Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire Chapter 392: Bring a wolf into his den

E Country.

Inside the CEO’s office of UNIQUE Group Stephen sat deep in thought, his pale fingers tapping absently against his unfeeling knee.

Stephen knew Sinclair’s capabilities all too well.

Once Sinclair made his move, the ga family would stand no chance—even on their ho turf in E Country.

Using him to dismantle the ga family was indeed the most effortless approach.

But what ca after?

Who would claim the lion’s share of ga Corporation—himself, or the Luther Family?

Stephen wasn’t naive enough to believe he could snatch anything from the man sitting before him.

Sinclair lowered his gaze, leisurely savoring his tea.

His tall fra exuded an air of effortless elegance, every movent radiating dominance.

"President Luther," Stephen looked up again, his refined features softening into a humble, amiable smile.

"The ga Corporation guards against too tightly.

I can’t obtain what you’re looking for."

Stephen slowly pushed the docunt in front of him back toward Sinclair. "You overestimate ."

Ramsey glanced at the returned file, his expression unsurprised.

Just as President Luther had predicted.

Sinclair leaned forward slightly, placing his cup on top the docunts before settling into a more relaxed posture.

A cold smirk played on his lips.

"If my intel is correct, half of ga Corporation’s managent consists of your people."

His gaze locked onto Stephen, sharp and unyielding.

"Claiming helplessness seems far too modest."

His voice, deep and magnetic, carried its usual calm, yet an unspoken chill seeped through.

*How... how does Luther know this?!* CK stiffened at the revelation, imdiately turning to his boss.

The smile on Stephen’s lips faded gradually, his eyes darkening as they remained fixed on Sinclair.

Those people were his carefully planted chess pieces—his trump card against ga Corporation.

No one knew except himself and his most trusted aides.

For Sinclair to uncover this in such a short ti... just how deep has his investigation gone?

It seed he had gravely underestimated this man.

The atmosphere grew slightly tense.

In the silence, Ramsey’s phone buzzed.

At this mont, any ssage could only be about Madam.

Without waiting for his boss’s instruction, he imdiately pulled out his phone to check.

Just as expected.

Sinclair glanced sideways, his gaze cool and indifferent.

Ramsey put away his phone and gave a slight nod.

Camilla was coming—they needed to hurry.

Sinclair turned his attention back to Stephen, his dark eyes as unfathomable as a frozen abyss.

"What I give, I never take back," he said, his handso face wearing a faint smile, though the curve of his lips carried a chill sharp enough to cut through bone.

"Consider it not as paynt, but as compensation."

Compensation?

CK’s expression flickered with confusion.

"Why would you say that all of a sudden?"

But Stephen understood perfectly well.

Only when there was a debt would there be compensation.

His fingers tightened slightly on the wheelchair, though his expression remained unreadable.

When he spoke again, his voice carried a chilling, deliberate weight.

"What exactly do you an by that, President Luther?"

"I can make sure E Country has only one ga Corporation—or none at all."

The curve of Sinclair’s lips deepened, dark and inscrutable.

"You’re a smart man, President ga.

I trust you know what choice to make."

As he spoke, he rose slowly from his seat.

"I expect good news from you within half an hour."

Those deep, obsidian eyes held the absolute authority of a man accustod to power.

They lingered on Stephen for a mont before Sinclair turned and strode away, his long legs carrying him with deliberate ease.

Only when Sinclair’s figure had completely disappeared did CK dare to speak.

"President ga... was that a threat?" Of course, he had heard of the Luther Family from San Francisco.

But this wasn’t San Francisco—this was E Country.

And here, the ga family was the host.

How could this man still be so domineering?!

"It’s not a threat," Stephen turned his wheelchair toward the window.

"It’s a notice."

If anyone else had said those words, he would have scoffed without a second thought. But Sinclair was different.

This was the first ti CK had ever seen his boss being outmaneuvered and left with no choice.

Stephen hesitated, then finally spoke up.

"Are you going to agree to his terms?"

"Do I have any other options?"

Stephen watched the tall, imposing figure stride away below, his eyes glinting with cold fury, a faint, self-deprecating smile tugging at his lips.

"Go prepare what Sinclair asked for."

Stephen had thought he was striking a deal with a tiger, only to realize he’d invited a wolf into his ho.

"Yes," CK sighed inwardly and stepped out.

Inside the regal blue Bentley...

"President Luther," Ramsey’s face showed a trace of concern.

"Do you think Stephen will agree to our terms?

Should I have soone keep an eye on him?"

"No need," Sinclair’s deep, piercing black eyes narrowed into sharp slits.

"Stephen is a smart man.

And smart n are experts at weighing pros and cons."

His calm voice carried an icy certainty, as if everything was already under his control.

"Stephen knows he has no other choice."

"Understood."

No sooner had Ramsey pushed aside his doubts than Stephen’s email arrived.

"President Luther—"

Sinclair skimd through the ssage in seconds, then curled his lips into a faint, indifferent smile.

"Proceed as planned."

ga Corporation.

"President Antonio—"

The assistant knocked and entered, hesitating when he saw the departnt managers seated in the office.

Antonio looked up, his icy expression softening slightly as if a thought had crossed his mind.

"You may leave now."

"Yes, right away."

The managers exhaled in relief, quickly rising and filing out.

Lately, ga Corporation has lost several major deals to UNIQUE Group.

Though it was essentially a family feud, President ga had directed all his fury at them, leaving everyone swallowing their grievances in silence.

Being an employee these days was getting harder by the minute.

Once the room cleared, Antonio fixed his gaze on the assistant.

"Has Camilla been successfully taken out of San Francisco?"

"Yes," The assistant nodded.

"It seems the Luther Family is still reeling from recent upheavals—our operatives encountered virtually no resistance during the operation."

Finally.

Only now did Antonio’s turbulent emotions begin to settle.

"Since Camilla is about to arrive, I should make proper preparations," he murmured, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Cancel all upcoming etings."

His assistant hesitated, visibly uneasy.

"Mr. Antonio Miss Camilla won’t arrive for another hour.

The scheduled eting won’t conflict with her arrival."

Antonio arched a brow, his gaze darkening with displeasure.

"Since when do you question my decisions?"

The assistant paled, then flushed in panic.

"Sir, you misunderstand—that wasn’t my intention.

The eting concerns our strategy against UNIQUE Group.

If you cancel outright, the board mbers will protest, and if word reaches the Madam, she might—"

At the ntion of his grandmother, Antonio’s usually composed eyes turned icy.

"Enough.

Follow my orders."

Camilla no longer just represents herself—she now stands as the chairwoman of the Luther Corporation.

Securing her would an gaining indirect control over the entire Luther empire through her hands.

Once that happens, neither the ga Corporation nor the entire business world of Country E would be able to restrain .

The assistant recognized the unyielding tone in Antonio’s voice and had no choice but to nod.

"Understood.

I’ll handle it imdiately."

Just as he reached the door, he suddenly paused.

"Mr. Antonio, since Miss Camilla is already here, should we arrange to bring Miss Tiffany over as well?"

"Camilla is stubborn.

The only way to make her yield is through Tiffany."

Antonio leaned back, his eyes darkening with a chilling intensity.

"Tighten security.

No one gets in, and no one gets out.

If anyone slips through, I’ll hold you personally responsible."

It was clear he had no intention of honoring their agreent to release Miss Tiffany.

The assistant responded with a quiet acknowledgnt, his brow furrowed as he stepped out.

His assistant had always believed that Mr. Antonio’s relentless pursuit of Miss Camilla stemd from unrequited love—a desperate attempt to fill the void in his life.

But now, it seed more like pure selfish ambition.

Just like his stance on inheriting the ga family empire—not as overtly eager as he appeared, yet absolutely unwilling to let it fall into anyone else’s hands.

The assistant snapped back to reality, his eyes flickering slightly as he quickly suppressed his own thoughts.