Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 210: Camilla is here and she is wearing Nature of Ocean heart collection

Chapter 210: Camilla is here and she is wearing Nature of Ocean heart collection

"Who is this?"

The media and reporters lining both sides of the red carpet couldn’t help but show surprise as they caught sight of Camilla.

These outlets were among the most prestigious in the capital—otherwise, they wouldn’t have secured invitations to the engagement banquet of the Luther and Porter families.

Professional instinct had familiarized them with every high-society socialite and A-list celebrity active in the capital.

Yet this stunning woman before them was a complete enigma.

Still, anyone making a grand entrance at such an event was undoubtedly someone of significance.

Cameras clicked frantically. Camilla remained unfazed. Not a single unauthorized photo would ever see the light of day.

She wore an exquisitely tailored emerald-black gown, its gradient hue flowing from the neckline down to the waistline before flaring into a dramatic

A-line silhouette.

The understated yet elegant design accentuated her flawless waist-to-hip ratio.

Her breathtakingly beautiful face was calm, her gaze cool and detached.

Chestnut-colored curls cascaded down to her waist, gathered into a low, elegant updo at the nape of her neck.

Her porcelain skin glowed under the hotel’s chandeliers like luminous pearls.

Every step she took was a mesmerizing sway, radiating effortless grace.

Though breathtakingly beautiful, there was an air of untouchable elegance about her—a rare blend of allure and icy sophistication.

Sandra’s eyes narrowed, her expression darkening.

Before the banquet, she’d gone to great lengths to uncover the designer of

Camilla’s custom gown.

She’d even pulled some strings to commission a nearly identical one. Tonight was her engagement party—if Camilla showed up in the same dress, no matter how stunning she looked, she’d only become a laughingstock.

Yet somehow, she’d changed outfits.

And those jewels she was wearing—were those from the Ocean’s Heart collection?!

The mystery buyer who’d splurged fortunes at auctions nationwide to acquire the entire set... was that Sinclair?

That wretched homewrecker Camilla had stolen everything from her!! Sandra’s hands clenched into fists at her sides, the seething hatred in her eyes almost palpable.

Hate?

Noticing Sandra’s glare, Camilla curved her lips into a faint, knowing smile from across the room.

Oh, you’ll hate me even more soon enough.

Most of the guests present had seen Camilla at Grandpa Luther’s banquet before.

Yet seeing her again, they couldn’t help but be struck by her breathtaking beauty.

Nearly all eyes in the room gravitated toward her.

"Stunning!"

"Setting aside her status, just that face alone could open doors anywhere."

"Judging by how doted on she is by Sinclair, Grandpa Luther’s move certainly paid off."

"Since when has the Luther Family ever made a move that didn’t pay off?"

A man’s gaze shifted toward Tyler in the crowd.

"Even that illegitimate son managed to win over the Porter family’s eldest daughter."

"No kidding. At this rate, it won’t be long before the Porter family changes its surname to Luther."

"Don’t be so sure.

The Porter family’s direct descendants aren’t limited to Sandra anymore."

Whispers rose and fell like waves.

The banquet hall, momentarily hushed by Camilla’s entrance, buzzed back to life because of her.

Meanwhile, atop a hotel over a hundred kilometers away...

Sinclair’s piercing gaze swept across the surveillance monitor, taking in every pair of eyes fixed on the screen.

His dark, almond-shaped eyes were inscrutable, the chill radiating from him enough to make anyone’s blood run cold.

The dress had been his choice—modest enough by any standard.

Clearly, the only real solution was to have Camilla attend fewer of these events.

At last, Sinclair tore his attention from the display and turned to Gerald, who stood nearby.

"How many people showed up last night?"

"Six groups," Gerald lowered his head and reported truthfully.

"Each hired by different factions.

Our men are still interrogating them in the basement."

Sinclair let out a faint, almost imperceptible chuckle.

The sudden drop in room temperature made Gerald feel an invisible weight pressing down on him.

"Also," He kept his head bowed and continued, "Shadow was stabbed in the lower right abdomen.

The injury is severe—he’s currently in critical care."

Severe injury.

Sinclair’s narrow, dark eyes narrowed further into slits.

His long fingers tapped rhythmically against the desk, his tone eerily calm. "What about Yoland’s men?"

Gerald frowned, his expression turning grim.

"Complete radio silence."

Logically, this area was Yoland’s territory. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Although last night’s assassinations were carried out covertly, there were still noticeable disturbances.

If Yoland’s men had remained vigilant, they couldn’t have possibly missed the signs.

It seems President Luther’s prediction was correct.

Sinclair’s slender fingers paused briefly, his thin lips curling into an inscrutable smirk. "Interesting."

A bone-chilling coldness swirled in his dark, narrow eyes.

Just then, a knock sounded at the door.

"President Luther, Mr. Yoland is here." Sinclair’s gaze flicked back to the surveillance monitor before he spoke, his voice cool and detached.

"Let him wait."

Meanwhile, in the hotel’s first-floor lounge...

"Sir," The assistant glanced around cautiously before leaning closer to Yoland, lowering his voice.

"President Luther’s attitude...

Do you think he already knows?"

"Were we deliberately turning a blind eye to what happened last night?"

"What happened last night?

I have no idea what you’re talking about."

Yoland frowned, his expression darkening with displeasure and warning as he shot his assistant a sharp look.

"Watch your tongue. Don’t go spouting nonsense."

He knew all too well how ruthless Sinclair could be.

The slightest misstep could spell disaster.

The consequences of carelessness were dire—history had proven that time and again.

The assistant immediately clamped his mouth shut, lowering his head and even softening his breath under the weight of that glare.

Meanwhile, Yoland’s gaze dropped, his mind replaying the mysterious phone call he’d received the night before.

"Sinclair has suffered a severe abdominal injury.

Right now is the perfect opportunity."

"Don’t you want to leap from the fringes of the Luther Family straight into its core?"

Those words echoed in his ears all night.

To say he wasn’t tempted would be a lie.

But he had always been a cautious man.

Without concrete confirmation, he wouldn’t make a single reckless move.

At this thought, Yoland lowered his gaze. Just wait.

The truth would reveal itself soon enough.

The banquet hall in San Francisco was abuzz with activity, yet all eyes were drawn to Camilla.

Many guests didn’t hesitate to approach her with glasses in hand, offering flattering compliments.

After all, since Grandpa Luther’s birthday banquet, everyone had witnessed just how much the most influential man of the Luther Family valued her.

"It’s only been a few days, Mrs. Luther, but you’ve grown even more radiant."

"Is that... the Heart of the Ocean?"

"So it was Mr. Luther who was the mystery bidder sweeping through every auction house in the country.

The two of you must be deeply in love."

Of course, there were also those probing for information.

"Why haven’t Grandpa Luther and Mr. Luther come tonight?"

"We heard Grandpa Luther has fallen ill.

How is he doing?"

Camilla handled them all with effortless grace, her flawless smile revealing nothing of her true thoughts.

For a time, she became the undeniable center of attention at the banquet.

In stark contrast, the actual hosts of the evening—Tyler and Sandra—stood almost forgotten in the sudden quiet around them.

Their gazes inevitably shifted toward Camilla.

Dark and unreadable.