Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire
Chapter 378: Camilla, What happened to my father?

Chapter 378: Camilla, What happened to my father?

"Apologies for keeping everyone waiting."

Camilla’s dark, piercing eyes swept calmly over the assembled crowd as her crimson lips parted.

"As you’re all aware, Sinclair has been dealing with some health issues recently and is currently undergoing treatment."

Her expression remained composed, her tone neither submissive nor arrogant.

"According to Grandfather’s wishes, I will be temporarily overseeing the management of the Luther Corporation.

I’ve invited you all here today to bear witness."

Though seated like everyone else, Camilla carried herself with an air of authority that made her seem elevated, as if one couldn’t help but look up to her.

It was a presence not unlike the one Sinclair himself commanded.

Her voice, soft yet cool, cut through the absolute silence of the conference room with striking clarity.

The attendees exchanged glances, their expressions varying—some contemplative, others inscrutable.

A few even locked eyes meaningfully, as if silently communicating.

"Time is of the essence," Camilla said, taking in their reactions while feigning obliviousness.

She turned slightly to the man standing behind her.

"Ramsey, present the share transfer documents for the board members to review."

"Understood."

Ramsey immediately stepped forward and distributed copies of the drafted equity transfer agreement to everyone present.

Each person received their own copy.

As they flipped through the pages, their brows furrowed involuntarily.

Knowing something in theory was one thing, but seeing it spelled out in black and white was entirely different.

Everyone knew the Luther Corporation was wealthy—that was common knowledge.

But just how wealthy?

Even those within the Luther Family couldn’t say for sure.

All they knew was that the numbers were beyond quantification.

And now, to have such a massive fortune dangled right before their eyes, only to watch someone else take it—well, that didn’t sit well with anyone.

"If there are no objections," Camilla finally spoke again, her voice cool and composed as she surveyed the room, "Attorney Zeus, you may proceed with the notarization."

"Understood, Mrs. Luther," Attorney Zeus replied, stepping forward with his briefcase. Just as he began to open it—

"Wait."

The slightly heavyset man seated to Camilla’s right shifted his gaze from the contract to her.

Attorney Zeus paused, looking to Camilla for direction.

"Madam Luther, this—"

Camilla recognized the voice immediately—it was Collin.

By family hierarchy, she should address him as Third Uncle.

"It’s alright.

Let’s pause for now," Camilla said, her dark eyes fixed calmly on Collins as she waited for him to continue.

"I wouldn’t dare call it an opinion," the slightly portly man replied, lifting his gaze to meet hers, his tone as inscrutable as his expression.

"But the transfer of the Luther Family head’s shares is no trivial matter."

"If Madam wishes to proceed, the grandpa must be present in person."

At those words, Camilla’s fingers, resting on the table, clenched imperceptibly.

A flicker of panic darted through her otherwise composed eyes.

Though she masked it swiftly, Collins, standing close enough, caught the fleeting reaction.

The faintest smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, deepening ever so slightly.

Still too young.

Can’t keep her composure.

"Indeed, Madam may not yet be aware," Santino chimed in, snapping the share transfer documents shut.

"The Luther Family’s rule is clear—no shares can be transferred or sold without the presence of the direct lineage head.

While we understand the current family head is unable to attend due to health reasons, grandpa must be here."

Santino narrowed his eyes and continued, "We’re only here today on grandpa’s orders.

Since he hasn’t arrived, the share transfer can’t proceed."

His tone was resolute, as though certain the old man wouldn’t make it in time.

Everyone present was sharp enough to read between the lines of Santino’s demeanor, their expressions turning pensive.

Ramsey’s face hardened as he watched the speakers, suppressing a cold sneer in his heart.

*Go ahead, keep digging your own graves.*

*The CEO is watching every move.*

"Madam,"

A bespectacled middle-aged man with an air of integrity glanced at Santino and his allies before speaking gravely.

"You should bring grandpa here."

Otherwise, today’s share transfer meeting would inevitably hit a deadlock.

The neutral parties remained silent but nodded in quiet agreement.

"Grandfather isn’t feeling well," Camilla bit her lip, forcing herself to stay composed as she addressed the room.

"Grandpa won’t be attending today."

"Not feeling well?"

The moment these words were spoken, the expressions of everyone present shifted noticeably.

A hushed murmur spread through the room.

"Grandpa isn’t feeling well?

Why didn’t we hear about this yesterday?"

"Exactly.

And of all times, it had to be right when the shares were being transferred. What an incredible coincidence."

"Something feels off about this whole situation." ...

Of course, there were also those who remained completely unfazed, showing no surprise whatsoever.

People like Collins and Santino, for instance.

They knew exactly where Grandpa was at that moment.

Amidst the low hum of discussion, Camilla narrowed her eyes slightly and cast a meaningful glance in Ramsey’s direction.

Ramsey immediately caught her cue and stepped forward.

"Everyone," he said, raising his voice to address the room.

"Although Grandpa can’t be here in person, the transfer documents bear his legally notarized signature and fingerprint.

Seeing these is no different from having him here himself."

"That’s right, Ramsey is absolutely correct," Camilla chimed in, nodding repeatedly as if she’d found her footing.

She straightened her posture slightly.

"Grandfather’s signature and fingerprint are right there—that should be proof enough."

Yet to everyone else in the room, the more Camilla carried on like this, the more she seemed to be hiding something.

Inside the study of the Luther Manor.

The impeccably tailored black suit clung to the man’s tall, lean frame, accentuating his flawless proportions.

Sinclair sat with his long legs crossed on the leather chair, his slender fingers tapping rhythmically against the desk.

Even from just this angle, the commanding aura of a man born to lead was unmistakable, compelling an instinctive urge to submit.

His cold, gleaming eyes were fixed on the surveillance screen, where a graceful figure moved.

The corners of his thin lips curled slightly.

Sinclair hadn’t expected his beloved to have such a talent for acting.

Luke observed his boss’s expression, his own eyes filled with understanding and resignation.

Why was it that no matter the time, place, or situation, he always ended up choking on a mouthful of dog food?!

This was downright inhumane treatment for a single man!! "What’s the situation outside?"

The man’s deep, indifferent voice snapped Luke out of his thoughts.

Looking up, he met those fathomless eyes and immediately flinched, lowering his head again.

"All roads within a ten-kilometer radius of the manor have been sealed off.

Jonathan’s men are lying in ambush about two kilometers out—around three hundred of them, heavily armed."

Luke’s eyes sparkled with barely concealed amusement as he spoke.

"With our prior arrangements, we’ve got their exact locations under surveillance."

The implication was clear—taking them down wouldn’t be an issue.

Sinclair’s lips curved slightly in response, though he remained silent.

His dark eyes, however, gleamed with a ruthless, bloodthirsty intensity that made it impossible to hold his gaze.

"As for the outskirts, the organization’s forces have surrounded the villa.

Our men followed orders and didn’t put up much resistance," Luke continued in a low voice, not waiting for Sinclair to speak.

"Jonathan has already left with his men and is on his way to Luther Corporation."

At this, he paused and looked up at his boss.

"Everything is under control.

We’re just waiting for your orders."

"Move in," Sinclair said, his long fingers—which had been idly tapping the desk—finally stilling.

His deep, obsidian eyes burned with a predatory glint.

"Just one thing—make sure grandpa stays safe."

His voice was icy and detached, yet it carried the unmistakable weight of absolute command.

"Understood," Luke nodded and left, unable to conceal the excitement in his eyes.

Staying had definitely been the right call.

Compared to dealing with those old foxes from the Luther Family, he’d much rather take on a real, hands-on mission.

It had been a while since he’d had the chance to stretch his limbs—this was the perfect opportunity to let loose.

Sinclair’s gaze shifted back to the surveillance screens.

Meanwhile, in the executive conference room of Luther Corporation.

"A fingerprint and signature don’t prove much, to be blunt.

There are plenty of ways to obtain them by other means," Santino stared at Camilla, his aged, murky eyes glinting with a cold light.

Camilla’s brows furrowed slightly, her expression growing increasingly grave.

"I’m not sure what you’re implying."

"Don’t misunderstand, Madam.

I meant nothing by it," Santino leaned back in his chair, the corners of his lips curling into a cryptic smile, his tone inscrutable.

"It’s just that the old man’s illness seems... awfully convenient.

Everything we’ve heard comes solely from you—hardly convincing, wouldn’t you agree?"

The moment these words were spoken, the conference room fell into a brief silence.

The expressions around the table varied dramatically.

Collins remained silent, his deep-set eyes glinting with a triumphant satisfaction.

After today, both he and the family behind him would rise another step in power.

A few attendees even began murmuring among themselves, casting sidelong glances at Camilla.

"Not just grandpa—even the family head’s sudden illness is suspicious.

They even refused our visits.

We have no idea what’s really going on."

"For the entire Luther Family’s main lineage to be left in the hands of an outsider—it’s just too unbelievable."

Even those who had remained neutral were swayed by the whispers, their gazes sharpening as they studied Camilla.

The bespectacled middle-aged man was one of the few who still trusted her.

Collins glanced at Ramsey, who had stayed silent throughout, then turned back to Camilla with a frown.

"Madam, if grandpa’s condition isn’t too severe, it would be best to bring him here in person."

Camilla’s hands, resting on the table, clenched into fists.

Her face was etched with hesitation.

"I... I..." Just then, a furious, familiar voice cut through the tension from outside the door.

"Camilla!

What exactly have you done to Father?!"

Jonathan?!

All eyes turned toward the entrance in shock.

Hearing the voice, both Collins and Santino exhaled quietly in relief.