Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 220: Many things in life are uncertain

"Grandfather has a soft heart and often avoids speaking harsh truths," Camilla remarked, her captivating eyes narrowing slightly as she observed the increasingly stormy expression on grandpa Porter’s face.

A frosty glint shimmered in her gaze.

"But I’m different."

She lifted her teacup and took a deliberate sip before continuing, her voice smooth yet edged with steel.

"In my view, respect is earned, not given."

Grandpa Porter’s brow furrowed sharply at her merciless words, his face darkening further.

His piercing glare sent a palpable chill through the room, freezing the assembled guests in place.

Yet Camilla remained utterly unfazed, her beautiful eyes cool and indifferent.

"As for this engagement banquet," she went on, her tone deceptively gentle but her eyes devoid of warmth, "if the Porter family is willing to acknowledge it, the Luther Family won’t object."

She paused, letting the icy weight of her next words settle.

"But if you refuse to recognize it, grandpa Porter, you’re free to hold a press conference under the Porter name.

The Luther Family won’t be involved."

The message was crystal clear.

The Luther Family would never shoulder the responsibility for this engagement.

If the Porter wanted to deny it, they’d have to face the media and the public alone—and come up with their own excuses.

The tension was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife.

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of Mileage City, the highway grew increasingly deserted.

A sleek black Maybach raced down the road at breakneck speed.

But the fleet of Jeeps and pickup trucks tailing it moved even faster. In moments, they had the luxury sedan surrounded.

At the same time, a fully loaded dump truck barreled toward them from the opposite direction.

"Now."

At the command, one of the pickups abruptly swerved and rammed into the Maybach’s rear flank.

**BANG!**

The deafening impact crumpled the rear door inward like paper, sending the sedan careening out of control toward the center of the road.

But this was far from over.

The dump truck that had been coming from the opposite direction suddenly swerved, flooring the accelerator as it barreled straight toward the Maybach.

"Boom!"

The deafening crash sent the luxury car flipping into the air.

The black vehicle tumbled several times before slamming back onto the pavement with a sickening crunch.

Its roof now grotesquely mangled, the wreck skidded sideways for dozens of meters, scraping against the asphalt in a shower of sparks before finally smashing into a roadside guardrail.

From inside the crushed cabin, desperate hands pounded against the windows, leaving streaks of crimson fingerprints on the glass.

"Still alive? Damn it!"

The man in the truck cursed under his breath as he flung open his door and strode toward the wreckage.

He wrenched open the Maybach’s fuel tank cap with a metallic screech.

Pulling out a lighter, he lit a cigarette, took two slow drags, then flicked the burning stub into the gaping fuel tank.

A fireball erupted instantly.

Sprinting back to his waiting getaway car, he dove inside just as the other vehicles on the scene screeched away in unison.

Towering flames engulfed the Maybach in seconds.

Then—the night split apart with a thunderous explosion.

The scorching blast flipped the vehicle, sending fiery debris flying in all directions. The scene was utter chaos—wreckage strewn everywhere.

Inside the Jeep, the men exhaled in relief.

There was no way Sinclair could have survived this.

The leader pulled out his phone and made the call.

"Mission accomplished.

The car’s destroyed, and the target’s dead."

San Francisco, inside a luxury hotel.

Grandpa Porter glared at Camilla, his expression icy with barely contained fury.

"Mr. Porter, it’s getting late," Camilla said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

She had no intention of wasting another second with the Porter family.

Turning to Ramsey, she issued a crisp order.

"Have someone escort Mr. and Mrs. Luther, along with Tyler, went back to the ancestral estate."

Her words carried the weight of finality—this wasn’t a request, but a command.

Camilla is absolutely stunning and fierce! Tiffany gazed at Camilla, her eyes sparkling like stars.

Totally smitten. Completely in love.

The members of the Luther Family were also filled with admiration.

The commanding presence of the madam bore an uncanny resemblance to that of President Luther.

Noticing the bulging veins on the deeply wrinkled forehead of Grandpa Porter, Calvin suppressed a smirk, barely holding back his laughter.

Having dominated the scene for most of his life, the old man had probably never encountered someone like Camilla—someone who not only defied convention but also showed zero regard for his dignity.

"Understood," Ramsey responded without so much as glancing at grandpa Porter, nodding deferentially to Camilla.

"You there, come with me."

Before Tyler could utter a word, the mercenaries gagged him and dragged him away.

Grandpa Porter pressed his lips together.

The throbbing veins on his forehead and the back of his hands betrayed his seething rage and indignation.

Sinclair had been the first to ever slight him so openly.

Camilla was now the second.

Just as he was about to speak, Bryan strode in swiftly, leaned down, and whispered something into his ear.

Grandpa Porter’s pupils trembled violently, his grip on the cane tightening until his knuckles turned white.

He looked at Bryan, barely able to conceal his agitation, and asked in a voice so low only the two of them could hear: "Is the news confirmed?"

He couldn’t bear another false hope.

"Our people have verified it," Bryan replied solemnly, his voice hushed.

"Beyond any doubt."

The deep furrows between grandpa Porter’s brows smoothed out, and the imposing aura around him visibly softened.

Clearly, something extraordinarily joyous had occurred.

"I understand.

Keep it quiet for now.

You may go."

Bryan gave a slight nod and withdrew.

Camilla and Calvin observed the shift in grandpa Porter’s expression, their eyes flickering with contemplation.

What on earth could bring such visible delight to a man like Grandpa Porter?!

And they weren’t the only ones wondering.

The Porter family members were equally curious.

After all, the Porter had been plagued by misfortune lately, and nothing good had happened in a long time.

Grandpa Porter turned his gaze back to Camilla, his expression softening once more.

"In that case, I won’t insist," he said, lifting his teacup and taking a deliberate sip.

"But there’s one piece of advice this old man must offer you."

Camilla lowered her eyes, her emotions unreadable.

"I’m all ears."

"Many things in life are uncertain," grandpa Porter said, his gaze deep and inscrutable as he studied her.

"That’s why it’s best to remain humble in both words and deeds."

Camilla detected a hint of smugness in his tone. Could whatever have pleased this old man be related to the Luther Family?

At the thought, a cold shadow flickered in the depths of her eyes.

"Thank you for your wisdom, grandpa Porter,"

When Camilla raised her head again, her expression had returned to its usual composure.

"Let us all bear this truth in mind," she said, rising from her seat.

The members of the Luther Family promptly stood as well.

"It’s getting late.

I’ll take my leave now," Camilla remarked coolly, her gaze sweeping over grandpa Porter and the rest of the Porter family.

Without another word, she turned to go.

Grandpa Porter merely nodded this time, offering no further response.

As she turned away, her frosty eyes lingered on Sandra for the briefest moment. Sandra instinctively held her breath.

For that fleeting second, she almost believed Camilla had discovered something.

Fortunately, Camilla soon averted her gaze, taking Tiffany’s hand as they walked out.

Calvin exchanged a slight nod with grandpa Porter before following them.

Inside the business vehicle parked outside the hotel...

"Regarding the old residence," Camilla’s gaze turned icy the moment she spotted Ramsey.

"Any trouble?" she demanded sharply.

"None," Ramsey shook his head.

"Luke has men stationed there."

Camilla trusted Luke to handle things properly.

Besides, if anything had gone wrong, he would’ve reported immediately.

If it wasn’t the old estate, then— Her beautiful eyes narrowed. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Sinclair?!

Not grandpa’s mansion.