Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire
Chapter 322: The men Tailing Grandpa Luther have been caught

Chapter 322: The men Tailing Grandpa Luther have been caught

"I’ve told you more than once,"

Jonathan poured himself a steaming cup of tea, his brows furrowed with unmistakable irritation.

"Stay composed no matter what happens. Otherwise, you’ll accomplish nothing."

"Yes,"

The gaunt man’s lips trembled slightly before he managed to steady himself and nod.

"Understood,

sir."

"Now, speak,"

Jonathan lowered his head to sip his tea, his voice heavy.

"What exactly happened?"

The thin man swallowed hard, forcing his tone to remain calm.

"The men we sent to tail Grandpa Luther were caught.

Only one out of the four managed to escape."

"Pfft—"

Tea sprayed from Jonathan’s mouth as he erupted into violent coughing.

"Cough... cough..."

The gaunt man swallowed hard, his expression rigid as he stepped forward to pat Jonathan’s back.

"Sir, are you alright?"

Jonathan responded with a sharp slap, his face dark and terrifying.

"Do I look alright to you?

*Cough*, *cough*."

Jonathan slammed his palm on the table, his gaze cutting like a blade as he glared at the man.

"Didn’t I tell them to keep their distance and stop following once they reached the manor?

How the hell were they still spotted?!"

"They followed your orders to the letter,

sir,"

the thin man stammered, not daring to even touch his stinging cheek.

"But... we didn’t expect the Calvin family to have people stationed beyond the manor’s perimeter."

"What did you say?"

Jonathan’s voice was a strangled growl.

"The Calvin family?"

"Yes,"

the gaunt man nodded emphatically, his tone grave.

"Our men saw it clearly—it was definitely the Calvin family.

And it was their heir himself leading the watch."

The heir of the Calvin family.

With his strikingly distinctive features, Calvin was unmistakable to anyone who saw him.

Jonathan’s eyes darkened instantly.

This kid was close friends with Sinclair—he’d definitely hand the person over to him.

Jonathan needed to come up with a solid plan to deal with this.

Jonathan stared blankly into the distance, his brow furrowed tightly.

But why would Calvin have people stationed around the Luther Family estate?

Something must have gone wrong.

The gaunt man didn’t dare move a muscle, waiting for Jonathan’s orders.

After a long silence, Jonathan finally spoke.

"Find a way to silence those three through our men. And—" Jonathan rose from his seat. "Prepare the car immediately. I’m heading to the Fu estate." The thin man’s face twisted in shock.

"You’re going there yourself?"

"Yes."

Jonathan’s eyes gleamed with sharp intensity.

"First, make a detour to the old mansion."

If they discovered the old man wasn’t home, it would be perfectly reasonable for a concerned father to follow his son to the estate.

"Understood!"

The gaunt man immediately grasped the implication and hurried out to arrange the car.

—— Tonight was destined to be anything but peaceful.

At the Luther Family estate, grandpa sat in the living room, his face pale with exhaustion.

Despite uncle Carlos and Ramsey’s persistent urging, he refused to retire for the night.

Just as the two were at their wits’ end, a mercenary rushed in from outside.

"Sir," he greeted the grandpa Luther with a respectful nod before turning to Ramsey.

"Assistant Ramsey, Assistant Luke from President Calvin’s team is outside with some men.

Jey says he needs to speak with you."

Jey?

Ramsey narrowed his eyes and glanced at grandpa.

Awaiting his instructions.

The people around Calvin?

Grandpa Luther leaned on his cane, his gaze fixed on the entrance.

"Go see what’s going on."

"grandpa,"

Ramsey returned swiftly after stepping away, his expression unusually grave.

Knowing Ramsey’s temperament, Grandpa Luther’s deep-set eyes instantly sharpened with intensity.

"What happened?"

"President Calvin noticed someone tailing your car toward the estate," Ramsey reported, his face stern.

"They’ve already been apprehended and brought here."

Following the grandpa’s car to the estate?

Uncle Carlos’s pupils constricted sharply.

In all of the capital, who would dare target the Grandpa himself?

"It seems some people think Grandpa has grown feeble and useless,"

Grandpa said slowly, his gaze razor-sharp.

"Are they in the vault?"

Was Grandpa Luther planning to interrogate them personally?

Ramsey’s expression turned serious.

Seeing his father offer no objection, he could only nod in acquiescence.

"Yes."

Grandpa Luther remained silent as he slowly rose from his chair.

Meanwhile, on the road to the Luther Family estate...

Jonathan reclined in the back seat, feigning sleep, when his right eye suddenly twitched twice.

*Left eye for fortune, right eye for misfortune.*

Under normal circumstances, he would have scoffed at such superstitions—but not today.

Jonathan couldn’t afford to dismiss it lightly.

"Are you absolutely certain those three captured fools won’t spill anything?"

"Rest assured,

sir," replied the gaunt man in the passenger seat, nodding with unwavering confidence.

"Every one of them has a family.

They know better than to talk—unless they want their loved ones to pay the price."

Jonathan gave a grim nod, his face darkening.

"See that they don’t."

Otherwise, certain plans would have to be accelerated.

"And that brat from the Calvin family—dig into who he’s been cozying up to lately.

Then teach him a lesson he won’t forget." Jonathan gazed out the window, his dark eyes narrowing with chilling intensity.

Those who dared cross him would never get off lightly.

"Understood!"

—— Inside the vast underground chamber of the Luther Family estate, the air grew thick with tension as the grandpa entered slowly.

Grandpa took his seat—prepared in advance by Ramsey—with an aura of unshakable authority that pressed down on the entire space like an invisible weight.

Anyone witnessing this scene would instantly recognize the terrifying resemblance between the two heads of the Luther Family.

Why did grandpa come in person?

The three bound men kneeling on the floor paled, their hearts sinking like stones.

Ramsey handed the freshly brewed tea to grandpa Luther before stepping aside, his expression as cold and unyielding as steel.

This was a sight all too familiar to the influential figures of the capital two decades ago.

"Speak,"

Grandpa commanded, his voice icy, his aged yet piercing eyes sweeping over them with disdain.

"Were you targeting me—or Sinclair?"

The calm voice carried an aura of bone-chilling authority.

"Grandpa Luther, there’s been a misunderstanding," one of the men stammered, his body trembling as he met the elder’s gaze.

"We just took a wrong turn by accident—we weren’t deliberately following your car."

"Is that so?"

Grandpa Luther lifted his teacup, idly stirring the leaves floating on the surface.

"Yes, yes!"

The man nodded frantically.

Ramsey frowned, staring at the speaker as if he were an utter fool.

*Couldn’t even bother to come up with a decent lie.*

As if some random lost driver would recognize Grandpa on sight!

"The last person who dared to lie to my face so brazenly—well, the weeds on his grave are taller than you now,"

Grandpa Luther remarked mildly before taking a slow sip of tea.

"Uncle Carlos"

"Understood."

With a sharp nod, Uncle Carlos drew his gun and fired without hesitation.

***BANG!***

The bullet tore through the man’s skull.

His eyes widened in shock before he collapsed to the ground, lifeless.