Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire Chapter 430: Boss we finally found the woman called Camilla

The ga Residence.

"You’re saying you’ve tracked down that woman Camilla’s whereabouts?!"

Madam ga leaped to her feet at the news she’d been waiting for, fixing the butler with an intense stare.

The sudden movent made the butler flinch in surprise.

"Stop making such a scene," Grandma ga paused the prayer beads rotating between her fingers.

Her clouded eyes held a chilling coldness that could freeze one’s blood.

"Sit down."

Her voice was hoarse and deliberate, carrying an icy authority that broke no disobedience.

Mrs. ga’s face twisted unpleasantly, her lips trembling as if to protest.

"What are you doing?"

Mr. ga had already pulled her back onto the seat, his tone scolding.

"Get a hold of yourself.

Let’s hear what Mother has to say."

Mother this, mother that.

Damn that old hag putting on airs at a ti like this!!

Mrs. ga clutched her dress tightly, her eyes dark and suffocating with hidden turmoil.

Grandma ga turned her gaze to the butler.

"Where is she, and how did you find her?"

She had to be cautious—this could very well be a trap set by that woman.

The butler imdiately bowed his head and recounted how they had followed Stephen to the prearranged hospital, only to unexpectedly discover Camilla.

Madam ga’s sharp, penetrating eyes narrowed like blades.

"Have you identified the young man who carried Camilla to the hospital?"

The butler shook his head.

"We’re still investigating."

Information about Sinclair was far too scarce to confirm anything.

"Mother," Mr. ga interjected.

"Do you suspect that man is Sinclair?" Grandpa.

ga nodded slowly.

"Didn’t we receive word from San Francisco that Sinclair had fallen gravely ill and slipped into a coma recently?

And that Grandpa Luther, in his weakened state, handed over the Luther Corporation to Camilla?"

Mr. ga furrowed his brows, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"How could it be him?

" "I didn’t want to believe it either," Grandma.

ga replied slowly, her voice heavy with concern.

Her own brow creased in deep thought.

"But if it wasn’t him, then who else could have been by Camilla’s side?"

"But Mom,"

Mr. ga frowned deeply, his icy expression betraying disbelief.

"Do you really think the Luther Family would go to such lengths just to deceive us?"

The reports were clear—Sinclair had already fallen ill and slipped into a coma so ti ago.

Back then, there had been no conflict between our families, nor with that woman Camilla.

Grandma ga’s face darkened, her voice sharp with warning.

"Whether it’s true or not, caution never hurts."

"Of course," Mr. ga nodded, reflexively deferring to his mother’s judgnt.

"What do you suggest we do?"

His tone was as passive as ever, devoid of any independent thought.

"All you ever do is ask questions," grandma ga narrowed her piercing eyes, her disdain and reproach laid bare.

"Can’t you think for yourself? Must you always rely on a half-dead old woman like to make decisions?

How did I end up with such a useless son?"

The words struck Mr. ga like a slap across the face.

His expression darkened visibly, his hands on the table clenching and unclenching in restless frustration.

*Serves him right.*

Mrs. ga observed her husband’s reaction with cold satisfaction, her lips curling in silent disdain.

Pathetic.

Still groveling at that old hag’s feet like a spineless worm.

* Suddenly, the whole scene felt unbearably tireso.

With a frosty glare, she pushed back her chair and stood to leave.

The abrupt movent startled the other three in the room.

Grandma ga’s brows knitted together, her voice sharp with disapproval.

Though Mr. ga dared not defy his mother, he had no such reservations with his wife.

"Where do you think you’re going?

Stop right there!"

But Mrs. ga didn’t even flinch.

Without so much as a backward glance, she strode out, her retreating figure radiating icy contempt.

By now, she saw right through the mother and son—their greed, their hypocrisy.

Her son’s vengeance would be hers alone to claim.

Mr. ga’s jaw tightened, humiliation burning in his chest.

First his mother humiliated him, and now even his wife dared to defy him?!

As Mrs. ga left, the atmosphere in the living room instantly froze, the temperature plunging to an icy low.

The butler bowed his head even lower, doing his utmost to make himself invisible.

Mr. ga’s breathing grew heavier, clearly seething with anger.

"Mom, I’ll go and bring her back—"

"Let her be."

Grandma ga’s expression darkened ominously as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Her son was a disappointnt, and her daughter-in-law was even more useless.

The only grandson with both cunning and intellect had been murdered.

Heaven truly seed to delight in opposing her!

Her withered fingers, clutching the bodhi prayer beads, whitened from the force of her grip.

Seeing the look on grandma ga’s face, Mr. ga didn’t dare say another word.

Instead, he grabbed his teacup and gulped down a mouthful, trying to suppress his fury.

Amid the heavy silence, grandma ga’s voice cut through, low and icy.

"Send soone to keep a close watch on that woman at the hospital."

"We must uncover that man’s identity and the forces surrounding her."

"Yes," The butler gave a solemn nod, his expression grave.

Mr. ga’s eyes darkened as he pressed his lips together, hesitating for a mont before voicing his doubts.

"If that man really is Sinclair... should we still proceed?"

"Of course," grandma ga replied, her eyes narrowing to slits, her voice slow and dripping with icy venom.

"Antonio’s death cannot go unavenged."

"But..." Mr. ga hesitated, uneasy flickering across his face.

"Sinclair isn’t soone to be trifled with.

If the ga family crosses him, we might not co out unscathed."

Even in E Country, whispers of the Luther heir’s ruthless thods had reached his ears.

"In San Francisco, we’d have no chance against him," grandma ga sneered, her gaze sharp as frost.

"But this is E Country."

Mr. ga’s brows furrowed deeply, his anxiety unshaken.

Yet, clinging to the hope that the man might not be Sinclair after all—that this was all just unnecessary worry—he remained silent.

"As for Stephen," grandma ga continued, her tone decisive, "it’s ti to make our move."

Grandma ga closed her eyes, continuing to count the prayer beads between her fingers.

"There can only be one ga family at the charity gala."

Had Antonio not t with misfortune, the ga family and Stephen appearing together at the sa event would have only invited ridicule toward the latter—a man of lowly status and physical disability.

But now... the best solution was to ensure that the bastard couldn’t attend at all.

Mr. ga stiffened, grasping the old lady’s implication.

His expression hardened as he gave a solemn nod.

anwhile.

"I already know where that vixen is.

No need for you to investigate further," Grandma ga hissed into the phone, her voice venomous and barely above a whisper.

"I don’t care how you catch her, but how she dies must be exactly as I say."

She would make sure that won followed Jingxun to the afterlife—in the sa place, the sa way.

"Don’t worry, grandma ga," The man’s voice on the other end was chanically distorted, devoid of any warmth.

"Once the paynt clears, you’ll be more than satisfied."

Grandma ga’s brow furrowed. She understood his aning.

"Tomorrow morning, I’ll transfer the deposit of fifteen million to your account," she said coldly.

"The other half—you’ll get it when I see her corpse."

"No problem," The man replied without hesitation.