Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire
Chapter 381: Saving grandpa Luther

Chapter 381: Saving grandpa Luther

The capital was shrouded under ominous dark clouds.

As time passed, the heavy sky finally gave way to a relentless downpour.

The rain grew fiercer, threatening to escalate into a storm, engulfing the entire imperial city.

The air was thick with a damp, decaying stench, suffocating and oppressive.

Amid the curtain of rain, a black Rolls-Royce glided swiftly and smoothly along the road.

Inside, a man with sharp, piercing eyes gazed half-lidded at the storm outside, his strikingly handsome features shadowed with grim intensity.

The aura radiating from him pressed down on the car’s interior, making the atmosphere unbearably tense.

Unconsciously, the driver stepped harder on the accelerator.

Meanwhile, in a villa on the outskirts...

"Grandpa," A man in his fifties stood before grandpa Luther, holding a bowl of medicine.

"This was specially prepared under Mr. Jonathan’s orders.

It’s just to ensure you rest for a few days—it won’t harm your health."

Rest for a few days?

Won’t harm his health?

Grandpa Luther narrowed his eyes, his gaze dark and unfathomable.

What a "good son" he had raised.

Without waiting for grandpa to speak, Uncle Carlos let out a cold snort, stepped forward, and snatched the medicine bowl.

In one swift motion, he splashed the bitter liquid straight onto the man’s face.

"Since that’s the case, why don’t you drink it yourself?"

His movement was sharp and decisive.

Caught completely off guard, the man choked violently as the medicine flooded his mouth.

"Cough—!

Cough—!"

Clutching his throat, he doubled over in a fit of coughing, desperate to expel the foul-tasting brew he’d accidentally swallowed.

Uncle Carlos merely watched, his expression icy.

"Carlos, it seems you still haven’t grasped the situation," the man spat, his face flushed crimson with fury.

The man turned to the mercenaries behind him.

"What are you standing around for?

Drag him out and teach him a lesson!"

"Yes, sir!"

Two of the men stepped forward, ready to seize Uncle Carlos.

"Let’s see who dares."

Grandpa Luther’s palm slammed onto the table with a thunderous crack, his deep voice carrying an unshakable authority that froze the room.

"Carlos is under my protection.

If you want to lay a finger on him, you’ll have to step over my dead body first."

The commanding presence of someone long accustomed to authority never fades, no matter the circumstances.

The two mercenaries halted in their tracks, their gazes shifting warily toward the man.

The man’s expression turned icy, his lips pressed into a thin, bloodless line.

Though he’d chosen to side with Jonathan, offending Grandpa Luther was still unthinkable—otherwise, he wouldn’t have bothered with this polite charade, waiting until now to administer the poison.

"Grandpa," he said after a tense silence, his voice low and measured, "I’m showing you respect.

I expect you not to make this difficult for me."

"Go," he ordered sharply.

"Fetch another bowl of medicine for Grandpa."

Before Mr. Jonathan returned, the Luther Family would be thrown into chaos.

He had to act fast—ensure grandpa was poisoned and unconscious before then.

Only that would solidify the narrative that Camilla had attempted to murder the patriarch, silencing any dissent.

"Yes, sir," one of the mercenaries acknowledged with a curt nod before turning to leave.

But the moment he stepped outside, a metallic bullet found its mark—embedding itself with lethal precision between his brows.

*Bang—*

The gunshot rang out, and the figure collapsed straight to the ground.

No.

To be precise—it was a corpse.

Grandpa Luther lowered his gaze, his expression unreadable.

Unfazed, Uncle Carlos simply took two steps back, positioning himself protectively in front of the elder.

The other two men in the room, however, were far from calm.

"What the hell just happened?!"

The man flinched, hastily retreating a few steps inward, his voice laced with panic.

"Contact the men outside—now!

Find out what’s going on!"

He knew exactly how tight security was out there.

How could anything have gone wrong?!

The mercenary drew his gun, pressing against the doorframe as his other hand activated the comm device in his ear.

But all that answered him was dead silence. His head snapped toward the man, eyes sharp with urgency.

"No response.

Something’s definitely wrong."

At this critical moment—how could things have gone sideways?

What on earth could have happened to make this entire villa descend into such eerily silent chaos?!

The man’s mind was in complete disarray, with no time for coherent thought.

Right now, his only priority was getting Grandpa out through the secret passage.

He drew his pistol from his coat, cocked it with a sharp click, and leveled it at Grandpa Luther.

"Sir, there’s trouble outside.

You’ll need to come with me," he said, his voice tight with urgency.

Uncle Carlos frowned and immediately stepped forward, shielding Grandpa with his body.

"Daring to point a gun at me," Grandpa Luther remarked, his tone was as calm as still water.

Calvin didn’t even glance up from the tea he was steeping, his movements deliberate and unhurried.

"In all these years, you’re the first to try it."

His deep voice carried no discernible emotion, yet an inexplicable chill shot up the man’s spine, making the hairs on his neck stand on end.

The man swallowed hard.

"It’s an emergency—I had no choice—"

Before he could finish, a deafening crash cut him off.

**BOOM—**

The front door exploded inward, smashed open by a vehicle ramming it from outside.

The mercenary hiding behind the door had no time to react before being crushed beneath the wheels.

The man was startled but immediately lunged forward, charging toward Grandpa Luther.

Whoever this intruder was, his target was clearly grandpa.

Taking Grandpa hostage was his only way out.

A steely resolve flashed in Uncle Carlos’s deep-set eyes.

Uncle Carlos couldn’t let any harm come to Grandpa.

Without hesitation, he intercepted the attacker, delivering a crushing blow to the man’s temple.

"Ugh—"

The searing, dull pain sent waves of dizziness through the man’s skull, blurring his vision.

Gritting his teeth, he raised his gun blindly in Uncle Carlos’s direction and fired.

**Bang!**

The glint of metal streaked through the air before embedding itself in Uncle Carlos’s arm.

Uncle Carlos staggered back a step.

"Carlos"

Grandpa Luther slammed his cup down and rose from his seat.

The gun in the man’s hand remained raised.

Fear and agony had stripped him of reason—his finger tightened on the trigger.

**Bang—**