Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire
Chapter 383: Handle them

Chapter 383: Handle them

Just three words were enough to convey Grandpa Luther’s stance.

Jonathan nearly fell off his chair.

His face turned deathly pale, drained of all color, filled only with sheer terror and despair.

"Dad... I’m your own flesh and blood—" "Carlos" Grandpa Luther’s expression remained utterly impassive.

His gaze toward Jonathan was as piercing as shards of ice, devoid of any warmth.

"Take him away.

Deal with him according to the family rules."

Family rules.

Four simple words, yet they weighed so heavily that not a single member of the Luther clan dared to breathe too loudly.

"Understood."

Uncle Carlos’s eyes flickered with understanding.

Though the order was phrased as "family rules," the implications were far from simple. "You two—take him away."

Two mercenaries immediately stepped forward, seizing Jonathan and dragging him out of the room.

Camilla stood beside Grandpa, her cold gaze fixed on the unfolding scene.

Grandfather Luther and Sinclair had given Jonathan countless opportunities, yet he had exploited each one to scheme against them.

This was what they called—reapping what you’d sown.

"Let me go!

Let me go!!"

Jonathan twisted his head toward the elder, his face contorted with desperation, his words spilling out in a frantic, incoherent mess.

"Dad... I was wrong... I swear I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll never covet the family leadership again—just give me one last chance, please..."

The hand gripping Grandfather Luther’s cane turned bone-white, and something flickered deep in his eyes—but in the end, he hardened his heart and refused to look at his son.

Jonathan’s hope withered.

His lips moved soundlessly, as though an invisible hand had seized his throat, choking off any further pleas.

As they dragged him away, his gaze landed on Camilla, standing composed and unreadable beside the old man.

Her clear, steady eyes were like a sheet of frost—cold enough to seep into his bones and make his heart shudder.

His own eyes trembled, his face ashen with despair.

Only now did Jonathan fully understand.

This entire game of chess had been of his own making—a trap he had laid for himself.

Everything that had happened was designed to let him climb to the very brink of triumph... only to send him crashing down at the last moment.

A bitter, suffocating rage surged in his chest. Jonathan was thus escorted out of the room.

The conference chamber fell deathly silent, the faces of those present turning ashen.

Particularly Collins and Santino—their complexions resembled corpses already bleached of life.

If Grandpa Luther showed no mercy even to his own flesh and blood, what hope did they have?

The silence grew so profound one could’ve heard a pin drop.

Every person present held their breath, speculating who Grandpa Luther’s wrath would target next.

Amidst this suffocating stillness, the aged patriarch’s gravelly voice finally broke through.

"Camilla—"

Camilla immediately took half a step forward.

"Yes, Grandfather."

Grandpa Luther’s stern expression softened noticeably when his gaze landed on her.

"How far along are we with the stock transfer procedures?"

This had merely been bait to lure Jonathan into their trap.

Given the current upheaval, shouldn’t this matter be tactfully swept aside?

Why would Grandfather bring it up again?

Camilla hesitated momentarily.

Her eyes swept across the tense assembly before she answered truthfully.

"The share transfer agreement has been reviewed by all the uncles present.

All that remains is the signing and notarization."

"Good," Grandpa Luther nodded, his deep voice unhurried yet carrying undeniable authority.

"Let’s proceed then."

Grandpa lifted his gaze to meet Lawyer Zion’s eyes.

Understanding the unspoken cue, Lawyer Zion steadied himself before placing the documents before Camilla once more.

"Madam Luther—"

Not a single member of the Luther Family showed surprise.

Had it not been for Jonathan’s sudden interference—like an unwelcome third wheel—these papers would have been signed long ago.

The mere thought of Jonathan sent an involuntary chill through the gathered relatives.

Camilla’s brow furrowed slightly.

She seemed on the verge of speaking, but mindful of the formal setting, held her tongue.

Never mind.

It’s just an empty title anyway.

Once Sinclair "recovers" and makes his public reappearance, she’d return everything to him openly and properly.

With this thought, Camilla finally lowered her head and signed her name. Lawyer Zion couldn’t help an inward sigh.

These were perhaps the two most expensive words in all of San Francisco.

Grandpa Luther pressed the law firm’s official seal and his personal stamp onto the document.

With that, the equity transfer was finalized.

Camilla, now holding the controlling stake, became the new head of the Luther Corporation.

The room fell into a heavy silence as everyone watched, not daring to utter a word.

In their hearts, they prayed that today’s ordeal would finally come to an end.

But fate had other plans.

Grandpa Luther glanced at the signatures on the equity transfer agreement, a flicker of satisfaction crossing his eyes.

Three copies were made, each carefully secured.

Lawyer Zion took one for the firm and left without another word.

The vast conference room was now occupied solely by the Luther Family insiders.

Grandpa Luther turned to Camilla, his tone as gentle as any ordinary elder’s.

"Camilla, take a seat."

Though unsure of his intentions, Camilla obediently sat down.

The fact that she was asked to stay meant there was more to come.

Collins, Santino, and the others immediately felt a chill run down their spines, their hearts pounding in their throats.

"You are now the chairwoman of the Luther Group and the interim head of the Luther Family’s main lineage," Grandpa Luther’s voice cut through the tense silence, his piercing gaze sweeping over the assembled crowd below like a blade.

"Certain matters now fall under your jurisdiction."

His eyes narrowed slightly, the unspoken weight of his words settling heavily in the air.

"Carlos"

"Yes, sir." Stepping forward, Uncle Carlos handed a sealed envelope to Camilla.

Collins and Santino exchanged uneasy glances—was it their imagination, or had Carlos’s eyes linger on them just a moment too long?

A cold sweat prickled at their backs.

Under grandpa’s watchful stare, Camilla opened the envelope. Her breath hitched as she glimpsed the contents.

Shock flickered in her eyes.

*Is Grandfather expecting me to deal with them—to establish my authority?*

*But I never wanted real power... Did he misunderstand something?*

Noticing her hesitation, grandpa Luther gave an almost imperceptible nod of confirmation.

Then, without another word, he lowered his head and sipped his tea, withdrawing from the scene entirely.

Camilla exhaled slowly.

There was no backing out now—she was well and truly cornered.

After a measured pause, she lifted her gaze to the room.

The timidity and gentleness that once softened her expression were gone.

In their place blazed a resolution as sharp as honed steel.

This time she was just like a fiercty lioness.