Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire
Chapter 393: Antonio and Camilla finally meet

Chapter 393: Antonio and Camilla finally meet

Inside the office, Antonio gazed at the slightly worn pen resting on the desk, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

His usually gentle and handsome face seemed shadowed by something unreadable.

Fate, it seemed, was still on his side.

What was meant to be his would, in the end, remain his.

Finishing his cigarette, he picked up his coat and strode out.

Time ticked by, minute by minute, until at last, Camilla’s plane touched down.

"Mrs. Luther, this way, please."

The middle-aged man didn’t reach out to pull Camilla this time, merely watching her with a somber expression.

His demeanor was noticeably more courteous than before.

Camilla’s eyes remained icy as she stepped off the plane without protest.

Several men flanking her followed suit, trailing closely behind.

A sleek silver Maybach waited outside.

An assistant strode forward, bowing slightly to Camilla with deference.

"Miss Camila—"

Recognizing him as one of Antonio’s subordinates, Camilla’s gaze turned frosty.

"Where’s Tiffany?"

Her voice was soft but chilling, devoid of any warmth.

At the mention of Tiffany, a flicker of something unreadable flashed in the assistant’s eyes, though his expression remained neutral.

"Miss Tiffany and Mr. Antonio are expecting you.

I’ll take you to them now."

Antonio’s assistant moved swiftly to open the rear door for her.

"Miss Camila, please."

Camilla cast a meaningful glance at the assistant before stepping into the car.

Her cool, composed eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, watching as the men who had escorted her climbed into the vehicles behind them.

Only then did the tension in her gaze ease slightly.

Meanwhile, in the capital of San

Francisco... "

Hurry, the signal’s back!"

Luke’s voice was low and urgent as he stared at the computer screen.

"Trace it immediately."

"Yes, sir!"

Behind him, a team of technicians sprang into action.

At the same time, Ramsey received the same update.

"Mr. Luther, your wife has arrived."

Sinclair’s dark, inscrutable eyes remained fixed on the screen before him, his strikingly handsome face betraying no surprise.

"I already know."

*But she just got here—how could you know?

* *Telepathy?*

Ramsey stared at his boss with undisguised skepticism.

Of course, he wasn’t foolish enough to voice his thoughts aloud.

Sinclair lifted his gaze, his piercing eyes locking onto Ramsey.

"Are the arrangements in place?"

"Yes," Ramsey’s expression instantly turned solemn.

"Rest assured, everything has been handled exactly as you instructed."

When it came to matters concerning Madam, he wouldn’t dare take the slightest risk.

"Hmm."

Sinclair’s eyes were distant, their depths icy and unfathomable.

"Any updates from Calvin?"

"With Mr. Vincent’s assistance, President Calvin and our team have significantly sped up the search.

Only three locations remain unchecked," Ramsey replied, his voice low and steady.

"President Calvin has already dispatched teams to investigate simultaneously.

Barring any unforeseen complications, Miss Tiffany should be rescued soon."

Sinclair exhaled a slow stream of smoke, his chiseled features hardening like frost.

"Tell Calvin to speed things up—time is running out for him."

As long as Tiffany remains in Antonio’s hands, Camilla and their subsequent plans will remain shackled.

Calvin would never allow such a situation to persist.

"Understood."

Ramsey nodded in comprehension before stepping out of the room.

Sinclair stubbed out his cigarette, his dark, piercing gaze refocusing on the electronic display before him.

The chilling intensity in his eyes was so sharp it seemed to freeze the very air around him. ——

Meanwhile.

A sleek silver Maybach came to a stop within the grand, vintage-styled walls of an opulent castle.

The assistant exited first, promptly opening the car door for Camilla.

"Miss Camilla, we’ve arrived."

Stepping out, Camilla lifted her striking eyes, scanning the perimeter.

Her delicate brows furrowed almost imperceptibly at the sight of bodyguards stationed at every corner.

Even now, she couldn’t fully let her guard down—proof of just how meticulous and distrustful Antonio truly was.

"Miss Camilla, this way please."

Guided by the assistant, Camilla stepped into the castle.

The path leading to the main hall was lined with pristine white roses on both sides.

Their delicate hue softened the imposing fortress, lending it an unexpected brightness.

The assistant spoke up deliberately, eager to

credit his employer.

"The climate here in Country E isn’t suited for these roses.

Mr. Antonio went through great lengths—hiring top horticulturists and investing considerable effort—just to make them bloom."

Beautiful as they were, flowers meant nothing if the one who planted them held no significance.

Camilla spared them only a fleeting glance before looking away, her exquisite face betraying no emotion.

To her, these blossoms couldn’t hold a candle to even a fraction of San Francisco’s beauty.

Inside the dining room, Antonio stood waiting.

Dressed in tailored black trousers and a crisp white shirt, he cut a figure of effortless elegance—warm, refined, and composed.

But Camilla knew better.

Beneath that gentlemanly facade lurked something far darker.

"Camilla," he said, lifting his gaze to meet hers, his handsome face breaking into that familiar, practiced smile.

"You’re finally here."

Camilla’s expression was icy as her clear eyes scanned the surroundings.

Not spotting the familiar figure of her best friend, her brows immediately furrowed.

"Antonio, where’s Fanny?"

"Fanny is perfectly fine," Antonio’s smile remained unchanged as he rose from his seat.

"It’s just that you’ve traveled all the way from San Francisco—you must be exhausted.

You should eat something first."

Antonio walked around the dining table and pulled out a chair for Camilla.

"After the meal, I’ll take you to see her."

"My condition for coming to country E was Fanny," Camilla’s frosty gaze locked onto Antonio as she spoke in a low, firm voice.

"Until I see Fanny, I won’t cooperate with you on anything else."

The smile on Antonio’s lips faded slightly, but in the next moment, it returned as if nothing had happened.

"Very well," Antonio turned to his assistant.

"Go ahead.

Let Camilla see Miss Tiffany."

"Yes," The assistant glanced at Camilla before quickly stepping aside to operate the equipment.

Soon, the projection wall opposite Camilla displayed a live surveillance feed—showing the very room where Tiffany was being held.

Camilla’s eyes instantly sharpened, her icy gaze locking onto Antonio.

"You installed surveillance in Fanny’s room?"

Her voice was low, laced with unmistakable fury.

"Don’t worry," Antonio’s attention lingered on the screen for only a moment before he turned back to Camilla, the corners of his lips curling into a faint smile.

His tone remained gentle, almost soothing.

"This was only set up after you boarded the plane.

It wasn’t there before."

Antonio was telling the truth.

To him, Tiffany was nothing more than a pawn—a means to ensure Camilla’s compliance.

As long as she didn’t try to escape or take her own life—depriving him of his leverage—he couldn’t care less about what she did.

It was installed after she boarded the plane?

So from the very beginning, Antonio had never intended to let her see Fanny?

This man was even more despicable than she’d imagined.

Camilla didn’t say whether she believed him or not. Her gaze shifted back to the surveillance footage.

Inside the room, Tiffany sat curled up on the bed, hugging her knees as she stared blankly out the window.

Her eyes were hollow, devoid of any emotion.

Her once fair, rosy complexion—full of youthful vitality—now looked haggard and pale.

Her lovely figure had noticeably thinned.

Camilla’s heart ached at the sight. Her hands, hanging at her sides, slowly clenched into fists.

*Fanny, I swear I’ll make Antonio pay for everything you’ve suffered!*

Just then, two women appeared in the surveillance footage.

"Miss Tiffany, it’s time for your medicine."

Tiffany didn’t react.

She didn’t even turn her head, as if she hadn’t heard them at all.

*Medicine?*

*Is Fanny hurt?*

Camilla’s pupils constricted sharply.

The taller, thinner servant frowned and raised her voice.

"Miss Tiffany?"

"Stop calling.

She hasn’t said a word for days.

You could scream yourself hoarse and she still wouldn’t acknowledge us," said a round-faced, slightly plump woman, her voice icy as she glared at Tiffany.

"Let’s just force-feed her like we did with the others.

Otherwise, if anything happens, the master will surely hold us accountable again."

"You’re right," nodded the other woman, tall and gaunt.

The two women advanced toward Tiffany...

The assistant was horrified by what he saw

on the surveillance feed and immediately shut off the projection, his face etched with unease.

Antonio had no idea the household staff were treating Miss Tiffany this way.

And of all times, Miss Camilla had to witness it. Antonio’s brows furrowed as well.

Pressing his lips together, he opened his mouth to explain.

"Camilla, I didn’t—"

*Slap!*