Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire Chapter 521: Camilla’s plans for Ramsey

anwhile— Ramsey trapped Sonia’s leg between his knees, blocking her strike aid at his vulnerable spot, while simultaneously catching her fist mid-air as it shot toward his chest.

Locked in this tangled stance, the two found themselves face-to-face, neither willing to yield.

Sonia’s hands and feet were shackled, yet her face wore an indomitable expression.

In the next instant, she leaned toward Ramsey and sank her teeth into his chest.

Given their height difference, she could only reach the area near his heart.

"Ouch!"

Ramsey hadn’t anticipated such a move.

The mont he realized where she had bitten him, his face flushed crimson, and his grip instinctively loosened.

What kind of lunatic was this girl?!

His lips pressed into a tight line, montarily robbed of words.

Seizing the opportunity, Sonia prepared to strike again.

"Alright, that’s enough," Camilla’s amused voice cut in.

"A little playfulness spices things up, but too much just hurts.

Both of you, stop now."

Her lips curled into an irrepressible smile as she eyed the spot where Ramsey had been bitten.

Sonia imdiately released her hold, her doll-like face relaxing back into a grin—adorable as ever.

"Sorry about that," she said, not sounding the least bit remorseful.

"Desperate tis call for desperate asures."

She hadn’t exactly had the luxury of picking a better spot.

Sonia turned around and walked up to Sinclair and Camilla.

"President Luther, Mrs. Luther, did I pass the test?"

Standing still now, she was a far cry from the fierce fighter she had been monts ago.

"Of course you did," Camilla said, glancing at Ramsey.

"Ramsey, arrange accommodations for Miss Sonia."

Sinclair toyed with the obsidian ring on his finger, silent—clearly giving his tacit approval.

*Ramsey got bitten, and now he has to find this woman a place to stay?*

Ramsey shot Camilla a wounded look but didn’t dare voice his complaint.

"Just call Orange, Mrs. Luther," Sonia said with a sweet smile.

"Thank you, Mrs. Luther."

From now on, she’d be part of the high-earning elite in her profession—all those years of grueling training had finally paid off.

Then, as if suddenly rembering sothing, she turned to Ramsey, who was still clutching his chest, his face slightly flushed with a complicated expression.

"And thank you too.

We’re colleagues now—let’s get along!"

"Don’t worry," Ramsey gritted his teeth, determination flashing in his eyes.

"I’ll take good care of you, no matter what."

Sonia caught the emphasis in his words and shrugged nonchalantly, a mischievous glint in her gaze.

In a fight, all’s fair—no holds barred.

If he had the guts, he could always bite her back.

But then, the mory of where she’d bitten him surfaced, and for so inexplicable reason, a faint blush crept across her cheeks.

anwhile, Camilla’s crimson lips curved into a knowing smile as she shot Sinclair a playful, aningful glance.

Ramsey shot Sonia a warning glare before turning back to his superiors, his tone turning serious.

"President Luther, Madam, I have sothing to report."

Sonia imdiately took the hint. With a respectful nod to Sinclair and Camilla, she said, "I’ll wait outside."

Once the door closed behind her, Ramsey straightened his posture and retrieved an ornate invitation from the side table, handing it to Sinclair and Camilla.

"President Luther, Madam, this is an invitation delivered by Earl Aiston’s envoy."

His voice lowered slightly as he added, "It’s for Princess Kiara’s birthday banquet."

Camilla stared at the invitation in her hand, her expression gradually turning icy.

As san Francisco nationals, neither she nor Sinclair should have been on the guest list for such an exclusive royal gathering.

Snapping the invitation shut, she lifted her gaze to Ramsey.

"Who else received this besides us?"

Ramsey’s voice lowered.

"I made sure to ask.

Apart from you and President Luther, the rest are all prominent local families from Country E."

Ramsey paused before adding, "The ssenger claid the royal family wanted to express gratitude for your generous donations to the charity gala."

Is that so?

Camilla narrowed her eyes.

Sothing told her soone was getting restless. Sinclair clearly shared her suspicion.

While the royal family could pull strings with the Nolan family, the Nolan held no sway over the royals.

This sudden invitation spoke volus—it practically confird who was behind Grandpa Rodriguez’s disappearance.

His narrow, deep-set eyes slowly narrowed, and the corners of his lips curled into an enigmatic smile.

But then again— Sinclair wasn’t afraid of these people making a move.

What worried him was if they didn’t.

"Tell the ssenger we’ll attend the banquet on ti tomorrow."

"Yes, sir."

Ramsey nodded and stepped out. Outside, he spotted Sonia waiting and paused in his tracks.

"Let’s go."

"Sure thing!"

Sonia imdiately fell into step beside him, her doll-like face beaming with a cheerful grin.

"Assistant Ramsey, from now on, can I just call you Ram?"

After all, in this line of work, you had to know how to read the room.

"Suit yourself."

Ramsey replied indifferently.

Just the sight of this woman made sothing in his chest ache.

"Ram," Sonia completely ignored Ramsey’s aloof deanor, quickening her pace to keep up with him.

"Could you have soone send Madam’s dietary preferences?

I need to arrange her als accordingly."

Since it was for Camilla, Ramsey naturally wouldn’t refuse.

"Sure."

"Thanks," Sonia thought Ramsey was actually quite approachable.

"And, Ram .." Was she never going to stop?

Ramsey frowned, halting abruptly before turning around.

Sonia, who had been walking briskly to keep up, couldn’t stop in ti when she realized Ramsey had turned to face her.

*Thud.*

With a dull impact, Sonia collided straight into Ramsey’s chest.

Her head, as if by cruel fate, struck the exact sa spot where she had bitten him before.

"Ouch—" Ramsey frowned sharply, sucking in a breath through clenched teeth.

His fair, handso face visibly darkened in an instant.

Sonia quickly realized what had happened and took half a step back, instinctively rubbing the spot she had bumped into.

"Sorry, sorry! I didn’t an to!"

Then, realizing exactly where her hand was, she froze mid-motion.

Ramsey’s eyes darkened dangerously as he grabbed her wrist, his jaw tight.

"Enjoying yourself?"

If one looked closely, they’d notice the faint flush creeping up his ears under the sunlight.

"Should I be honest?"

Sonia asked in a small voice, eyeing his furious expression.

A muscle twitched near Ramsey’s brow.

Misinterpreting his reaction, she hurriedly added, "Well... it actually feels pretty nice?"

Ramsey was torn between rage and laughter. "...Thanks?"

"No need to thank ," Sonia said with utmost seriousness.

"I was just stating facts."

Even the usually smooth-talking Assistant Ramsey found himself montarily at a loss for words to retort.

"Rember, from now on, don’t say anything or make any moves," Ramsey instructed.

Sonia nodded, her gaze suddenly catching sight of several figures in the distance.

"Um... Ram, could you let go of now?"

Only then did Ramsey realize he was still gripping Sonia’s wrist.

Ramsey quickly released her.

The mont he turned around, his expression froze.

Aunt Naomi, along with several servants from the Luther Family who had accompanied them from San Francisco, stood not far away, watching him and Sonia.

Each of them wore a knowing, approving smile. Ramsey instantly understood the implication behind their gazes and felt as if lightning had struck him.

"Ramsey, who is this young lady?"

Aunt Naomi’s eyes rested warmly on Sonia, brimming with the affection of an elder.

Sonia stepped out from behind Ramsey and greeted them with a friendly smile.

"My na is Sonia, but everyone calls Orange."

"Orange?

That’s an adorable na," Aunt Naomi said with a warm smile, nodding approvingly.

"And you’re just as adorable."

"Aunt Naomi, she’s—"

"No need to explain, we get it," Aunt Naomi cut in, glancing aningfully at the group behind her.

"Co on, let’s go.

Ramsey’s the shy type—we shouldn’t bother the young couple."

They had all witnessed the intimate mont between the two just monts ago.

Well, at least your father wouldn’t have to worry anymore.

Ramsey: "..." Sonia didn’t know Aunt Naomi well and had no idea what they were implying.

"Ram, what was that about?"

"Don’t worry about it," Ramsey replied, suddenly feeling exhausted.

"Let’s go."

anwhile, on the other side.

Sinclair handed the dossier on the E Kingdom’s royal family to Camilla.

She began poring over the docunts with ticulous attention.

Understanding both sides was crucial for proper preparation.

The current monarch, Queen York II, had two children.

The eldest, Crown Princess Luna, was born from her first marriage to Prince Anthony Aiston.

Prince Allen, five years younger than his sister, was the queen’s child with her second husband, Prince Jason.

At this revelation, Camilla’s eyebrows shot up in surprise as she turned to Sinclair.

"Her Majesty’s second husband... was from San Francisco?"

"Yes," Sinclair nodded, his voice softening as he explained.

"Like the Nolan family, the Jason’s clan migrated from San Francisco about a century ago.

Prince Jason was the family patriarch at the ti."