Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire Chapter 340: Luke for your punishment Go and Replace Gerald

anwhile, in the study.

"Among them," Sinclair leaned back in his leather chair, long legs crossed, his piercingly cold gaze sharp and unguarded.

"Are there any of Jonathan’s n?"

"Yes," Ramsey bowed his head, his face etched with self-reproach.

"It was entirely my oversight. I deserve your punishnt."

The security of the estate had been entirely under his responsibility.

For enemy spies to infiltrate right under his nose was an unforgivable failure.

Of course, the primary reason for his negligence was simple— Ramsey had never once suspected that seemingly diocre, utterly unremarkable gentleman.

"The punishnt will co when this matter is concluded," Sinclair exhaled a slow stream of smoke, his deep, icy voice laced with an ominous chill.

"Yes," Ramsey lowered his head even further, not daring to et his employer’s gaze.

"Boss, should we inform grandpa about this?"

Since this involved the gentleman, it might be better to let grandpa decide how to handle it.

"No." The reply was frigid and devoid of any inflection.

Ramsey’s eyes flickered with confusion, but he ultimately held his tongue.

Ramsey couldn’t believe President Luther would let the matter slide so easily.

And he was right.

Thick wisps of pale gray smoke curled upward, veiling the icy depths of Sinclair’s obsidian eyes.

"Take your n and place Jonathan under house arrest—everyone in that residence included."

Rather than explaining things to grandpa, it was better to let him see the truth with his own eyes.

So tumors had to be excised, no matter how painful the process.

Sinclair couldn’t afford to let those close to him remain in the shadow of looming danger.

"Yes, sir," Ramsey responded reflexively before the full weight of the order hit him.

"Wait—what?!"

House arrest?

For Mr. Jonathan himself?

Had he heard that right?

This wasn’t just a warning—this was an outright declaration of war.

The haze of smoke thinned, dispersed by the air, revealing the man’s razor-sharp gaze.

"Need to repeat myself?"

"No, no need,"

Ramsey clutched his chest, shaking his head frantically.

"I’ll go right away, right away."

Before the words even settled, he had already retreated from the study.

Standing outside the door, Ramsey took a mont to steady his breathing.

Ever since the incident with the Life bound poison President Luther’s thods had grown increasingly ruthless.

Anything—or anyone—posing the slightest threat was eliminated without hesitation.

And Mr. Luther was no exception.

The turmoil within the Luther Family’s inner circle might be coming sooner than expected.

"What’s up, Ramsey?

You look like you’ve seen a ghost," Luke teased, raising an eyebrow as he took in Ramsey’s uneven breaths.

"Slacking off on training lately?

You’re that out of shape already?"

To n, being "out of shape" was just another way of saying "useless."

Ramsey shot him a glare, his expression dark with unease.

"Did President Luther send for you?"

Seeing Ramsey’s unusually solemn expression, Luke’s smile faded as he gave a slow nod.

"That’s right.

What’s the matter?"

"As your colleague, I feel obliged to warn you," Ramsey said gravely, locking eyes with Luke.

"President Luther is planning to settle the score with you—for failing to protect Madam and then covering it up."

Calvin leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a stern whisper.

"You’d better brace yourself."

Settle the score?!

"Ramsey," Luke stamred, his face pale.

"You know I’m scared easily.

Don’t ss with like this."

"Do I look like I’m joking?"

Ramsey’s brows furrowed, his expression colder than Luke had ever seen.

Luke studied him carefully, searching for any hint of amusent.

Finding none, his own expression tightened in alarm.

"No way—I need to call in reinforcents!"

After all, he still counted as Madam’s trusted right-hand man.

Surely the Madam wouldn’t have the heart to leave him hanging?!

As Luke turned to head downstairs, Ramsey grabbed his arm to stop him.

"Calling you dumb would be an understatent," Ramsey said, his tone sharpening.

"The Madam is still weak right now.

If you dare disturb her at a ti like this, do you think Boss Luther won’t be furious?

I don’t even need to spell out what’ll happen next."

Only then did Luke rember that detail, his face turning even grimr.

Was fate really out to get him?

"Don’t say I didn’t warn you," Ramsey said, patting Luke’s shoulder with exaggerated sympathy.

"When you go in, you’d better confess your mistake first."

Ramsey glanced at his watch.

"Alright, don’t keep Boss waiting.

I’ve got my own mission to handle."

With that, Ramsey strode off, the corners of his lips curling into a smirk.

His handso face carried a faint trace of smug satisfaction.

Little brat, thought you could outsmart ?! Luke stood rooted to the spot, letting out a heavy sigh before trudging toward the study with leaden steps.

"President Luther—"

"Co in."

Sinclair stubbed out his cigarette and lifted his gaze languidly to the newcor.

Before Luke could utter another word, his expression darkened abruptly, his head bowing low as his voice thickened with remorse.

"President Luther, I know I was wrong!"

"Oh?"

Sinclair arched an eyebrow, leaning back into his chair as his narrowed eyes studied Luke with an inscrutable gleam.

"Then enlighten .

What exactly was your mistake?

" His tone was unhurried, yet laced with an unreadable edge.

Was the president testing his sincerity in admitting fault?

Not daring to delay, Luke lowered his head further and listed every misstep he had made recently.

Finally, he swallowed hard before forcing out the last confession.

"I failed in my duty to protect Madam... and even helped her conceal the transfer of the poison worms from you."

"Ah, I’d nearly forgotten about that."

Sinclair’s lips curved into an inexplicably icy smile as his piercing gaze sharpened.

"Seems like punishnt is indeed in order."

Forgotten?!

Luke instantly caught the ominous emphasis in his boss’s words.

His eyelids twitched as realization dawned—this wasn’t about settling accounts at all!

"Gerald has been in Caroon long enough," Sinclair said coolly, his tone brooking no argunt as he lifted his eyes.

"You’ll take his place."

Everyone knew how chaotic things were in Caroon

Luke’s face twisted in dismay, but he could only nod in reluctant acceptance.

"Yes, sir."

Ramsey, damn you to— Rembering Ramsey’s seniority, Luke swallowed the expletive and settled for a ntal curse instead.

anwhile, in the living room...

"Camilla, ever since my mom passed away, I’ve hated dreaming—especially beautiful dreams," Tiffany’s eyes lowered, her voice soft and slow, laced with self-doubt.

"The emptiness when I wake up—I’ll never forget it." She turned her gaze to her best friend.

"To , Calvin is just like those beautiful dreams.

I’m so... ordinary in every way. I don’t deserve him.

Better to never have him at all than to lose him later when we realize we don’t fit."

Camilla knew her friend had a pessimistic streak, but she hadn’t expected it to run this deep.

Her heart ached as she looked at Tiffany, eyes brimming with tenderness.

"Fanny..."

She reached out and pulled her into a warm embrace, her voice gentle.

"Do you know what I thought the first ti I saw you?"

Without waiting for an answer, Camilla continued.

"I thought, ’This girl is as delicate and pure as a porcelain doll.

Even the air around her seems softer, fresher.

Being with her must feel so peaceful—I *have* to be her friend.’"

Tiffany’s lashes fluttered slightly.

*That* was how Camilla had seen her from the very beginning?

"Fanny, to the people who love you, you’re more special than any other girl in this world.

There’s nothing ’ordinary’ about you."

Camilla pulled back, holding her friend’s gaze with quiet intensity.

"That’s how I see you.

And that’s how Calvin sees you too."