Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire Chapter 48: Sandra Porter and Tyler Luther spend the night t

The next day at noon. Inside a hotel.

Sandra opened her eyes, waking with her whole body aching.

She stared at the white ceiling, reacting after a few seconds.

She realized that she was lying in a hotel room, her pupils contracting.

Vague mories of what happened last night were also starting to co back to her.

She had gotten drunk. She had been stopped.

And in the end... it seed like it was Sinclair who ca to rescue her.

They had even had a heartfelt conversation.

A glint of surprise flashed in Sandra's eyes. With a nervous heart, she slowly turned over.

The streamline upper body and handso face of the man ca into her view.

There was a slight resemblance to Sinclair between his eyebrows and eyes, but it obviously wasn't him.

Did she spend the night with a man whose identity she didn't know?! Sandra widened her eyes, her face full of panic and disbelief.

"Barf-!" With a jolt, she sat up on the bed and gave Tyler a hard kick.

"Get up!!" Last night, Tyler, was tornted for the whole night by the drug effects inside Sandra's body.

Having just fallen asleep, he was awakened by her kick, feeling extrely irritated.

But the mont he opened his eyes and saw Sandra, his annoyed expression imdiately morphed into a gentle smile.

"You're awake?" His voice was hoarse and filled with exhaustion.

"Who are you? How did you get here? What did you do to ?"

Sandra could clearly feel the pain in her body and knew what had happened, but she still unwillingly questioned, not wanting to believe it.

"It wasn't who did sothing to you, but you who did sothing to ," Tyler, replied lazily, leaning against the head of the bed.

"I saved you at the entrance of the bar and wanted to take you ho. But you couldn't explain anything clearly, so I had to bring you to a hotel to rest."

A helpless smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he squinted his eyes.

"You kept pestering , not letting leave." At the entrance to the bar.

His words brought up many fragnted images in Sandra's mind.

"Nonsense!!" She was both shocked and angry, yet she had a suspicion that it was the drug given by the bald head that was taking effect.

But she refused to admit it vocally. "Just you wait, I am going to call the police and have you put in jail!!"

"My dash cam and the CCTV from the hotel corridor should have clearly recorded what happened last night,"

Tyler, calmly took out his cellphone and played an audio clip. "And this."

The clip was of Sandra's beautiful voice, beseeching him not to leave.

"I....." Faced with evidence, Sandra's face paled.

"I'm sorry," Tyler, slightly raised his eyebrow, speaking with an air of gentleness.

"But in order to prove my innocence, I had to leave so evidence."

Sandra thought about sleeping with such an ambiguous man.

Her heart felt chaotic and irritated, her face was extrely ugly.

She fiercely glared at Tyler and comforted herself in her mind, "This man is at least better than the fat bald man."

She picked up the clothes scattered on the floor and quickly moved into the bathroom.

Tyler watched Sandra's retreating figure, the gentleness on his face shifting to gloom. What if she likes Sinclair?

Wasn't she obedient under him? Soon, Sandra ca out of the bathroom fully dressed.

"We are all adults.

Let's pretend nothing happened last night. If you dare to speak out, I will not forgive you."

She looked at Tyler, her eyes cold. "Do you understand?"

Tyler looked at Sandra, his expression remaining gentle.

"I don't even know your identity; what can I tell anyone?" True enough.

This can be considered a one-night stand. Sandra pursed her lips, leaving without looking back.

She would certainly find those bald n, and make them wish they were dead!!

"Bang--" The door of the room was closed forcefully.

"Sandra," Tyler, was fiddling with his phone, and a wily smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"This is just the beginning. We'll et again soon."

Saying this, he dialed a number.

"She's gone."

"Yes, Boss."

The person on the other end of the line imdiately understood.

The Porter Residence.

Grandpa Porter, was seated in the living room, sipping on so tea.

Upon witnessing his granddaughter walking in looking extrely out of sorts, he furrowed his brows.

"Sandra."

Sandra paused her steps, a fleeting shade of guilt passing through her eyes.

"Grandfather--"

"You've been carrying on more unrestrained now, going out, and causing chaos all night?"

Grandpa Porter set his teacup heavily on the table, his tone displeased.

"What's worth going to such a foul and corrupt place?"

"Don't forget who you are!!"

"I..." Sandra started to say sothing but then stopped, deep contemplation flickering in her eyes.

If she were to expose everything that happened last night, her grandfather would certainly issue a large-scale order to find those people, including the man at the hotel.

This is sothing, she did not wish for any soul to know.

Otherwise, she and Sinclair will have no chance anymore.

"I'm sorry, grandpa, I promise not to do this again."

Sandra proficiently lowers her head to apologize.

Grandpa Porter has always spoiled Sandra.

"Rember what you said," Seeing her like this, his stern face imdiately softened a lot.

"If you do this again, grandpa will really get angry."

"Don't worry, grandpa."

Sandra obediently responds. Grandpa Porter didn't continue to lecture, and solemnly said.

"In a few days, it will be grandpa Luther's birthday Celebration.

You will accompany grandpa to go."

At the Luther Family's birthday feast, all the upper-class families from their town and even the entire Arica will co.

At that ti, the best young people will be among them.

In the past, Sandra was entirely focused on Sinclair, never looking at anyone else.

He had also hoped to form a marriage alliance with the Luther Family, so he did not bother.

But now.

Grandpa Porter lowered his gaze, gently sipped his tea.

It was ti to find new prospects for Sandra.

"I understand, Grandpa," Replied Sandra. However, her thoughts were completely contrary to that of her grandpa's.

She planned to ruin Camilla's reputation at Grandpa Luther's birthday banquet, forcing her out of the Luther Family.

Thinking of this, a sly gleam flashed across her eyes, greatly elevating her gloom.

Grandpa Porter waved his hand.

"Go get so rest, your eye bags are drooping to your feet."

Sandra responded, and returned to her room.

After taking a shower, she picked up her phone and made a call.

"Have Steven co to Porter's residence, I want him to tailor two sets of dresses for ."

UNIQUE is a top high-end brand dostic to the country.

A dress made by a regular designer would cost a seven-figure amount.

The dresses designed by top-tier designers like Steven are extrely expensive.

But this amount of money is negligible to Sandra.

At the banquet, she must be more radiant and eye-catching than Camilla!

"I'm sorry, Miss Sandra," The woman on the other end of the phone said with a full apology.

"Our head designer has already been booked, would you like to choose another one?" "I'll pay double the price," Sandra frowned, her face displeased.

"Cancel the previous reservation."

This was not her first ti doing this. No matter how reluctant UNIQUE is, they dare not offend the Porter family.

Just when Sandra thought the issue was settled, the voice inside the phone rang again.

"I'm sorry Miss Sandra, we really can't cancel this reservation, but we will definitely introduce you to other top designers...."

Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by Sandra.

"I only want Steven. No one else is worthy of designing my dress."

"This....." The woman on the phone appeared to be very distressed.

"Who made an appointnt with Steven's family?" Sandra's brows knitted deeply.

"I'll go and find him myself."

The woman on the phone had no choice but to hem and haw.

"It's from Luther's family."

The Luther's family? Upon hearing these two words, Sandra's face darkened. It's Camilla again!!

She hung up the phone, her nails pressing deeply into her palms.

The resentnt bubbling up from within her made her wish she could rush to the Luther's family right now and tear Camilla to pieces. -- Luther's mansion.

Awakening in the arms of Sinclair, Camilla looked up to find a handso sleeping face.

The sleeping Sinclair was completely different from when he was awake.

The oppressive aura and frosty deanor that kept people at bay had noticeably eased off. He appeared much gentler.

Camilla wore a smile at the corner of her mouth.

Her eyes traced the contours of Sinclair's face, freezing when they reached his lips.

The wounds that had originally clotted were torn open again.

Suddenly. The terrifying images from last night, like fragnted pieces, burrowed into Camilla's brain, causing her cheeks to flush instantly.

She didn't want to face Sinclair, she only wished to disappear into the ground.

Just as she was preparing to get up, she is swiftly held around the waist by the man.

"Where are you going, love?"

His voice, still rough from sleep, was husky and sexy in the extre.