Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 228: Camilla life is in danger

"Damn bitch," sneered Samuel, his face twisted with malice as he rolled down the car window, glaring at Camilla with venomous eyes.

"You can’t run," he growled, his expression savage.

"Stop now, and I might make it quick for you."

Camilla didn’t respond. Instead, she raised her gun without hesitation.

**Bang!**

**Bang!**

The muffled gunshots shattered the stillness of the air.

The sudden attack sent the burly man into a panic, his face draining of color.

"SHIT!!"

he yelled, frantically spinning the steering wheel to make a sharp U-turn.

But it was too late—a bullet grazed his arm.

The remaining shots struck the car’s body, leaving behind jagged scars in the metal.

"Damn, that bitch is ruthless!"

"are you okay?"

The people in the other cars were also startled by the sudden turn of events, instinctively slowing down.

"Too bad, didn’t finish him off," Camilla muttered, withdrawing her hand and rolling up the window.

"Let’s go."

Ramsey smoothly shifted gears and accelerated.

The black Maybach roared forward again, putting distance between them and the pursuing vehicles.

"Goddammit, took a bullet," growled through gritted teeth, clutching his wounded arm as he watched the Maybach speed away.

"When we catch that little bitch, I’ll make her kneel and beg for my forgiveness!"

He flung open the door and climbed into another car.

"Quit standing around—after them!"

The high-speed chase resumed in full force.

But it didn’t last long.

The speeding Maybach came to an abrupt halt just before the turn.

Seven or eight vehicles had suddenly appeared ahead, blocking its path.

The situation was dire.

"President Luther," A short, elderly man with dark hair looked at Sinclair and spoke cautiously.

"I can sense the poison worm inside you is becoming more active.

That means the host of its original form is nearing the end."

He pressed his lips together, carefully choosing his words.

"If we don’t use this method to transfer the poison worm, your life could be in danger at any moment."

The other two elders nodded silently in agreement.

Poison worms could sense each other.

Their own life-bound gu worms had also detected the same when they approached Sinclair.

"I understand." Sinclair’s sharp, deep eyes narrowed slightly.

"Leave me."

"Yes," The three exchanged glances before rising and exiting the room.

The vast space plunged into absolute silence in an instant. freeweɓnovel.cøm

His closest kin, his deepest love— More precious than his own life.

This method wasn’t for him.

Sinclair picked up a cigarette, brought it to his lips, and lit it.

His strikingly handsome face was veiled in an impenetrable chill.

Pale gray smoke curled from his thin lips, drifting upward in delicate wisps.

It shrouded his long, narrow eyes—dark as ink and icy as winter—rendering them unreadable.

The atmosphere grew suffocating.

—— Meanwhile.

*Knock, knock, knock—*

*Knock, knock, knock—*

The sudden rapping at the door startled Sandra.

Who could be knocking at this hour?!

She rose from the couch, her movements cautious as she silently picked up the suppressed pistol nearby, aiming it steadily toward the entrance.

The knocking persisted, relentlessly.

Then, a familiar male voice cut through the tension.

"Sandra, I know you’re there."

The man’s tone was icy and unyielding.

"If you don’t open this door, I’ll have it broken down."

At the sound of his voice, the wariness on Sandra’s face twisted into disgust.

She lowered the gun and strode forward, swinging the door open.

"What do you want?"

"Bold as ever, sneaking out while under house arrest," Mr. Porter replied, his gaze dark and conflicted as it bore into her.

"Father sent me to bring you back."

"I’m not going. Tell him you couldn’t find me," Sandra retorted, her lips curling slightly in a cold, indifferent smirk as she stared him down.

"As for Grandpa," she snapped impatiently, "I’ll explain it to him myself later."

With that, Sandra turned to slam the door shut.

But one of the bodyguards standing beside Mr. Porter suddenly reached out, blocking her movement.

Sandra’s brows furrowed deeply as she glared at Mr. Porter with undisguised irritation.

"What’s the meaning of this?!"

"This time, you don’t get a say," Mr. Porter replied, his expression darkening as he stared her down.

"Take her away."

Sandra’s eyes widened in shock, her face flushing with fury.

"How dare you?!"

Mr. Porter met her gaze coldly, offering no response.

Without hesitation, the two bodyguards stepped forward, gripping her arms and forcibly dragging her out.

"Let go of me! Let go!"

Sandra struggled desperately, but her strength was no match for the two men restraining her.

"Mr. Porter, have you lost your mind?"

She turned her head, glaring at him with gritted teeth.

"I’m the head of the Porter family now, not you.

You have no right to treat me like this!"

"The head of the Porter family?"

Mr. Porter’s eyes darkened, his expression turning even colder.

"Not for long."

Not for long?

Sandra, now being forced into the car, froze for a second before realization dawned on her.

A mocking sneer twisted her lips.

"You don’t actually think that just because I’ve hit a minor setback, Grandfather would hand the Porter family over to a useless fool like you—or that bastard you brought home, do you?"

Her eyes brimmed with arrogance and disdain.

"Mr. Porter, I suggest you wake up from your delusion.

As long as I’m alive, neither you nor that little bastard will ever lay a finger on that position!"

"Is that so?"

The last trace of hesitation vanished from Mr. Porter’s eyes as he looked at her and spoke slowly.

"What if you’re no longer around?"

The icy tone sent an involuntary shiver down Sandra’s spine, her eyes flickering with unease.

"No longer around?

What are you implying?"

As she spoke, her gaze suddenly darted to the unfamiliar buildings outside the car window.

Panic flared in her chest as she whirled toward Mr. Porter.

"This—this isn’t the way home!"

"Exactly," Mr. Porter replied, his lips curling into a knowing smile.

"You didn’t want to go home, did you?" He studied her with a gaze that made her skin crawl.

"As your father, it’s only right I grant your wish."

"I—I’ve changed my mind," Sandra stammered, the gnawing dread in her gut swelling uncontrollably.

"Take me back.

I need to see Grandfather."

Mr. Porter’s eyes narrowed slowly, his voice dropping to a chilling murmur.

"Too late."

Those two words froze her in place, her body stiffening as if struck by a sudden frost.

"Mr. Porter," she whispered, her voice trembling.

"What are you planning?"

"Don’t rush," Mr. Porter’s lips curled into a mocking sneer, his voice dripping with icy malice.

"You’ll find out soon enough."

"I’m warning you—don’t you dare do anything reckless," Sandra swallowed hard, struggling to steady herself, but her voice trembled with unconcealed panic.

"If anything happens to me, Grandfather will never let you get away with it."

Mr. Porter turned his gaze toward the window, offering no reply.

That man was right.

With Sandra—this ungrateful wretch—out of the way, nothing would stand in his path.