lazy yet charming elegance.

The setting sun was bathing her, making her look like she was from a carefully edited magazine.

"She's so beautiful!"

"True, she's far prettier than the popular starlets in the entertainnt industry right now."

"Beauty can indeed be a weapon," one of them said in a low voice.

"Mr. Roman rage, I'm afraid, may not be able to vent."

Getting the deeper aning behind these words, everyone joined in with a low chuckle.

She's too beautiful! She is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen!

Roman stares at Camilla, his eyes full of amazent, and an uncontrollable desire wells up from within him.

He has to have this woman!!

"Camilla,"

Tiffany is surprised when Camilla imdiately gets out of the car without warning.

She quickly follows suit, and stands next to Camilla.

"Be careful."

She is afraid that this arrogant and overbearing man might harm Camilla.

"Madam," The driver, who previously had a remorseful expression on his face, suddenly changes his deanor and steps in front of Camilla.

"I can handle things here, please go back in the car."

"It's okay," Camilla remains unmoved, her beautiful eyes filled with a cold gaze as she observes Roman.

"Go to the side."

"Yes," The driver doesn't dare to disobey Camilla's order and obediently steps aside with his head down.

Everyone's attention was apparently still on the previous appellation.

Madam Camilla? Has this woman already married at an early age?!

Disappointnt flickered in Roman's eyes, but disappeared in an instant.

A woman with such outstanding looks, once seen, he would definitely not forget.

Since he had not seen her at any of the major parties and banquets, it implied that the man was not of any significant importance.

In that case, there was nothing to worry about. Camilla?

It's her! Once Clara recognized the woman getting out of the Maybach as Camilla, her carefully made-up face was filled with anger.

Her parents had made countless calls to this b*tch, but she ignored them all.

Now she is strolling here and even bumped into her car?

Really bad luck! Just as Clara was about to get out of the car, she stopped instantly.

Since Luther's family is not close, it would be better to let Roman teach Camilla a lesson.

"It's just a matter of negotiating compensation," said Camilla, looking at Roman.

Her stunning face showed no warmth.

"Why did you have to lay a hand on my driver?"

Being too kind leads to victimization.

Having been reborn, her ntality is no longer the sa.

If the other party isn't reasonable, there's no need for her to play nice either.

Her soft voice carried a questioning tone, yet Roman did not seem angry at all.

A woman with character only fuels the desire to conquer.

"Why?" He raised an eyebrow, his tone significantly gentler than when he had been talking to the driver, yet it carried a hint of banter.

"You guys crashed my car, broke my hand.

Just for these two reasons alone, even if I were to make all of you disappear from San Francisco, no one would dare to say anything, let alone question my right to retaliate." "Is that so?"

Camilla's red lips curved slightly, but her beautiful eyes were colder still.

"Of course," Roman walked towards Camilla, his smile becoming even wider.

"Don't you know who I, Roman, am?" Roman?

A vague mory flashed quickly in Camilla's mind.

In her previous life, Clara married Roman, the youngest son of the Luna Family in San Francisco.

Could it be him, by so coincidence? What a small world.

Seeing Camilla's silent stare, Roman assud that she was frightened.

A gleam of triumph flashed in his eyes.

"Scared, are you?"

He walked up to Camilla, a smile on his face, his eyes filled with intimidation.

"How about this? As long as you spend the night with , I'll let you go.

What do you say?" What he said was one thing; whether he really intended to let her go was sothing only Roman knew.

The onlookers couldn't quite hear what Roman was saying, but those familiar with his ways could guess from his deanor.

They glanced at each other, revealing knowing smiles.

Of course, many were also nervously fretting for Camilla.

Clara, well-acquainted with Roman's character, understood what he was up to.

Her lips tightened tensely.

"In this situation, she still dares to seduce n, such a shaless hussy!!" "Such a shaless woman!!"

Tiffany her face contorted in rage, blocked Camilla from view.

The driver shuddered, his face unsightly.

"Mr. Roman, Mrs. Camilla is not soone you can ss with.

Please know your limits."

His tone was devoid of its previous warmth.

"Can't I provoke her?" Roman looked at the driver with contempt before shifting his gaze back to Camilla.

"Today, I must try it out."

The reason he dared to say this was because the people he couldn't provoke seldom appear in public.

What's more, he had morized the appearances of all those people — he couldn't provoke them.

"Don't worry," Roman looked at Camilla, his lustful eyes no longer concealed.

"As long as you behave, I will make you comfortable."

Just then... Slap--

"Slap!"

The crisp slap echoed in the air. Everyone present couldn't help but take a cold breath.

"This woman, she dares to hit Mr. Roman Luna?"

"Looks like there's no peaceful resolution to this matter!"

Amid the murmurs of the crowd, Roman, clutching his slapped face, glared at Camilla with malevolence.

"You dare to hit ?"

For the first ti in his life, a woman dared to hit him.

What's more, she slapped him in public. Where could he, Roman, possibly face this humiliation?

"Dare? Don't you believe it?"

Camilla chuckled lightly, raised her hand again, and gave Roman another fierce slap.

"Do you believe now?"

Everyone present: This woman is too fierce!! Tiffany was full of admiration.

Camilla is so cool; the protagonist of my next novel must be modeled after her!! "

Camilla, have you gone mad?!" Clara got out of the car and quickly walked to Roman's side.

"Mr. Luna, are you okay?" It must be Roman Luna. A trace of realization flashed through Camilla's eyes, her gaze towards Roman beca increasingly cold.

Anyone related to the Sanchez family could have done sothing with her past death.

In his fierce anger, Roman didn't pay any attention to Clara, he lifted his foot and walked towards Camilla.

"His facial expression was dark, reaching out his hand to grab Camilla.

"Since you don't appreciate my kindness, don't bla for what's about to happen."

After he'd had his fill of toying with her, he planned to toss this woman into a special place, to accompany those elderly n with heavy tastes, making her wish she were dead more than alive.

The driver stood in front of Camilla, looking at Roman with an expression akin to observing a beast oblivious to its own doom.

Tiffany also stood on the other side of Camilla, ready to prevent Roman from touching Camilla.

As for Camilla, the person involved, her expression was indifferent.

Nobody knew that she was concealing a silver needle in her hand.

The mont he touched her, this man's hand would be wasted for sure.

But before they could make a move, Roman's wrist was seized by soone. Turning his head, he faced a stern square-faced man.

The man's iron vice-like grip held onto Roman's wrist, as if he could crush it at any mont.

"Who the hell are you? Let go of !" Roman was in pain and couldn't break free, exploding into full-blown rage.

"If you don't let go, I will kill you!"

The square-faced man seed to turn a deaf ear to Roman's words, his brows not even furrowing.

The other three n in similar attire were in a position of absolute protection surrounding Camilla.

"Madam." Camilla nodded, his face placid.

It seed that the danger behind him was completely dispelled.

The onlookers widened their eyes, watching this scene that was like sothing out of a film.

"Camilla, this is the son of the Luna Family, tell your n to let him go!" Clara glared at Camilla with an angry look on her face.

"Release him?"

A chill was evident in Camilla's eyes.

"Clara, on what authority are you commanding ?"

Clara? Tiffany furrowed her brows, also looking displeased at Clara.

Was this the hateful cousin who always enjoyed bullying Camilla?

As suspected, she had a sharp and harsh look.

To her surprise, Camilla showed no regard for her standing, her pupils contracted, and her expression was rigid.

"Camilla, you are ungrateful--"

"Miss, please watch your language," The driver's expression was grim.

"If you offended the Young Lady, you will be responsible for the consequences."

Ignoring Clara, Camilla walked over to the pain-stricken face of Rogan.

"Are you giving yourself the last chance for redemption?"

Too many things had happened today, and she needed to go ho and think it over.

"Dare to offend , and still hope for forgiveness?"

Gazing at Camilla's beautiful face, Roman's eyes were filled with resentnt.

"In your dreams!!" His people should be arriving soon.

He will definitely make this woman see. Just as Camilla was about to say sothing.

"Beep Beep--"

"Beep beep--"

A flurry of urgent horn sounds ca from behind the crowd.