Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire
Chapter 388: Antonio’s phone call

Chapter 388: Antonio’s phone call

**Luther Family Manor**

Ramsey briefly recounted the swirling rumors in the capital to Sinclair and Camilla.

Sinclair’s dark eyes remained unreadable, his strikingly handsome face betraying no emotion.

Camilla’s long, delicate lashes fluttered slightly—she instantly understood his intentions.

"Sweetheart," she murmured, "you want these rumors to reach Antonio?"

"Mm."

Sinclair’s gaze deepened, his obsidian eyes like an unfathomable abyss.

"That man is cautious.

At best, he’ll only half-believe what you say.

The rest, he’ll investigate himself."

Camilla nodded slowly in understanding.

Sweetheart was right.

Antonio’s ability to abduct Fanny without alerting any of the major families’ surveillance networks spoke volumes about his meticulousness.

"President Luther, it’s time," Ramsey glanced at his wristwatch and reminded him tactfully. "We should get going."

His gaze flickered toward Camilla’s direction before he added considerately, "I’ll wait for you in the car."

Without another word, he swiftly exited the room.

Now, only Sinclair and Camilla remain in the living room.

Sinclair rose without hesitation, strode to Camilla’s side, and pulled her into his arms before settling into the seat she had just vacated.

"I promise I’ll bring Tiffany back safely," he murmured, his long, elegant fingers tracing the delicate curve of her neck.

His strikingly handsome face drew closer, his obsidian eyes like fathomless whirlpools threatening to consume her whole.

"But, sweetheart, you have to promise me something too."

His voice was low, deliberate.

"No matter what Antonio asks of you—no matter what you agree to—you’ll tell me every single detail.

Understood?"

Camilla cradled his face, so close she could feel his breath.

Drowning in those dark eyes that held nothing but her reflection, something warm and uncontainable swelled in her chest.

"Okay," she whispered.

Then, remembering something, she added softly—

"If anything unexpected happens and I can’t reach you, I’ll make sure to stay safe.

I promise."

"There won’t be any ’if’s."

Sinclair’s brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, his dark eyes lingering on Camilla’s neck and earlobes before darkening further.

I would never allow any unforeseen circumstances to arise.

"Right, no ’if’s."

Camilla understood his concern and soothed him with a gentle kiss.

Sinclair cupped the back of her head, pressing her lips harder against his, deepening the kiss.

When they finally parted, Camilla checked the time, knowing they couldn’t delay any longer.

She straightened his suit collar for him.

"Sweetheart, you take care too."

"Mm."

Sinclair kissed her cheek, his voice low and restrained.

"Be good."

"I will."

Camilla nodded obediently.

Without anyone noticing, Sinclair slipped away from the Luther Manor in secret.

Meanwhile, Camilla waited for Antonio’s call, lost in thought.

At last, the phone beside her rang.

"Buzz—" "Buzz—"

Camilla stared at the unfamiliar international number flashing across her phone screen, a glimmer of understanding flickering in her eyes.

She waited a few deliberate seconds before swiping to answer.

"Antonio Mega?"

The moment the call connected, Luke received the alert and immediately mobilized his team to trace the signal.

"It’s me."

A low, amused chuckle drifted through the receiver.

"Camilla, using my full name like that—so formal."

Camilla’s expression remained indifferent.

"We were never that close to begin with."

"Not close?"

Antonio’s lips curled into a faint, mocking smile as he rolled those words over his tongue.

"I’ve known you far longer than Sinclair Luther ever has.

How can you say we’re not close?"

"If mere acquaintance counts as familiarity, then I must have more ’friends’ than I can count," Camilla’s voice was icy, laced with unmistakable mockery and disdain.

She knew all too well that even if she forced herself to speak politely to Antonio, he wouldn’t release Fany until he got what he wanted.

So why bother pretending?

The line fell silent for a moment.

On the other end, Antonio’s handsome features darkened, his fingers gripping the phone so tightly they turned white.

Only after a long pause did his composure return.

"Camilla," he said, his voice was low and measured, "given the circumstances, there’s no need to provoke me."

"I’m just stating facts," Camilla replied, her expression indifferent.

"Antonio, what will it take for you to let Fany go?"

Leaning back on the sofa, Antonio crossed his long legs and pinched the bridge of his nose, his voice rough yet deliberate.

"I’ll have someone send you an address.

Be there within an hour.

Then, you’ll be told what to do next."

His eyes narrowed slightly, his tone slow and deceptively gentle—yet threaded with unmistakable menace.

"Camilla, come alone and don’t make me angry.

Otherwise, I can’t guarantee what might happen to Tiffany."

Camilla’s hands clenched into tight fists at her sides.

Without a word, she abruptly ended the call.

Antonio listened to the dial tone, unfazed.

Antonio tossed the phone to his assistant and ordered calmly, "Send the address to Camilla And wipe all traces from this card."

"Yes, sir."

The assistant took the phone and left, meticulously erasing every trace of the call.

Antonio rose and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out thoughtfully.

Reliable news had just arrived from San Francisco —

The Luther Family had fallen into turmoil.

Sinclair was in trouble, and Luther Corporation had now been handed over to Camilla.

In other words, controlling Camilla meant controlling the Luther Corporation.

A calculating gleam flickered in Antonio’s eyes as he considered the implications.

With the Luther Corporation’s backing, he could finally move against Stephen without restraint.

And reunite the fractured Mega family under his rule.

The Luther Family Estate.

"Madam," Luke strode in briskly. Camilla looked up at him.

"Well?"

"The other party was indeed cautious—they erased all call traces and signals immediately.

Fortunately, we followed your instructions and prepared in advance.

We managed to track down an approximate location," Luke replied in a low, steady voice, fully aware of what Camilla was asking.

"We’ve already sent the information to President Luther."

Camilla nodded but remained silent.

Just then, the phone still clutched in her hand vibrated twice.

A message had arrived. Camilla frowned as she read the address on the screen.

Luke understood instantly.

"Madam, was the address sent?"

"Mhm."

Camilla nodded and handed her phone to Luke.

Luke’s eyes widened in surprise as he read the address on the screen.

"Right next to San Francisco University?"

Luke never expected that this man named Antonio would choose a location so close to the bustling heart of the city, right beside the prestigious university, for Madam to visit.

"Madam, I’ll take some men and set up an ambush ahead of time."

"No need," Camilla shook her head, her expression icy.

"If Antonio arranged it this way, he’s already prepared for every contingency.

Any move on our part might just tip him off."

"But you—" Luke’s face was etched with concern.

"Don’t worry, I won’t be in danger.

Taking my life isn’t his real goal," Camilla rose from her seat.

"Did you prepare what I asked for earlier?"

"It’s ready."

Luke gave a solemn nod and carefully retrieved something from his pocket, presenting it to her with both hands.

"Alright," Camilla took the items, a glint of coldness flashing in her eyes.

"I’ll go upstairs to grab a few things.

Get ready—I’ll make a stop at the old house on the way."

Of everyone affected by Jonathan’s actions, Grandpa Luther had suffered the most.

She wouldn’t rest easy without checking on him.

Besides, with both her and Sinclair away, they’d need the old house to keep an eye on things.

Now, of all times?

Luke was puzzled but didn’t question it.

"Understood.

I’ll prepare the car right away."

A few minutes later, Camilla descended the stairs.

She wore a sleek black casual outfit, her long hair pulled into a high, tight bun at the back of her head.

Uncharacteristically, she’d even pinned it with a hair clip.

The overall effect was crisp and efficient—like a fresh college graduate stepping into the world.

That is, if one could ignore the chilling aura radiating from her.

The Luther Family ancestral home.

"Mrs. Camilla" Uncle Carlos followed Camilla out after she finished taking Grandpa’s pulse, his face etched with worry.

"How is Grandpa’s condition?"

"Grandfather is deeply troubled by Jonathan’s actions—it’s weighing on his heart," Camilla replied, her brows furrowed and her expression icy.

"In this state, he’s highly susceptible to illness.

His body has only just begun to recover, and he can’t endure any more strain."

Just as he had suspected.

Uncle Carlos thought of the despicable Jonathan, his anger simmering, yet there was little he could do.

"Then... what should we do now?"

"I’ll prepare some herbal prescriptions to help ease his distress.

You must ensure he takes them on time," Camilla said, her eyes narrowing slightly, her voice calm and steady.

"If his condition worsens, the consequences could be dire."

At these words, Uncle Carlos’s expression darkened further.

Calvin gave a solemn nod.

"Rest assured, madam.

I’ll see to it."

"Also, Iris was asked by Taylor to assist with something and hasn’t left the capital yet," Camilla spoke in a calm, measured tone as she issued instructions.

"Send someone to pick up Carrie Ann and bring her here to keep Grandpa company.