Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire Chapter 460: The downfall of the Mega family 2

"Understood,"

The butler caught the stern look in Grandma ga’s eyes and nodded repeatedly.

"I’ll get right on it, right away."

Mr. ga turned and strode briskly out of the room.

Everyone present completely ignored the wife slumped on the floor—or rather, they simply had no energy to spare for her.

The despair on Madam ga’s face gradually twisted into a cold smirk.

She made no move to get up, content to watch the drama unfold from where she sat.

"Whatever happens, the cash flow must not be disrupted," Grandma ga’s voice was icy, her expression graver than ever before.

"Even a sinking ship has its worth.

No matter who’s behind this, thinking they can bring down our ga family so easily is nothing but a pipe dream."

She raised her eyes to fix Mr. ga and Martin with a piercing gaze, her tone heavy with authority.

"Contact the heads of our other businesses and the branch families.

Transfer every available fund—whether liquid or not—to the group’s accounts imdiately."

The ga family’s empire was vast.

While the main family’s primary asset was the ga Group, "primary" didn’t an "exclusive."

With the assets and funds from the collateral branches, it wasn’t impossible to plug the financial gap in a short ti.

"Understood."

Mr. ga’s eyes lit up as he nodded eagerly and turned to make the necessary calls.

But Martin hesitated, rooted to the spot. His gaze lingered on the matriarch.

"Grandma," he ventured cautiously, "I’m not sure the other collateral branch heads will be willing."

Traditionally, the collateral branches had always deferred to the main family—partly because aligning with them maximized their benefits, and partly because the main family controlled the lion’s share of the economic lifelines.

But now, with this sudden crisis, the situation had changed.

As a branch head himself, Martin understood this better than anyone.

"They can’t possibly be blind to the fact that when the nest is overturned, no egg remains unbroken," the matriarch snapped, her brows furrowed tightly.

The composed deanor she had maintained earlier was gone, replaced by barely restrained fury.

"If the ga Group collapses, how long do they think they can last without our support?"

Other families might operate differently.

But the ga family was unique.

Even without the main family’s backing, there was still *him*—soone they could turn to.

Of course, Martin didn’t dare voice that thought aloud.

"...Understood.

I’ll give it a try."

Just as he turned to leave, Grandma ga called him back.

"Wait—"

Her voice sounded even more aged and somber now.

"Compile a list of contact information for all the old family friends who have business dealings with the ga Corporation.

I’ll reach out to them personally."

Human hearts were indeed inscrutable—Martin wasn’t wrong about that.

Today, even if it ant sacrificing her dignity, she couldn’t stand by and watch the corporation’s situation deteriorate further.

Martin nodded with a grave expression and imdiately set to work.

Madam ga sat on the floor, her cold gaze taking in the unfolding events within the ga household.

Through her eyes, one could already see the first cracks in the mighty ga empire beginning to show. ——

At the auction house.

"Well now," Taylor remarked after successfully bidding for a painting, refilling Camilla’s teacup before turning his attention to Sinclair.

His deanor remained as refined and courteous as ever.

"The auction’s more than halfway through, and you still haven’t seen anything you like?"

Taylor knew perfectly well that Sinclair wasn’t here for so charity gala’s financial verification—this was all about making Camilla happy.

Camilla took a sip of the freshly poured hot tea in front of her, her beautiful eyes crinkling with quiet amusent as she remained silent.

Of course she understood Sinclair’s intentions, but she hadn’t planned on actually buying anything.

Just the thought behind it was enough to bring her joy.

"Nothing yet," Sinclair glanced down at Camilla, his strikingly handso face as composed as ever.

"If it’s for Camilla, it has to be perfect or nothing at all."

His voice was cool and even, but Taylor could hear the unmistakable tenderness beneath those words.

In the past, no one—himself included—would have imagined Sinclair going to such lengths for a woman.

Calvin was right.

Marriage changes people beyond recognition.

Just as Taylor entertained this thought, he recalled how the very person who’d said those words now clung to his girlfriend as if glued to her twenty-four seven.

Well, this one wasn’t much better either.

Shaking his head with a wry smile, he picked up his Aricano, the bitter brew barely cutting through the saccharine atmosphere around him.

"Sweetheart," Camilla tilted her head toward her husband, her porcelain-perfect face lit with a faint, knowing smile.

"How are things with the ga family?"

Her tone was casual, as if she were rely comnting on the weather.

Sinclair pulled her closer, his thin lips curving into a chilling smirk—one she couldn’t see.

"Soon."

"Mhm," Camilla nodded and nestled comfortably into the man’s embrace, which exuded a reassuring warmth.

It seed the auction’s conclusion would also mark the beginning of the ga family’s downfall.

Taylor had grown accustod to ignoring the couple’s intimacy.

Leaning back on the sofa, he flipped leisurely through an English-language magazine, deliberately isolating himself from the pair across from him.

anwhile, at the ga residence, Martin and the others moved swiftly under the matriarch’s orders, each assigned their own tasks.

But soon, they realized—every possible path had been blocked in advance.

The ga Corporation had barely begun to falter when its subsidiaries also started collapsing one after another, each too overwheld to help the other.

So even turned to the main company for aid, let alone offering any support in return.

With the core subsidiaries rendered useless, news from both the main and branch families trickled in.

Just as Martin had predicted, only a handful were willing to lend a hand—most chose to watch from the sidelines as the crisis unfolded.

The matriarch was livid, but her fury didn’t stop there.

Swallowing her pride, she personally called the heads of various allied families, yet the investnts she secured were pitifully small—nowhere near enough to nd the ga Corporation’s shattered financial chain.

"Damn it!

These people were practically groveling at our feet when they wanted to collaborate with the ga family.

But the mont trouble hits us, they’re the first to turn their backs," Mr. ga spat through gritted teeth, his face contorted with rage.

"A bunch of ungrateful snakes."

Idiot.

Grandma ga watched her son’s furious outburst with a cold, mocking smile curling her lips.

Businessn were hardwired to chase profit and flee disaster.

No amount of past camaraderie would make them willing to be dragged down by the suddenly capsizing ga family.

Right now, the ga empire was like a collapsing dam—once the breach started, there was no telling when it would end.

Trouble ca in relentless waves.

News of the ga family’s crisis spread like wildfire.

Countless shareholders, sensing impending disaster, imdiately began dumping their ga Corporation stocks at rock-bottom prices.

This triggered a catastrophic plunge, sending the company’s shares straight into freefall until they hit the daily limit down.

The phone lines at the ga residence were overwheld—call after call from within the corporation and major dia outlets flooded in, ringing nonstop. ...