Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire
Chapter 380: Set up 2

Chapter 380: Set up 2

"Something strange happened at the estate a couple of days ago," the man in his fifties, who seemed to be the leader, swallowed hard before continuing.

"Grandpa stayed there for a few days, and the moment he returned, he fell gravely ill.

But instead of arranging treatment, the madam ordered the entire mansion sealed off—no one in or out.

She even cut off all communication signals."

Everyone present was aware that Grandpa had indeed been at the estate recently.

Could something have happened to him even back then?

Encouraged by the first speaker, several servants behind him chimed in.

"That’s right!

We were worried about Grandpa’s health, so we went to Uncle Carlos, begging him to call the family physician.

But he just told us to obey the madam’s orders."

"Uncle Carlos also forbade anyone from getting near Grandpa’s room."

"The only people allowed inside the mansion were madam and Assistant Ramsey.

They stayed in Grandpa’s chamber for a while before leaving."

Piece by piece, their testimonies painted a clear picture—Grandpa had been poisoned and unconscious long ago, making it impossible for him to have drafted any so-called stock transfer agreement.

Jonathan took a sip of tea handed to him by someone at his side, his eyes lowered as he drank.

His calm demeanor radiated absolute confidence, as if victory was already assured.

The sheer audacity of twisting the truth so brazenly was staggering.

But Jonathan must have already played most of his cards, hasn’t he?

Camilla sneered inwardly, though her expression remained perfectly composed.

"I didn’t do anything.

This is all a setup—none of it is true!"

Her eyes widened slightly as she glared at them, her voice sharp with indignation.

"I get it now.

It’s Jonathan!

Calvin sent you to frame me!!"

Her flustered demeanor made her look guilty as sin in the eyes of those watching.

"Madam," one of the servants spoke up again, emboldened now that Camilla had lost her composure.

"We’ve served in the old residence for over a decade.

Our loyalty to Grandpa is absolute—no one could ever bribe us.

You shouldn’t throw around baseless accusations."

Loyalty?

Camilla stared at the elderly face, deeply lined with wrinkles, and felt a chill seep into her bones.

What a fine display of loyalty indeed.

"Enough.

There’s no need to press him further," Jonathan said, the faintest hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"If you still refuse to believe it, I have more evidence right here."

With those words, he turned his head slightly to glance at Goliath beside him.

Camilla’s eyes flickered with evident surprise, as if this possibility had never crossed her mind.

The others also shifted their gaze toward Goliath.

Goliath stepped forward, placing a voice recorder on the table before pressing the play button.

A stern, icy male voice—clearly Goliath’s—rang out: "Carlos, who exactly ordered you to poison Grandpa?"

Before the echo faded, another voice, weak and trembling, responded: *"...It was Madam."

The Luther Family recognized that voice instantly—it was Carlos.

Goliath continued, his tone unrelenting: *"And what about the stock transfer agreement?"

Madam also instructed me to forge it for her."*

"You’ve served Grandpa for years.

How could you betray him like this?"

Madam promised me... if I succeeded... not only a hundred million... but also shares in Luther Group for my son..."

Carlos’s voice grew increasingly feeble, clearly wracked with torment.

"I... I just lost my head for a moment."

One hundred million.

Money makes the mare go—that’s an eternal truth.

The recording plunged the entire conference room into stunned silence.

Collins and Jonathan exchanged glances, the glint of triumph unmistakable in the depths of their eyes.

"No... That can’t be."

"Impossible," Ramsey blurted out.

"That can’t be my father’s voice."

"Shut your mouth," Jonathan cut him off, his tone dripping with menace.

"We’ll decide for ourselves."

"Who gave you the right to speak here?!"

His voice grew sharper, laced with contempt.

"Take him away and lock him up.

We’ll deal with him later."

"Yes, sir."

Four bodyguards immediately closed in, surrounding Ramsey.

Ramsey didn’t resist as they led him away.

Camilla stood frozen in place, watching helplessly as Ramsey was dragged off.

Yet beneath her seemingly calm demeanor, her piercing dark eyes discreetly scanned the room, absorbing every subtle shift in expression around her.

With Ramsey gone, she was now truly on her own.

Jonathan and his associates didn’t even regard her as worthy of their attention.

The others’ gaze toward Camilla grew increasingly icy.

They couldn’t fathom how this young girl before them could have the audacity to scheme against their entire Luther Family!

"Given what happened, today’s meeting is effectively null and void," said the bespectacled man with a stern expression, sighing inwardly as he spoke coldly.

"It’s time for us to leave."

As he spoke, he rose from his seat, ready to walk away. Calvin had no intention of wading any deeper into this mess.

"Hold on," Jonathan lifted his eyes to look at the man.

"Morgan, the matter isn’t over yet. Why the hurry to leave?" Jonathan narrowed his eyes, his voice low and pointed.

"Anyone who didn’t know better might think you’ve been bribed by someone—guilty conscience and all."

The corner of Camilla’s lips curled almost imperceptibly at the mention of "someone."

"Bribed?

Me?"

Morgan froze mid-motion, his eyes burning with intensity as they locked onto Jonathan.

"Jonathan, have you lost your damn mind? You’ll bite anyone who crosses your path now?"

Though Jonathan was part of the Luther Family’s main bloodline, his strained relationship with Sinclair and subsequent expulsion from the ancestral home by the old patriarch had significantly diminished his standing—at least within the Luther Family.

Collins and Santino exchanged meaningful glances with Morgan, their silent judgment clear.

*Still can’t read the room? What a hopeless fool.*

No wonder he’d been trampled underfoot all these years, relegated to the lower seats.

"If you haven’t been bought off, then sit down and wait until this matter is settled before leaving," Jonathan said, his voice low and composed, utterly unfazed by Morgan’s outburst.

With things put so bluntly, walking out now would only invite accusations.

Morgan stood rooted in place, trapped between defiance and concession.

Those close to him quickly leaned in, murmuring urgent words of persuasion.

Finally, with a face like ice, Morgan sank back into his seat.

A heavy silence settled over the room as everyone braced for what was to come.

As for Camilla—it was as if she had been deliberately overlooked.

Jonathan lifted his teacup, took a slow sip, and set it down before addressing the gathering once more.

"Sinclair is critically ill, Grandpa is poisoned and unconscious, and now this happens—the main family is in complete disarray," Jonathan narrowed his eyes, though it did little to conceal the ambition burning within them.

"But the Luther Group can’t be left without leadership.

If anyone has suitable candidates in mind, feel free to suggest them."

At this point, everyone understood exactly what he meant.

The gazes fixed on Jonathan were a mix of emotions—some wary, some calculating.

Santino scanned the room before curling his lips into a faint smirk and speaking first.

"The Luther Group has always been the main family’s legacy.

The rest of us are merely fortunate to benefit from it."

Jonathan paused briefly before continuing, his tone measured.

"Given the current circumstances, of course, you’re the most fitting person to take charge."

Finally, the endgame.

Camilla lowered her lashes, a shadow of a smile flickering in her darkened eyes. ——

Meanwhile, a sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantom sped away from the estate.

In the back seat sat a man with an imposing frame and striking features.

His long, elegant fingers idly twisted an onyx ring, the motion deliberate, unhurried.