Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 430: Boss we finally found the woman called Camilla

The Mega Residence.

"You’re saying you’ve tracked down that woman Camilla’s whereabouts?!"

Madam Mega leaped to her feet at the news she’d been waiting for, fixing the butler with an intense stare.

The sudden movement made the butler flinch in surprise.

"Stop making such a scene," Grandma Mega paused the prayer beads rotating between her fingers.

Her clouded eyes held a chilling coldness that could freeze one’s blood.

"Sit down."

Her voice was hoarse and deliberate, carrying an icy authority that broke no disobedience.

Mrs. Mega’s face twisted unpleasantly, her lips trembling as if to protest.

"What are you doing?"

Mr. Mega had already pulled her back onto the seat, his tone scolding.

"Get a hold of yourself.

Let’s hear what Mother has to say."

Mother this, mother that.

Damn that old hag putting on airs at a time like this!!

Mrs. Mega clutched her dress tightly, her eyes dark and suffocating with hidden turmoil.

Grandma Mega turned her gaze to the butler.

"Where is she, and how did you find her?"

She had to be cautious—this could very well be a trap set by that woman.

The butler immediately bowed his head and recounted how they had followed Stephen to the prearranged hospital, only to unexpectedly discover Camilla.

Madam Mega’s sharp, penetrating eyes narrowed like blades.

"Have you identified the young man who carried Camilla to the hospital?"

The butler shook his head.

"We’re still investigating."

Information about Sinclair was far too scarce to confirm anything.

"Mother," Mr. Mega interjected.

"Do you suspect that man is Sinclair?" Grandpa.

Mega nodded slowly.

"Didn’t we receive word from San Francisco that Sinclair had fallen gravely ill and slipped into a coma recently?

And that Grandpa Luther, in his weakened state, handed over the Luther Corporation to Camilla?"

Mr. Mega furrowed his brows, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"How could it be him?

" "I didn’t want to believe it either," Grandma.

Mega replied slowly, her voice heavy with concern.

Her own brow creased in deep thought.

"But if it wasn’t him, then who else could have been by Camilla’s side?"

"But Mom,"

Mr. Mega frowned deeply, his icy expression betraying disbelief.

"Do you really think the Luther Family would go to such lengths just to deceive us?"

The reports were clear—Sinclair had already fallen ill and slipped into a coma some time ago.

Back then, there had been no conflict between our families, nor with that woman Camilla.

Grandma Mega’s face darkened, her voice sharp with warning.

"Whether it’s true or not, caution never hurts."

"Of course," Mr. Mega nodded, reflexively deferring to his mother’s judgment.

"What do you suggest we do?"

His tone was as passive as ever, devoid of any independent thought.

"All you ever do is ask questions," grandma Mega narrowed her piercing eyes, her disdain and reproach laid bare.

"Can’t you think for yourself? Must you always rely on a half-dead old woman like me to make decisions?

How did I end up with such a useless son?"

The words struck Mr. Mega like a slap across the face.

His expression darkened visibly, his hands on the table clenching and unclenching in restless frustration.

*Serves him right.*

Mrs. Mega observed her husband’s reaction with cold satisfaction, her lips curling in silent disdain.

Pathetic.

Still groveling at that old hag’s feet like a spineless worm.

* Suddenly, the whole scene felt unbearably tiresome.

With a frosty glare, she pushed back her chair and stood to leave.

The abrupt movement startled the other three in the room.

Grandma Mega’s brows knitted together, her voice sharp with disapproval.

Though Mr. Mega dared not defy his mother, he had no such reservations with his wife.

"Where do you think you’re going?

Stop right there!"

But Mrs. Mega didn’t even flinch.

Without so much as a backward glance, she strode out, her retreating figure radiating icy contempt.

By now, she saw right through the mother and son—their greed, their hypocrisy.

Her son’s vengeance would be hers alone to claim.

Mr. Mega’s jaw tightened, humiliation burning in his chest.

First his mother humiliated him, and now even his wife dared to defy him?!

As Mrs. Mega left, the atmosphere in the living room instantly froze, the temperature plunging to an icy low.

The butler bowed his head even lower, doing his utmost to make himself invisible.

Mr. Mega’s breathing grew heavier, clearly seething with anger.

"Mom, I’ll go and bring her back—"

"Let her be."

Grandma Mega’s expression darkened ominously as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Her son was a disappointment, and her daughter-in-law was even more useless.

The only grandson with both cunning and intellect had been murdered.

Heaven truly seemed to delight in opposing her!

Her withered fingers, clutching the bodhi prayer beads, whitened from the force of her grip.

Seeing the look on grandma Mega’s face, Mr. Mega didn’t dare say another word.

Instead, he grabbed his teacup and gulped down a mouthful, trying to suppress his fury.

Amid the heavy silence, grandma Mega’s voice cut through, low and icy.

"Send someone to keep a close watch on that woman at the hospital." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"We must uncover that man’s identity and the forces surrounding her."

"Yes," The butler gave a solemn nod, his expression grave.

Mr. Mega’s eyes darkened as he pressed his lips together, hesitating for a moment before voicing his doubts.

"If that man really is Sinclair... should we still proceed?"

"Of course," grandma Mega replied, her eyes narrowing to slits, her voice slow and dripping with icy venom.

"Antonio’s death cannot go unavenged."

"But..." Mr. Mega hesitated, uneasy flickering across his face.

"Sinclair isn’t someone to be trifled with.

If the Mega family crosses him, we might not come out unscathed."

Even in E Country, whispers of the Luther heir’s ruthless methods had reached his ears.

"In San Francisco, we’d have no chance against him," grandma Mega sneered, her gaze sharp as frost.

"But this is E Country."

Mr. Mega’s brows furrowed deeply, his anxiety unshaken.

Yet, clinging to the hope that the man might not be Sinclair after all—that this was all just unnecessary worry—he remained silent.

"As for Stephen," grandma Mega continued, her tone decisive, "it’s time to make our move."

Grandma Mega closed her eyes, continuing to count the prayer beads between her fingers.

"There can only be one Mega family at the charity gala."

Had Antonio not met with misfortune, the Mega family and Stephen appearing together at the same event would have only invited ridicule toward the latter—a man of lowly status and physical disability.

But now... the best solution was to ensure that the bastard couldn’t attend at all.

Mr. Mega stiffened, grasping the old lady’s implication.

His expression hardened as he gave a solemn nod.

Meanwhile.

"I already know where that vixen is.

No need for you to investigate further," Grandma Mega hissed into the phone, her voice venomous and barely above a whisper.

"I don’t care how you catch her, but how she dies must be exactly as I say."

She would make sure that women followed Jingxun to the afterlife—in the same place, the same way.

"Don’t worry, grandma Mega," The man’s voice on the other end was mechanically distorted, devoid of any warmth.

"Once the payment clears, you’ll be more than satisfied."

Grandma Mega’s brow furrowed. She understood his meaning.

"Tomorrow morning, I’ll transfer the deposit of fifteen million to your account," she said coldly.

"The other half—you’ll get it when I see her corpse."

"No problem," The man replied without hesitation.