Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 410: Jealous men

With effortless composure, he answered and raised the phone to his ear.

"Awake?"

Taking a personal call in the middle of negotiations?

This man wasn’t just young—he clearly had no sense of priority.

Exchanging glances, the E-country men silently began recalculating their strategies.

Stephen remained composed, his expression unreadable.

Sinclair had killed Antonio for the sake of the woman on the other end of that call, and now he was even dismantling the entire Mega family.

Compared to that, answering a phone call during negotiations was nothing.

Still, one had to wonder—what kind of woman could drive Antonio to his death and captivate a man like Sinclair to such an extent?

"You’re awake," Camilla murmured softly, her voice tender.

"Sweetheart, I want to meet with Vicente later to ask about Grandpa."

So she called him... just to talk about another man?

Quite the charmer.

Sinclair’s narrowed eyes gleamed with silent intensity as his long, elegant fingers tapped an irregular rhythm against the desk.

Even this simple motion carried an inexplicable weight, thick enough to stifle the murmurs of the E-country businessmen below.

Their hushed conversation died mid-sentence.

Oh right—she’d mentioned this before. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

A husband is prone to jealousy.

The sourness practically seeped through the phone, and Camilla caught it instantly.

"Vicente and Melissa are officially together now.

After discussing Grandpa’s matters, I took the chance to congratulate him."

Sinclair pressed his lips into a thin line, still refusing to speak.

"Sweetheart" Camilla softened her voice, honeyed and coaxing.

"Darling."

"Sweetheart."

"My dear." ...

With each word, the icy glint in Sinclair’s eyes softened a fraction.

By the end, it had melted into sheer resignation.

"Ramsey will send the number to your phone," he said slowly.

"I’ll pick you up after the meeting."

The unspoken message was clear: *Send me the address.*

"Got it," Camilla replied playfully, pressing a sweet kiss to her phone.

"Thanks, hubby."

"Mmm."

Sinclair masked the deeper meaning in his gaze, his tone deliberately neutral.

"You *should* thank me."

Though his words were perfectly serious, she could hear the unspoken implication beneath them.

Camilla: "Ugh!!"

"I already said thank you.

I need to get up and get ready, so I’m hanging up now." With that, she hastily ended the call.

She made up her mind—no more casual "thank yous" from now on.

Otherwise, this man might seize the opportunity to tease her again, just like last night.

Sinclair’s lips curved slightly as he pictured Camilla’s flustered, indignant expression.

Setting his phone down, he murmured a few instructions to Ramsey before finally lifting his gaze to the room.

"Where were we?

Let’s continue."

One of the E nationals, who had earlier made demands, exchanged a glance with his companions before speaking up.

"Mr. Luther, if you have no objections to the terms we just proposed, we can proceed with signing the contract now."

The accompanying translator was about to relay the message when a deep, resonant voice delivered the response—in flawless E.

The E delegates and the translator all turned to the man at the head of the table, stunned: ...Calvin understands?

Then what about their earlier whispered discussions?

An awkward silence settled over the room.

Stephen’s eyes glinted with faint amusement.

Sinclair leaned back in his chair, his piercing gaze sweeping across the room before he spoke.

With surgical precision, he dissected the hollow arguments presented by the two men, exposing every ounce of their exaggeration.

Then, almost casually, he revealed confidential financial details known only to their company’s top executives.

His voice was low, icy, and devoid of inflection—yet it carried an undeniable air of absolute authority.

The others watched as the two men stood frozen in place, realizing every word Sinclair had spoken was the unvarnished truth.

The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly. Gone was the earlier ease; now, everyone sat straighter, bracing themselves for what was to come.

After finalizing the meeting time with Vicente, Camilla immediately pushed herself out of bed.

To her relief, aside from a faint soreness in her lower back and *that* particular area, she felt surprisingly refreshed—no lingering discomfort.

She washed up quickly, slipped into a simple yet elegant apricot-colored dress, and headed downstairs.

Just then, a familiar figure emerged from the kitchen.

The moment the woman spotted Camilla, her face lit up with a warm, motherly smile.

"Madam—"

Camilla halted mid-step, her delicate features registering surprise.

"Auntie Naomi?

What are you doing here?"

"Mr. Luther was worried you might feel out of place," Auntie Naomi replied with a gentle chuckle.

"So he sent for me to come and look after you."

The servants could see better than anyone just how devoted Mr. Luther was to his wife, and it warmed their hearts more than words could express.

"Camilla even thought of this?

Her husband is simply too perfect."

Camilla felt deeply moved, her eyes brimming with unconcealed sweetness.

That tiny bit of resentment she’d been harboring towards Sinclair for his midday mischief completely melted away.

Auntie Naomi glanced at the clock and said gently, "You must be hungry, madam.

The kitchen has kept your meal warm. Shall I have it served now?"

"No need, Auntie Naomi," Camilla replied with a smile.

"I’ve made dinner plans with someone.

Just a glass of milk would be perfect."

"Of course, right away," Auntie Naomi responded, recognizing that her madam had important matters to attend to.

Without further ado, she hurried to the kitchen and returned with a thermos of warm milk.

After drinking the milk, Camilla felt the slight hunger pangs in her stomach subside.

She then left the manor by car.

—— Meanwhile, in a villa estate near the suburban border of Country E.

"Are you heading out?"

"Are you going out?"

Melissa watched as Vicente grabbed his jacket and headed for the door.

She immediately quickened her steps to catch up.

"Yeah," Vicente replied without so much as a glance in her direction, striding straight toward the garage.

"Got some business to take care of."

His long legs carried him effortlessly, forcing Melissa into a light jog just to keep pace.

"What kind of business?

Can’t I come with you?"

"No."

His tone was clipped, his pace unrelenting.

The broad shoulders and tapered waist, the defined muscles accentuated by the fitted black T-shirt—every inch of him exuded raw, magnetic energy.

Even from behind, his presence was overwhelming.

"Why not?"

Melissa, however, was in no mood to admire the view.

Her voice rose with unmistakable irritation.

"You promised last time that you’d take me anywhere!"

Right, so she ended up taking him to meet Calvin.

The memory of Melissa’s eager, almost giddy expression when she saw Calvin flashed through Vicente’s mind.

His lips pressed into a thin line, silent.

Vicente thought he could brush it off, but he couldn’t.

The more he dwelled on it, the more agitated he became.

Without realizing it, his long, muscular legs—encased in dark work pants—picked up speed, widening the distance between him and Melissa.

Damn it!

What, are long legs some kind of superpower?!

Gritting her teeth, Melissa quickened her pace too.

She had no idea what was up with this man.

Ever since they got back from seeing Calvin, he’d been giving her the cold shoulder—ignoring her questions, shutting her out of everything.

Totally baffling.