Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire Chapter 405: Congrats on finally getting Tiffany

Camilla: "Was Calvin afraid she’d steal his newly won girlfriend?

Don’t say it.

Actually, scratch that—Calvin really was thinking exactly that.

The door clicked shut from the outside, leaving only Camilla and Tiffany in the hospital room.

Tiffany took in her best friend’s teasing, radiant smile and, cheeks flushing, decided to take the initiative.

"Camilla, ask whatever you want," she said, her voice warm but slightly sheepish.

"I promise, no secrets—I’ll tell you everything."

She was clearly bracing herself for the interrogation.

After all, she’d once sworn up and down to Camilla that she’d never end up with Calvin.

And now, not long after, here they were—proof that she’d been dead wrong.

"There is sothing I want to ask," Camilla admitted, settling onto the edge of the bed. Gently, she took Tiffany’s bandaged hand in hers, her eyes shadowed with guilt and concern.

"How are your injuries?"

With both of Tiffany’s wrists wrapped in gauze, checking her pulse was impossible.

So instead, Camilla kept her voice soft, her gaze steady, waiting for the answer.

"Did they give you a thorough check-up?

What did the doctor say?"

Compared to Fanny’s romantic affairs, Camilla was far more concerned about her friend’s physical well-being.

As she spoke, her eyes carefully scanned Fanny’s expression and complexion, searching for any signs of distress.

"I’m fine, really," Tiffany reassured her, squeezing Camilla’s hand lightly with a carefree tone.

"The doctor said it’s just superficial wounds—they’ll heal in no ti," she added, wrinkling her nose playfully before adopting a mock-stern voice.

"And when they do, Dr. Rodriguez, you’d better whip up so top-notch scar cream for ."

"Deal," Camilla replied, the tension in her chest easing now that she was certain Fanny hadn’t suffered any internal injuries.

A small smile tugged at her lips as she played along.

"I’ll make sure our precious Fanny gets the best cream money I can’t buy.

Guaranteed—not a single scar for Calvin to find, head to toe."

By the end, her tone had shifted into the teasing lilt of close friends.

Tiffany hadn’t expected Camilla to suddenly pivot the conversation toward her and Calvin.

She nodded reflexively before the implication fully registered.

"Camilla!!"

"What’s there to be shy about?

We’re all adults here," Camilla quipped, her grin widening. Camilla blinked playfully at Tiffany, leaning in to whisper by her ear.

"You rember those CEO stereotypes you told about when I first married Sinclair?"

Her hushed voice carried a teasing undertone.

"Well, Calvin seems to fit right into that category."

Of course she rembered.

Tiffany’s cheeks flushed as she shook her head at her friend, feigning innocence.

"Nope, not a single word cos to mind."

"No worries, I can refresh your mory," Camilla replied, her smile widening mischievously.

Before she could continue, Tiffany hastily cut her off.

"No need, no need—it’s all coming back to now!"

At this point, Tiffany couldn’t help feeling like she’d dug her own grave.

The two murmured secrets only best friends shared, bursting into laughter from ti to ti.

The gloom that had weighed on their hearts gradually lifted.

Outside, the dark clouds shrouding the night sky had vanished without notice, revealing the hidden stars beyond.

Beyond the hospital room... Calvin exhaled a plu of smoke, his captivating almond-shaped eyes brimming with unconcealed amusent.

"Aren’t you going to congratulate ?"

Sinclair narrowed his eyes slightly, his lips curling into a faint, enigmatic smile as he regarded his smug-looking friend.

"Congratulations," he said, taking a slow drag from his cigarette before continuing, his voice low and deliberate.

"Now that you’re together, treat her right. Otherwise, Camilla won’t let you off easily."

"Camilla won’t let off easily?"

Calvin arched an eyebrow, his devilishly handso face alight with sudden curiosity as he played along.

"And what about you?

If that day ever cos, will you side with Camilla against your own buddy, or put in a good word for ?"

Calvin expected Sinclair to hesitate, even for just a second.

But before the words had fully left his mouth, the man’s deep, slightly raspy voice cut through the air.

"After all these years, you should know better than that."

Sinclair flicked the ash from his cigarette with a precise tap of his fingers.

"There’s no ’or’ with .

So if that day ever cos... you’d better watch your back."

Not even a second’s hesitation? Well, that question had clearly been a self-inflicted humiliation.

Though he was long accustod to his friend’s "bros before hoes" attitude, Calvin couldn’t help but sigh.

What could he say?

Calvin’d chosen the wrong friends.

"Don’t worry," Calvin took a deep drag from his cigarette, exhaling slowly.

The pale smoke curled from his lips and nostrils, rising and dissipating like a wisp of mist.

His tone, usually languid and indifferent, now carried an unmistakable weight of sincerity.

"My feelings for Fanny are real.

Whether for her sake or for the sake of our fragile friendship, that day will never co."

Sinclair understood Calvin well.

Outwardly reckless and unrestrained, he was, in truth, more devoted to those he cared about than anyone else.

"Once Tiffany has recovered a bit, take her back to the capital first."

"First?"

Calvin caught the implication in his friend’s words imdiately, tilting his head to glance at him.

"You and Camilla are staying in E Country?

" "Mmm."

Sinclair’s gaze darkened, his voice low and detached as he spoke.

"That man Antonio may be dead, but his family remains.

Leaving them be will only invite trouble sooner or later."

And what he disliked most was trouble. Antonio was the current heir of the family.

If he died, the ga clan would never let it slide.

By doing this, Sinclair was clearly aiming to cut the problem off at the root.

But wouldn’t it be safer and more secure to handle it back in San Francisco?

Calvin was a businessman, accustod to thinking from a businessman’s perspective.

Calvin suspected Sinclair’s motives ran deeper than that.

"It’s not just about Antonio’s family, is it?

The ga Group plays a part too, doesn’t it?"

"The Luther Corporation’s expansion into the country E market needs a stepping stone," Sinclair stated bluntly, his sharp eyes fixed on the distance, his refined features cold and inscrutable.

"And the ga family happens to be the perfect fit."

Just as he’d thought. Calvin wasn’t surprised. Calvin stubbed out his cigarette with a flick of his fingers.

"If you need any help, just say the word.

Of course—"

Calvin raised an eyebrow at Sinclair, the smirk on his lips deepening.

His striking, mischievous eyes made him look like nothing short of a cunning fox.

"Don’t forget to hit up first when there’s good business to be had.

The dostic market has been squeezed dry by you and Taylor lately—my entire family can barely afford rice these days."

Your family, struggling to put food on the table?

Sinclair’s lips curled slightly, his expression indifferent as he ignored the remark.