Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire
Chapter 374: Lust, Obsession and Jealousy kills more than a bullet

Chapter 374: Lust, Obsession and Jealousy kills more than a bullet

A tense standoff between father and son.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl, the air thick with unspoken tension.

The atmosphere was suffocating, frozen in place.

"Fine.

Just fine," Grandpa Luther narrowed his eyes at Jonathan, his gaze brimming with a disappointment so profound it threatened to consume him.

"If you’re so determined to go through with this, then go ahead.

Let’s see how far you can take it."

His furrowed brow relaxed, but his aged, stern face had already turned cold and indifferent.

"And let this be a lesson—to see for yourself what happens to those who refuse to see reason."

As he spoke, the old man gripped his cane and pushed himself up from the sofa, his body swaying slightly.

"Grandpa!"

Uncle Carlos’s eyes widened in alarm as he rushed forward to steady the old man’s arm.

"Are you all right?!"

After the poisoning incident not long ago, Grandpa’s health had never fully recovered.

A flicker of concern flashed through Jonathan’s darkened eyes.

Jonathan immediately rose from the bed and reached out to support his father’s other arm.

"Dad—"

Grandpa Luther used his cane to push Jonathan’s hand away, his deep-set eyes staring vacantly into space.

"Go ahead.

How do you plan to arrange things for me?"

His aged voice was hoarse and flat, devoid of any warmth.

Jonathan’s outstretched hand froze mid-air before slowly curling into a fist.

Jonathan hadn’t expected his father to know about his plans.

If that was the case, why had he even come here?

Was this a test?

Or something else?

A flicker of uncertainty passed through Jonathan’s eyes.

Whatever the reason, there was no turning back now.

After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice measured.

"Goliath, take grandpa to the rear courtyard to rest."

"Yes, sir."

Goliath nodded and stepped forward, bowing slightly.

"Grandpa, please allow me to escort you to your quarters."

Grandpa Luther’s expression remained impassive.

Uncle Carlos, however, looked furious.

With a swift, practiced motion, he lashed out with his foot, delivering a sharp kick to Goliath’s side.

"Get lost."

Caught off guard, Goliath was sent sprawling to the ground by the sudden blow.

Goliath sucked in a sharp breath through clenched teeth, pain radiating through his body.

Damn it.

Why was he always the one getting hurt?

Ignoring him, Uncle Carlos steadied Grandpa Luther as they made their way toward the villa’s backyard.

Not once did grandpa glance back at Jonathan as they left the room.

His steps were slow but deliberate.

Even though he knew—this might very well be the last proper conversation he would ever have with his son.

Jonathan stood frozen, watching his father’s retreating figure.

A bitter taste rose in his throat.

You were the one who bypassed me and handed the Luther Family’s leadership to Sinclair.

You were the one who’d rather let an outsider take control of the Luther Family than entrust it to me, even when Sinclair fell ill.

I’ve ended up like this because of you.

Don’t blame me for what happens next. Jonathan closed his eyes briefly, steadying himself before he spoke again.

"Keep a close watch on the manor.

Be vigilant about anyone coming or going except for Camilla."

That son of his was cunning and ruthless.

Jonathan wouldn’t feel at ease until the very last moment.

"Also, remind those branch families not to forget their promises.

Tomorrow’s shares transfer meeting is their time to prove themselves."

"Yes, sir!"

Goliath nodded in acknowledgment. ——

Meanwhile, in the study of the Luther Family Manor.

"These individuals clearly showed hostility toward Madam, while the others remained uncommitted," Luke reported the details of the meeting meticulously to Sinclair.

Sinclair’s slender, well-defined fingers tapped slowly on the desk, his dark eyes sharp and unreadable.

"Once the share transfer meeting concludes," His thin lips parted, his voice icy and devoid of warmth.

"Make sure they vanish from the capital."

"Understood."

Luke immediately nodded, grasping his boss’s intent.

"I’ll make the arrangements right away."

Sinclair’s dark eyes lowered slightly, his striking features composed.

"What’s the situation in E Country?"

While the Luther Family matters needed resolution, Tiffany’s affairs couldn’t be neglected either.

If anything happened to her, Camilla would carry that guilt for life.

And he would never allow Camilla to hold someone else in her heart forever—which means Tiffany must remain unharmed at all costs.

"Mr. Stephen visited the Mega family estate," Luke reported dutifully, relaying every detail of the intelligence received.

A faint glint passed through Sinclair’s narrowed eyes, though his expression remained unreadable.

Stephen was indeed a shrewd man.

"Pass the intel to Calvin."

"Yes, sir."

Luke nodded and withdrew.

Soon enough, Sinclair learned that Calvin was preparing to leave the capital for Country E.

Sinclair wasn’t surprised—just instructed his own forces stationed in Country E to provide Calvin with full assistance.

Meanwhile, in Country E.

Inside the headquarters of the Mega Corporation.

*The Omen of Doom.*

"Twelve divinations cast, yet not a single one foretells survival."

Stephen’s words echoed relentlessly in Antonio’s mind.

Even though he knew Stephen was just spouting nonsense, the mere association with Camilla’s situation left an unsettling weight in his chest.

Had he somehow found out?

Antonio’s dark eyes narrowed sharply as he stared into empty space, his fingers tightening unconsciously around the half-worn fountain pen he’d been toying with.

Snap.

With a crisp sound, the aged pen split cleanly in two.

Antonio finally snapped out of his thoughts, his gaze falling upon the fountain pen in his palm.

His dark pupils glinted with an icy chill.

His assistant was equally startled.

His assistant knew all too well what this pen meant to his boss.

Holding his breath, the assistant stood frozen, afraid even the slightest exhale might draw attention.

Antonio stared at the broken pen for a long moment before speaking slowly.

"How is Tiffany?"

"Miss Tiffany still refuses to eat or drink.

She won’t let the doctors near her either," the assistant reported truthfully.

"From what I can see, she seems determined to die."

Was she trying to strip him of his leverage?

The coldness in Antonio’s eyes deepened.

Antonio had assumed Tiffany would be the easiest to control—that in such dire circumstances, fear would make her comply unconditionally.

Yet, she had turned out to be even more ruthless toward herself than he expected.

His two juniors truly never ceased to surprise him.

"Get rid of the tails around her.

I’m going over there."

Antonio learned that the Luther Family had been in turmoil recently, and Sinclair hadn’t made any public appearances for a long time—something must have happened.

Coupled with Stephen’s recent maneuvers... he didn’t want to delay any longer.

"Understood," his assistant immediately caught his meaning and withdrew.

Soon, a black Rolls-Royce departed from the Mega Corporation headquarters, speeding toward the outskirts of the city.

What Antonio didn’t expect was that Stephen’s hidden network and influence ran far deeper than he had imagined.

Not long after he set out, Stephen received the news.

"It seems my nephew is even more impatient than I anticipated," he murmured, his pale lips curling into a faint smile that carried no warmth.

"Follow him discreetly.

Stay as close as possible without being detected."

The more information he gathered, the stronger his bargaining position would be with the Luther Family.

An opportunity delivered right to his doorstep—he couldn’t afford to miss it.

Country E was vast and sparsely populated, especially in the suburbs.

Houses were scattered far apart, and without a car, one would be stranded with nowhere to go.

Inside the master bedroom of a three-story villa, a petite figure sat motionless on the bed, staring blankly out the window.