Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire Chapter 479: You are not getting younger

"It’s a chain,"

Vicente replied nonchalantly. "Including overseas locations, there are about fifty or sixty branches."

Vincent had always been low-key, never ntioning his business ventures to others—but Taylor was different.

"Hmm, not bad," Taylor murmured, the corners of his lips curling slightly in unsurprised amusent before he resud eating.

After speaking, Vicente suddenly smirked and raised an eyebrow.

It struck him that his relationship with Taylor had sohow shifted—from equals to sothing that now felt like he was a generation younger.

His gaze flickered to lissa, whose face was plastered with shock, and the amusent in her eyes deepened.

Ah well.

A generation younger it is, then.

Sinclair remained expressionless, his attention solely fixed on Camilla, completely indifferent to the others’ conversation.

The only ones genuinely stunned were Camilla and lissa.

Fifty or sixty high-end chain restaurants—that ant an annual inco of at least ten figures.

"You—you’re actually this rich?!"

"Really now?"

Vicente narrowed his eyes slightly as he gazed at lissa, his expression gentle.

"Does it not seem that way to you?"

Was there sothing about him that made lissa think he was poor?

"Well, not exactly," lissa admitted honestly.

"I just didn’t expect you to be *this* wealthy."

She tilted her head, curiosity flickering in her eyes.

"If money isn’t an issue for you, then why did you agree to my brother’s request to be my bodyguard?"

Vicente glanced at his old friend before answering.

"The main compensation your brother offered wasn’t money."

It was a favor—a debt of friendship.

"Not money?"

lissa blinked, shifting her gaze between Vicente and her brother.

Her eyes darted back and forth before suddenly freezing in realization.

"...Wait, was it **?"

Could it be that they had planned this all along?

Had they been afraid she’d refuse, so they sent Vicente to get close to her first—using his charm as bait?

Did he find a roundabout way to make himself agree?

So people’s thought processes really do take the strangest turns.

Camilla couldn’t help but laugh.

So people are just born adorable.

Taylor paused mid-bite, his lips curling into an amused smirk as he glanced at lissa.

If he hadn’t been waiting right outside the delivery room when she was born—eliminating any possibility of a switch—he might have suspected this sister of his, who shared both parents with him, had been swapped at birth.

"Finish your al and stop talking nonsense."

"...Okay."

lissa obediently picked up her utensils, though her suspicious gaze still darted between the two of them.

Vicente’s doting eyes lingered on lissa for a mont before shifting to lissa.

"You ntioned earlier that you ca to Country E for a wedding. Whose wedding?"

Taylor didn’t look up, his voice calm and composed.

"Mine."

*Clatter.*

The Spoon slipped from lissa’s fingers the mont the words left his mouth, her almond-shaped eyes widening in shock as she stared at her brother.

"Brother, what did you just say?!"

Her reaction was even more stunned than when she’d learned about Camilla’s pregnancy.

Vicente’s face also registered surprise.

Taylor had anticipated his sister’s response.

Setting down his Spoon, he took a slow sip of wine before speaking in his usual composed tone, briefly explaining the Bernardo family’s marriage proposal to the two of them.

Of course, he left out the part about the switched engagent.

lissa’s brows furrowed tightly, her anger flaring up instantly.

"Those old fools have gone too far!

How dare they keep sothing this huge a secret?!"

"No need to get worked up," Taylor said soothingly.

"Everyone involved has already been dealt

with." His words did little to extinguish her fury.

"The Bernardo family?"

Vicente interjected, as if recalling sothing.

"The sa Bernardo family planning to ally with the Harrison family through marriage?" Taylor nodded.

"That’s the one." "So, what’s your move?"

Vicente took a sip of wine, his gaze steady on Taylor.

"Need any help?"

"The engagent with the Bernardo family will definitely be called off, but—"

Taylor set down his napkin with deliberate calm, his well-defined fingers curling slightly on the table as they tapped lightly in an absent rhythm.

"—when and how it happens hasn’t been decided yet."

His voice was steady and detached, as if discussing soone else’s affairs.

"Still, there is sothing I’d like your help with."

Vicente arched an eyebrow leisurely.

"Na it."

After all, this was soone he needed to stay on good terms with right now.

"Look into the Harrison family," Taylor cut straight to the point without preamble.

"Especially Harrison Junior."

Sinclair lifted his gaze, studying Taylor for a mont.

Camilla also turned to look at him.

They both understood exactly why Taylor was making this request.

"You don’t need to investigate your own future wife, but you’re digging into your future brother-in-law?"

Vicente smirked, his eyes glinting with playful mockery as he regarded his friend.

"What’s the matter?

Afraid of being outshined?"

Taylor narrowed his eyes slightly, his fingers tapping the tabletop in an absentminded rhythm.

"Sothing like that."

Before Vicente could respond, a deep, cool voice cut in.

"Drop the investigation."

Both Taylor and Vicente turned their heads toward the speaker—especially Vicente, whose sharp eyes narrowed thoughtfully.

"What, does the Harrison family matter have anything to do with you, President Luther?"

"Mn."

Sinclair took his ti ladling a bowl of soup for Camilla, handing it to her with a rare gentleness in his expression.

"Drink it while it’s hot."

"Okay."

Camilla nodded, picking up her spoon to sip the soup with deliberate grace.

Only then did Sinclair shift his gaze to Vicente, his voice icy as he briefly recounted the incident at the auction.

"So that’s what happened," Vicente murmured, his expression shifting to one of understanding, a hint of seriousness settling in his eyes.

"Actually, I know a thing or two about Harrison.

To sum him up in three words—"

Vincent tapped the table twice with his bent fingers.

"a womanizer, a scher, and soone who never lets a slight go unanswered."

Never let a slight go unanswered.

Camilla’s hand paused mid-sip, her cool, striking eyes lifting.

Under the others’ watchful gazes, Vicente continued, "Harrison won’t just let the auction incident slide."

Vincent narrowed his eyes aningfully.

"I’ve got enough n on standby. If you need reinforcents, Mr. Luther, just say the word."

After all, this wasn’t the capital of San Francisco, where the Luther Family’s influence reigned supre.

"Vicente’s right,"

Taylor studied Sinclair with a concerned gaze.

"Sinclair, it’s better to err on the side of caution."

"Don’t worry," Sinclair replied, his brows relaxing as he lifted his eyes to et theirs.

There was sothing deliberately suggestive in his tone.

"What I want is precisely his vindictive nature."

His voice dropped lower, his unusually cold stare fixed on so distant point in the air before him.

"I knew from the very beginning that the person in Booth Six was him."

The ga family was his stepping stone, while the Harrison family would be his ladder to scale greater heights. Vicente frowned.

The intricacies of business dealings weren’t his forte.

Taylor, however, narrowed his eyes as he observed his old friend.

A mont of realization seed to dawn on him, and he leaned back in his chair with a faint smile playing on his lips.

"If that’s the case, then we’ll proceed according to your plan."

Camilla’s expression remained unreadable. When Sinclair made a move, he always thought ten steps ahead.

Therefore, she wasn’t the least bit worried and would always stand by him.

After everyone had shared their opinions, lissa finally snapped out of his thoughts with a belated realization.

"Bro," she said, twirling the straw between her delicate fingers while fixing her gaze on Taylor,

"I think we should at least see what your future wife looks like before deciding whether to call off the engagent."

A mischievous glint flashed in her eyes as she added,

"After all, you’re not getting any younger."