Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire Chapter 377: The day of shares transfer

Ti flew by in the blink of an eye, and before anyone knew it, it was already noon the next day.

Today was the day of the Luther Corporation’s stock transfer.

At that mont, in the top-floor conference room of the Luther Group, over a dozen stern-faced, distinguished middle-aged n sat on either side of a long table.

They were the influential heads of several prominent branch families of the Luther family, as well as major shareholders of the vast Luther Corporation.

Any one of them, if nad, carried significant weight in their own right.

Their re presence in the room exuded an overwhelming sense of authority.

The atmosphere in the conference room was icy and tense.

After another round of tea served by the assistants, the slightly portly, stern-faced man at the head of the table checked his watch and frowned.

"Why haven’t Grandpa and the Madam arrived yet?"

A trace of displeasure was evident in his tone.

"Madam?"

The tall, lean man to his right narrowed his eyes and chuckled, his smile laced with unspoken aning.

"After today, we might just drop the last word."

The mont these words were spoken, the expressions of most people in the room darkened visibly.

Grandpa Luther and Sinclair’s ruthless thods and iron resolve were sothing they had all witnessed firsthand—and felt deeply in their bones.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t have remained so thoroughly subdued all these years, not daring to show even a hint of defiance.

But Camilla, a woman who had married into the Luther Family not long ago, was a different story.

Several of the family heads present recalled her silent, passive deanor during yesterday’s internal eting, and their already stern faces twisted further with displeasure.

"Sothing about this doesn’t sit right with ," a potbellied man seated toward the lower end of the table suddenly remarked, exhaling a slow stream of smoke.

"Wasn’t it said that Sinclair’s health had improved significantly after Camilla married into the family?

How could he suddenly fall critically ill and slip into a coma?"

The room fell dead silent at his words.

The sa doubts had crossed everyone’s minds.

But given that this involved the inner affairs of the main family, no one had dared to voice them—until now.

Once the first person broke the ice, the atmosphere shifted.

The attendees exchanged glances, their expressions unreadable, each clearly calculating their next move.

" The man has a point," the lanky man who had spoken earlier finally nodded after a long pause.

"President Luther’s sudden illness is indeed quite unexpected.

Let’s not forget, our mistress of the household possesses extraordinary dical skills."

The last four words were deliberately emphasized, heavy with implication.

Many paused, their thoughts turning in that direction.

"I think you’re overcomplicating things," said a middle-aged man in a dark gray suit, his kindly face creased with a frown.

"Though President Luther has fallen ill, Grandpa is still sharp.

If there were anything suspicious, he would have noticed long before any of us.

Why would he proceed with transferring shares?"

"Exactly," several others chid in, nodding in agreent.

Though President Luther’s condition remained unclear, grandpa was still present.

The matter hadn’t been settled yet, and none of them wanted to be dragged blindly into this whirlpool.

It wasn’t hard to see that those present had already split into factions.

"Rumor has it the mistress is the granddaughter of Grandpa’s dear friend.

Grandpa holds her in high regard—sothing that was quite evident during his birthday banquet," murmured a tall, gaunt man with a somber expression.

Knowing grandpa wouldn’t appear at this eting, he spoke without restraint, his voice low but deliberate.

"Sotis, those closest to the situation are the blindest.

Even the sharpest minds can overlook deception from those they trust."

"True," soone murmured in agreent.

Santino, his beer belly protruding, took a sip of tea from the cup beside him, his lowered eyes dark with unspoken thoughts.

"Even if sothing were to happen to President Luther," he said in a asured tone, "Grandpa Luther shouldn’t have handed over Luther Corporation’s shares so casually to Camilla—an outsider."

That single word, "outsider," instantly positioned Camilla against everyone else in the room.

The conference room fell silent once more.

anwhile, inside the Rolls-Royce parked in the basent of Luther corporation, Camilla removed the earpiece from her ear and closed the laptop displaying the live feed of the eting.

Her cool, composed gaze betrayed no emotion.

Between yesterday’s eting and today’s, she had already narrowed down a few suspects.

She looked up at Ramsey.

"Are the manor and Grandfather’s residence fully secured?"

Their safety was non-negotiable—there was no room for error.

"Rest assured, Madam," Ramsey replied with a solemn nod.

"I’ve personally verified everything.

All arrangents are in place."

Camilla gave a slight nod.

"It’s about ti.

Let’s go."

"Whatever thoughts you may harbor, there’s one thing we should all agree on," said the slightly overweight man at the head of the table, exhaling a slow stream of smoke.

His voice was asured, deliberate.

"No matter what happens, the Luther Corporation must always remain in the hands of the Luther Family. That’s non-negotiable."

The others remained silent, but their expressions spoke volus—nodding subtly, their eyes sharp with agreent.

"Absolutely right," Santino chid in, his gaze fixed on the empty seat at the head of the table, his tone razor-edged.

"Let’s not kid ourselves.

Every one of us here bears the Luther na. We’ve dedicated years of hard work to safeguarding the family’s legacy.

Surely, that makes us far more reliable than so outsiders—especially a woman."

His words dripped with ambition, bold to the point of recklessness.

Grandpa would be arriving soon.

Has Santino lost his mind?

Many of the Luther Corporation’s shareholders seated around the table stiffened, visibly unnerved by his audacity.

Yet the portly man who had spoken first and the tall, gaunt man with a grim expression showed no surprise.

Their faces remained unreadable, as if they had expected this.

anwhile, the middle-aged man with a kindly deanor studied the group, his brow furrowed in deep contemplation.

Their brazen confidence...

Did it an sothing unexpected was about to unfold in today’s eting?

Jonathan shifted his stance, leaning back in his chair without a word.

Of course, he wasn’t the only one who disagreed.

"That’s not the way to look at it," said a bespectacled middle-aged man seated toward the lower end of the table, his deep-set eyes serious and unwavering.

"Luther Corporation is the life’s work of generations of direct-line heirs.

The shares we hold were granted out of the goodwill of Grandpa and Chairman Sinclair.

All we’ve done is collect dividends year after year."

His gaze swept over the senior figures at the head of the table before he continued,

"Even if grandpa’s decision to transfer shares to the current family matriarch is questionable, there’s no scenario where they should rightfully fall into our hands."

The remark was clearly a pointed jab at Santino.

A few others murmured in agreent—though their support stemd less from principle and more from the cold realization that their own influence paled in comparison to the other branch families.

Even if grandpa diluted his holdings, they’d never be the beneficiaries.

Better that no one got a windfall than let rivals reap the rewards.

*What a bunch of clueless fools.*

A tall, gaunt man with a stormy expression flickered with disdain before speaking in a voice like ice.

"I can’t say I agree with that..."

The words hung in the air when the conference room door suddenly swung open from outside.

All the hushed, disjointed conversations ca to an abrupt halt.

"Madam—"

Ramsey entered first, stepping aside with a slight bow.

Every pair of eyes in the room locked onto the doorway.

Camilla strode in with asured steps, her long legs carrying her gracefully forward.

She wore a sleek black professional skirt suit, her waist-length hair loosely pinned up with a simple clip, revealing her slender neck and striking jawline.

The only jewelry she wore was a pair of pearl earrings, yet her beauty was breathtaking—radiant yet understated, exuding an air of effortless composure.

Behind her followed a middle-aged man carrying a briefcase—a familiar face to everyone present.

He was the Luther Family’s exclusive legal counsel.

*Just a pretty face*, several of the middle-aged n at the lower seats sneered inwardly as they watched Camilla.

As much as they disliked her, they couldn’t deny that her looks were flawless.

No wonder she managed to drag Sinclair—a man famously indifferent to won—down from his pedestal.

In the past, whenever the head of the Luther Family and his wife made an appearance, all the Luther branch families would rise to greet them.

And of course, that’s exactly what they had always done.

But today, not a single person moved.

Ramsey watched with cold eyes, sneering inwardly.

*Spineless cowards, the lot of them.*

Yet Camilla seed utterly unbothered.

With effortless grace, she strode to the head of the conference table and took her seat, crossing her slender, porcelain-smooth legs with an air of unshakable composure.

"My apologies for keeping you waiting."