Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 201: Mr. Porter has an illegitimate Son

His wife and daughter?

Sinclair had already found his wife and daughter this quickly?!

The man’s pupils constricted violently before dilating to their limits.

His deathly pale face was etched with bone-deep terror and despair, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.

"Well?"

The smile at the corner of Sinclair’s lips deepened slightly, his pitch-black eyes resembling the crushing abyss of a battlefield—utterly terrifying.

"Figured it out yet?"

"No—"

The man collapsed to his knees at Sinclair’s feet, his broken words wrenched from the depths of his soul.

"No... don’t hurt them... please, I beg you, don’t hurt them."

Sinclair gazed down at the man’s pitiful state, unmoved.

"And what exactly are you offering in exchange for my mercy?"

"I... I—" The man pressed his forehead to the ground, as though steeling himself for an unbearable sacrifice.

"I’ll talk, I’ll tell you everything," the man pleaded desperately, his voice trembling.

"Just spare them, and I’ll give you whatever you want."

Every man has his weakness.

Once exploited, even the strongest willpower crumbles like dust.

"Gerald," commanded Sinclair, his obsidian eyes glinting with bone-chilling ruthlessness.

With a merciless kick, he sent the man sprawling at the feet of the scar-faced mercenary.

"Make him talk." His voice dropped to a lethal whisper.

"The rest—toss them into the cement mixer."

Though the man had braced himself, the order struck like a blade to the gut.

His men—his comrades—would be fed alive into that grinding maw, reduced to nothing but pulp and gore.

His face turned ashen, veins bulging in terror.

Sinclair’s methods were even more brutal than the rumors suggested.

Yet Gerald and the other mercenaries showed no surprise.

The Luther Group’s leader had never shown mercy to his enemies.

And they knew better than anyone— Without that iron will, he would never have risen to where he stood today.

Meanwhile.

At the entrance of a toy store in a bustling San Francisco shopping mall.

"Dad," Sandra’s gaze froze on the woman and little boy standing behind Mr. Porter, her expression icy.

"Who is this woman and child?

Why are you out shopping with them?"

The unease she had been suppressing surged uncontrollably to the surface.

"None of your business," Mr. Porter frowned deeply as he noticed the growing crowd around them.

"Go home.

Preparing for tomorrow’s engagement party is what you should be focusing on."

People always love a spectacle.

The tension between Mr. Porter and Sandra quickly drew a crowd of onlookers.

"What’s going on here?"

"Another cheating husband caught by his wife?"

"Neither of these women looks old enough to be the first wife."

"If not the wife, then is it the mistress confronting the other mistress?"

"Seems like drama follows us everywhere we go."

Murmurs and whispers spread through the crowd.

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Sandra turned to the murmuring crowd, her delicate face twisted with fury.

"One more word of nonsense, and I’ll have someone rip your tongues out!"

The crowd recoiled at her arrogance, falling into stunned silence.

"None of my business?"

She let out a cold laugh, striding forward to snatch the shopping bag from Mr. Porter’s hands before hurling it to the ground with a violent crash.

"Every penny spent on this junk came from the Porter family—so tell me, how is it *not* my business?"

Luxury handbags, jewelry, and toys spilled across the floor in a chaotic mess.

"Sandra, you’ve gone too far!"

Mr. Porter’s face darkened with rage as he glared at her.

"You really think I won’t hit you right here in public?"

She took a deliberate step forward, her expression icy.

"Go ahead.

Try it."

Now that she had officially taken over the family business, her status was second only to their grandfather.

No one—*no one*—dared lay a finger on her without consequences.

If Mr. Porter was foolish enough to strike her, she’d make sure he regretted it for the rest of his life.

"You ungrateful wretch—"

Mr. Porter’s veins bulged at his neck and temples as he raised his hand to strike Sandra.

"Mr. Porter!"

The woman behind him immediately stepped forward, gripping his arm.

"Ms. Sandra is still your daughter.

Don’t make a scene in public just because of us."

The little boy in her arms, no more than four or five years old, chimed in with tear-filled eyes.

"Daddy looks so scary.

Zamile is scared."

Daddy?!

The word hit Sandra like a thunderclap.

She stormed forward, yanking the boy from the woman’s arms, her face twisted with fury.

"Who did you just call ’Daddy’?"

The child burst into terrified wails.

The young woman paled.

Mr. Porter swiftly snatched the boy back, cradling him as he murmured soothing words.

"Don’t be scared, Zamile. Daddy’s here..."

Mr. Porter actually had a bastard child?

How could neither she nor her mother have even heard a whisper about this?!

Sandra’s face turned ashen, her mind reeling in chaos.

If this child’s identity was confirmed, it would mean she was no longer the sole direct heir to the Porter family fortune.

Her worst nightmare had come true.

Daughter?

Father?

The unfolding family drama left the surrounding crowd utterly bewildered.

Just then, several black-suited bodyguards came rushing over.

"Ms. Sandra,

Sir—"

They froze at the scene before them, equally stunned.

"This—" Suddenly, a voice from the crowd gasped in recognition.

"Now I remember!

That’s the Porter family heiress Sandra and her father, Chairman Mr. Porter!"

"The Porter family?

One of the four great families of the capital?!"

"Exactly!"

"And that woman with the little boy in Mr. Porter’s second fam...?

Oh my god, I think I just stumbled upon something huge!"

The moment the crowd realized Mr. Porter and Sandra’s identities, murmurs erupted like wildfire.

Many immediately whipped out their phones, shamelessly snapping photos of the scene.

After all, gossip involving high-society drama was rare entertainment.

Hidden among them were even a few professional-grade cameras.

Mr. Porter’s face darkened with humiliation.

But he knew better—this wasn’t the Porter family’s turf, and without enough manpower, there was no stopping these vultures.

The only way out was to shut down this farce now and later use the Porter family’s influence to bury any incriminating footage.

"Whatever issues we have, we’ll settle them at home," he growled under his breath, glaring at Sandra.

"If the Porter family gets dragged into scandal right now, none of us will walk away unscathed."

His sharp gaze then shifted to the young woman beside him.

"Queen, let’s go."

Before the words had fully left his lips, Mr. Porter was already striding away with the little boy in his arms.

The young woman cast a fleeting glance at Sandra before trailing silently behind Mr. Porter.

But after only a few steps, she abruptly turned back, hastily gathering the expensive items scattered on the floor before hurrying off again.

Sandra stood rooted to the spot, her fingers clenched so tightly around her handbag that the veins stood out like cords beneath her skin.

Her burning gaze bore into the retreating figures—if looks could kill, Mr. Porter and his companions would have been struck down a dozen times over.

"Miss, perhaps we should head back as well," someone murmured cautiously beside her.

Before the Porter family could even attempt to contain the fallout, word of the incident at the mall had already spread like wildfire.

The revelation that Mr. Porter had fathered yet another illegitimate child raced through the grapevine at lightning speed.

Nowhere was the gossip more fervent than among the elite circles of high society.