Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 226: A solution to Sinclair illness

Meanwhile.

"Did we get him?"

"No,"

The man gazed at the distant manor, his eyes darkening.

"The target changed their route.

Our plans will have to be delayed."

Changed their route?

Sandra’s brow twitched, suspicion and wariness flashing in her eyes.

"Did you slip up somehow?

Were you spotted?"

Wolf smirked, his gravelly voice laced with a hint of amusement.

"If that were the case, do you really think I’d still be on this call with you?"

Fair point.

Sandra’s beautiful eyes flickered, and she let out a small sigh of relief.

"Whatever the reason, don’t forget your promise," she hissed through clenched teeth, her tone sharpening.

"Before the day ends, I want news of that woman’s gruesome death—or you won’t see a single cent of the remaining payment!"

"Relax,"

The man’s gaze turned icy.

"Just make sure the money’s ready."

With that, the call ended.

Sandra sat in the car, her fingers gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white, her eyes dark with malice.

Once Camilla was dead, no one would stand in her way anymore.

Everything would finally fall back into place.

Meanwhile, at Calvin Family Manor.

"Can’t take it anymore?"

Camilla watched as the man’s face twisted in agony, her crimson lips curling into a chilling smirk.

"This is only the beginning."

As she spoke, she turned up the voltage.

The crackle of electricity filled the air, and the man’s body convulsed violently as excruciating pain seared through every nerve.

His limbs thrashed wildly against the restraints.

Beneath his gaunt flesh, the parasitic worms inside him writhed frantically, their movements grotesquely visible.

His bloodshot, clouded eyes bulged unnaturally, as if they might burst from their sockets at any moment.

Clearly, he had reached his limit.

Yet Camilla showed no mercy.

Her slender, pale fingers flicked the switch again, cranking up the voltage.

This man wouldn’t crack until pushed to the absolute edge.

She knew the settings weren’t lethal—just agonizing.

*Crack!*

A patch of flesh in the man’s mouth sizzled instantly, the stench of seared meat filling the air.

His entire body convulsed violently, as if lashed by an invisible whip.

The parasite inside him writhed wildly, straining against his skin, desperate to break free.

Jey inhaled the charred scent, his expression twisting with disgust.

*No roasted meat for me anytime soon.* After a few more spasms, the man finally slumped, unconscious.

But the creature inside him still thrashed—a serpentine shadow writhing beneath his flesh.

Calvin’s bodyguard had been poisoned by snake venom.

She’d suspected a serpent gu all along.

Now, the truth was slithering into view.

Camilla’s beautiful eyes flickered with understanding as she retrieved the medicine she had previously instructed Jey to prepare.

"Feed this to him," she said, holding out the vial.

Calvin frowned.

"What is it?"

"A suppressant for the parasitic worms inside his body," Camilla replied gravely.

"If it works, your men will be much safer."

Calvin gave a slight nod.

Jey immediately signaled his men, who approached the man in full protective gear.

Forcing his jaw open, they poured the medicine down his throat.

The room fell into silence once more, every pair of eyes fixed on the squirming parasites beneath the man’s skin.

Minutes later, the movements of the worms slowed—then stopped altogether.

A look of relief crossed Jey’s face.

"Madam Luther, your medicine actually worked!"

"To be safe, administer it every two hours," Camilla instructed, exhaling slightly in quiet relief.

"Wake him up now."

She didn’t know how to completely eradicate the parasitic worms, so this was the only temporary solution she could think of.

"Understood," Jey nodded and motioned to the mercenary standing nearby.

"Use ice water.

To awake."

The mercenary immediately grabbed two buckets filled with ice water and poured them violently over the unconscious man’s head.

"Cough... cough..."

Amidst violent coughing, the man slowly opened his murky eyes.

When Camilla’s exquisitely beautiful face came into view again, a flicker of panic surfaced in the depths of his gloomy gaze.

But what terrified him even more was the silence of the poisonous worm inside him—his lifework, the result of countless sleepless nights and painstaking effort.

Camilla took in his expression with a cold gleam flashing in her striking eyes.

"W-what... did you do to me?!"

His words were slurred, his mouth still seared from the burns.

"You already know the answer, don’t you?"

Her red lips curved slightly, her tone icy and indifferent.

"Last chance—how do we break the Life-Linked poison?"

She toyed with the array of torture instruments beside her, her fingers finally settling on a gleaming dagger. She traced its edge along his skin with deliberate slowness.

"Oh, I forgot to mention—I have many ways to make you suffer. Slicing you piece by piece, dismembering your limb by limb, tearing you apart with chariots..."

She paused, enunciating each word with chilling precision.

"Think carefully before you speak."

Dismemberment?

Horse tearing?!

The man stared at Camilla, his face deathly pale.

Though he couldn’t be sure if this woman was capable of such cruelty, after what had just happened, he wasn’t willing to take the risk.

"I—I can tell you," the man stammered, his gaze darting between Camilla and Calvin.

"But you have to promise to let me go."

Calvin arched a brow slightly but remained silent.

Clearly, he was leaving the decision entirely to Camilla.

The man swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on her. Those few seconds stretched into what felt like centuries.

"Fine," Camilla gave a faint nod, her delicate face etched with frost.

"I agree," she said.

The man blinked in surprise, clearly taken aback by how readily she had accepted.

Under the weight of their gazes, he slowly spoke, offering a solution that barely qualified as one.

Camilla lowered her lashes slightly, lost in thought.

Calvin’s brow furrowed deeper, his expression darker than before.

"This won’t work," he said tightly.

"Sinclair would never allow it."

"Don’t worry," Camilla lifted her head, a faint smile tugging at her lips.

"We’re not at the point where we have to resort to this yet."

Her eyes met Calvin’s.

"Let’s keep this from Sinclair for now."

Calvin nodded.

"I know."

Until they found a way to completely break the life-bound curse, he couldn’t bring himself to face Sinclair with this.

Half an hour later.

The black Maybach sedan pulled away from the Calvin family estate.

"Target’s on the move. Initiate the operation."

Meanwhile.

Sinclair stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, a cigarette held between his long, slender fingers.

Pale gray smoke curled from his thin lips, veiling the inscrutable depths of his dark, narrow eyes.

Soon, he’d be back with Camilla.

Just then, a knock sounded at the door.

"Mr. Luther."

Gerald entered, followed by three elderly men, each dressed distinctly.

"They’re here."

Sinclair turned and settled back into his chair, his strikingly handsome face unreadable and cold.

"Have a seat."

"Yes."

As the three elderly men approached Sinclair, they all furrowed their brows before exchanging knowing glances.

"Sir, you’re here about the Link bound poison in your system, aren’t you?" one of them asked.

Sinclair didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he lifted his gaze coolly toward Gerald.

"Leave us," he commanded.

Though visibly concerned, Gerald dared not disobey.

With a respectful nod, he quietly withdrew from the room.