Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire
Chapter 408: blaming Stephen Mega for Antonio’s death

Chapter 408: blaming Stephen Mega for Antonio’s death

Tap, tap, tap.

The butler hurried into the hospital room.

After a quick glance at the unconscious grandma Mega and the dazed Mrs. Mega, his gaze settled on Mr. Mega.

"Sir, the reporters swarming the entrance are growing by the minute.

Our security team is struggling to hold them back. What should we—?"

This wasn’t like previous incidents.

Without explicit instructions, he didn’t dare act recklessly.

Mr. Mega’s bloodshot eyes narrowed, his face contorted with fury.

"Tell them to get lost.

If they don’t clear out, I’ll have their media outlets shut down for good."

"But, sir—"

The butler hesitated, rooted in place.

Following such orders would only escalate the situation.

After all, in Luville, the Mega family wasn’t the only powerhouse.

When the butler didn’t move, Mr. Mega turned sharply, his stern brows knitting into a deep frown.

"What?

Did I stutter?

Get moving!"

Left with no choice, the butler exhaled a long, silent sigh.

"...Yes." Just as he was about to leave, the frail voice of Grandma Mega cut through the silence.

"Stop."

The butler startled, as if grasping a lifeline, and immediately turned toward her.

"Madam—"

Mr. Mega, too, hastily stubbed out his half-smoked cigarette and hurried to her side.

"Mother, you’re finally awake.

I’ll call the doctor right away to examine you—

"No need."

Grandma Mega cut him off, her weak voice laced with icy sharpness.

"With a useless son like you, I can’t afford to die just yet."

Clearly, she had overheard the conversation between Mr. Mega and the butler.

The merciless words made Mr. Mega’s temple twitch violently, his breath hitching for a moment.

Mr. Mega opened his mouth, but considering his mother’s condition and the Mega family’s current predicament, he swallowed whatever retort he had.

"What did the forensics say?

Have they found Antonio..." Her voice faltered, and for a moment, she seemed to age even further.

"Antonio’s body?"

Mrs. Mega, who had been in a daze, immediately snapped attention to these words.

Unless they found Antonio’s body, she would never believe her son was truly dead.

The butler shook his head and explained, "Many of the remains are incomplete.

The identification process is extensive, and we still have no updates."

"Since there’s no confirmation, don’t go spreading word that Antonio is dead," grandma Mega narrowed her eyes, her voice slow and deliberate.

"We don’t want anyone taking advantage of the chaos."

She paused, then added coldly, "Make sure the rumors point toward that bastard Stephen."

"Understood."

The butler grasped her meaning and nodded before exiting.

A vein throbbed at Mr. Mega’s temple, his jaw clenched in fury.

"Are you suggesting Stephen had something to do with Antonio’s accident?"

Mrs. Mega, still pale and shaken, seemed to awaken from her stupor, lifting her head to listen.

"Just a suspicion," grandma Mega replied, her gaze sharp and venomous, so piercing it was almost unbearable to meet.

"After all, that bastard has hated us to the core ever since what happened back then.

Stephen’s capable of anything."

Her eyes narrowed into slits.

"Send someone immediately to investigate his recent movements and associates.

Remember, spare no expense—I want every detail uncovered."

Of course, whether or not this matter had anything to do with that wretched Stephen, she couldn’t afford to let him slip away.

Otherwise, the Mega family assets in her grasp would inevitably fall into his hands sooner or later.

Grandma Mega gave a grim nod.

"Also, look into a woman named Camilla," the Mega matriarch added, her brow furrowing.

"If I’m not mistaken, Antonio left the company that day because of her."

If she had perished in the explosion, so be it.

But if she hadn’t... Grandma Mega’s gaze darkened, a chilling glint flashing in her eyes.

Mrs. Mega’s nails dug deep into her palms, leaving crescent-shaped marks. ——

Following the Mega family’s public statement, UNIQUE Group found itself besieged by a swarm of reporters, their cameras and microphones poised like weapons.

"Mr. Mega," The man who entered had salt-and-pepper hair and a solemn expression.

"The Mega family is trying to pin Antonio’s death on you. Should we hold a press conference immediately to—"

"No need," Stephen interrupted, his voice cool.

Stephen didn’t turn around, his pale, thin lips curling into an inscrutable smile as he gazed through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the swarm of reporters waiting below.

"That old woman won’t be causing trouble for much longer. Let her have her moment."

"Has Mr. Luther responded yet?"

"Not yet," the man replied, his brow furrowed in frustration.

"Mr. Mega, that man is acting far too arrogant."

"Sinclair has every right to be," Stephen said calmly, his expression unreadable.

"Keep waiting."

The afternoon sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting golden streaks across the room.

On the spacious, plush bed, two figures lay entwined in peaceful slumber.

Their equally exquisite features made for a breathtaking sight.

Before long, Camilla’s lashes fluttered faintly, and her drowsy eyes slowly opened.

Squinting against the floating beams of light, it took her a moment to fully wake.

Just as she stirred, a long, slender arm wrapped around her waist from behind, pulling her close.

"Sweetheart," The man’s voice was low and rough, his breath warm against her skin as he pressed a tender kiss to the nape of her neck.

"Rest a little longer."

Hearing Sinclair’s voice, Camilla relaxed back into the sheets.

"Okay."

The moment she spoke, she froze.

Her own voice was even hoarser than his—almost unrecognizable.

Once Camilla drifted back to sleep, Sinclair brushed his lips against her forehead before slipping out of bed with deliberate quiet.

The warmth in his eyes vanished the instant the door clicked shut, replaced by the familiar, icy detachment that always lingered beneath the surface.

Ramsey was working in the living room when he saw his boss descending the stairs.

Ramsey immediately exhaled in relief and rose to greet him.

"President Luther—"

Sinclair lifted his dark, inscrutable eyes slightly.

Understanding the unspoken cue, Ramsey lowered his voice and reported, "As per your instructions, we’ve leveraged public opinion to push the Mega family into the eye of the storm.

They haven’t acknowledged Antonio’s death and are openly blaming Stephen for this so-called ’accident.’

It seems they’re ready to burn all bridges with him."

Ramsey continued, detailing the current climate within the Mega family and the broader business circles of Luwei City.

"The Mega family and Mega Corporation are both in turmoil.

Many investors who were about to finalize contracts have paused to wait and see, while others have outright withdrawn and turned to UNIQUE Group.

UNIQUE, however, hasn’t responded."

Of course, this was expected.

While outsiders remained unaware of who was orchestrating the Mega family’s downfall, Stephen knew all too well.

If he had any sense of self-preservation, he wouldn’t dare accept business that came at Mega Corporation’s expense—not if it meant crossing the Luther Family.

"Hmm."

Sinclair’s striking features remained impassive, betraying no surprise at the situation.

Sinclair had anticipated this outcome.

"Call Stephen back."

"Yes."