Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire
Chapter 153: King of all poison

Chapter 153: King of all poison

"According to my investigation, Michael had contact with quite a few mysterious figures during his years in Country E before suddenly disappearing for a period," Taylor shared the intel he had gathered with Calvin.

"He only resurfaced right before returning to the country."

Taking a sip of tea, his voice grew heavier. "We know his methods and temperament all too well.

That’s why I suspect his return might have ulterior motives.

It’s best to dig deeper, but with the Taylor family’s current situation being unclear, I had no choice but to ask for your help."

"Understood."

Calvin’s expression remained unchanged, but the shadow in his eyes betrayed his true unease.

"Don’t worry.

If there’s something off about him, I’ll uncover it."

Taylor was an extremely cautious man.

If he was voicing concerns like this, it meant Michael was highly likely to be involved in something dubious.

He would have to send someone to Country E to thoroughly investigate Michael’s activities over the years.

Hopefully, nothing major would turn up. Otherwise— Calvin leaned back in his chair, his eyes dark and fathomless like swirling whirlpools.

Luther Family Manor.

"Well?"

Camilla looked at Luke, her cool voice tinged with a faint glimmer of hope.

"Any news?"

"Those regions skilled in bound link poison are even more isolated and xenophobic than we imagined.

Without a local guide, our people couldn’t even get near the outskirts of their villages—money didn’t help either," Luke shook his head, his expression grim as he relayed the harsh reality.

"A few of our men tried sneaking into the central village under cover of darkness, but they vanished without a trace. No bodies, no signs of life."

The situation was worse than she had anticipated.

On their own, this path was nearly impossible.

Camilla pressed her lips together.

Asking Taylor for help had been the right call.

"Tell the remaining men not to act recklessly.

Follow their rules—safety comes first."

After a long silence, Camilla handed Luke a photograph.

"Also, send them this photo and have them ask around to see if anyone recognizes this particular pattern."

She had already done her research.

The intricate patterns on Mileage garments each held unique significance, varying from village to village.

If they could locate a village with matching designs, they might just find her family.

It was still like searching for a needle in a haystack, but at least it was a glimmer of hope.

"Understood," Luke nodded, then moved on to another matter.

"Madam, Arlo is asking to see you."

He had been howling nonstop for a full day and night, clearly terrified out of his wits by both his injuries and the snake chamber. Arlo.

Camilla’s beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, a cold glint flickering in their depths. "About time.

Let’s go."

In the basement.

The stench-ridden, half-dead Arlo was dragged forward and dumped unceremoniously at Camilla’s feet.

"Camilla... my dear lady... my dearest, most revered lady—"

This time, he had learned his lesson.

The moment he saw the time, he immediately broke down in tears and got straight to the point.

"I’ll talk, I’ll tell you everything."

"Had you been this cooperative earlier, you wouldn’t have had to suffer so much," Camilla sneered before glancing at Luke.

Luke immediately understood her silent command and stepped forward to stand before Arlo.

Trembling uncontrollably, Arlo spilled every detail—how that person had approached him and all the information he knew—without holding anything back.

The excruciating pain in his body and the sight of that half-human, half-ghost woman in the snake room had shattered any remaining defiance in him.

"Madam, what should we do with him?"

"A scumbag like him deserves to be crushed into dust," Camilla said coldly, her gaze fixed on Arlo’s ashen face.

"But I promised Fanny I’d spare your life, and I won’t go back on my word."

She turned and walked away, her voice devoid of any warmth.

"Find a mental institution and dump him there."

Meanwhile.

Luther Corporation.

Sinclair stared at the message from Taylor, his dark eyes glinting with a bone-chilling frost.

"A message from the Mileage poison masters," Taylor’s text read perfectly, relaying the information he had uncovered.

"The golden silkworm you described is highly likely to be the legendary ’Golden poison’ revered as the King of All Poisons."

He continued, his words measured, "The master also mentioned that this Golden poison is considered a forbidden subject in Mileage culture.

Over the phone, he couldn’t elaborate further. If you want more details, you’ll probably need to meet him in person."

Taylor knew all too well.

These surface-level details were something the Luther Family could dig up on their own, even if he remained silent.

The only advantage of coming to him was speed—nothing more.

Sinclair reread the message, his dark, narrow eyes lingering on the words before he leaned back in his chair and slowly closed them.

His long, pale fingers tapped idly against the desk, the rhythm sporadic, almost absentminded.

King of All Poisons.

Golden poison.

Forbidden.

His lips curved faintly as he silently repeated the phrases, savoring each word like a bitter truth.

It seemed this little creature’s identity was far more complicated than he had imagined.

And yet— Sinclair slowly opened his eyes, his strikingly handsome face radiating an icy chill from those inky black pupils.

The Golden Silkworm poison had appeared—so why had it triggered such an unsettling reaction within him?

Even fear, something he rarely experienced, had flickered through his veins.

His fingers, which had been absently tapping the desk, suddenly stilled as he meticulously recalled every detail—Carrie Ann’s expression, her movements.

When he lifted his gaze again, his eyes had darkened into something unfathomable.

With long, measured strides, Sinclair walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it.

The ember glowed faintly in the dim light.

Pale gray smoke curled from his thin lips as his obsidian eyes coldly surveyed the bustling city below, his expression detached and indifferent.

Though it sprawled right beneath his feet, it might as well have been another world—one that held no connection to him.

This was the scene Ramsey walked in on, and he immediately fell silent.

After three seconds of deliberation, he softened his footsteps and turned to leave.

Then the man’s voice cut through the air from behind him, frigid and devoid of warmth.

"Thinking of forfeiting your paycheck?"

Ramsey’s body—and his heart—stuttered for a beat before he schooled his expression and approached as if nothing had happened.

"President Luther, grandpa Porter has officially announced that Sandra will begin handling Porter Corporation’s affairs."

Sinclair exhaled a slow stream of smoke, the corners of his lips lifting in a smile that held no trace of warmth.

"Pass down the order—the plan is now in motion."

The Porter family, that old wolf, had long overstayed its welcome in the jungle of the capital.

The only reason they hadn’t been dealt with sooner was out of respect for the old man.

Now, it was time for them to disappear.

"Yes, sir."

Just as Ramsey turned to leave, Sinclair’s voice, unreadable as ever, cut through the silence again.

"Arrange a meeting with Micheal tomorrow."

He needed to see for himself whether things were truly as he suspected.

Meet Micheal?!

Ramsey froze mid-step. It felt as if every drop of blood in his body had turned to ice in that instant.

"...Y-yes, sir."

By the time he left the office, his legs felt unsteady beneath him, his back drenched in cold sweat.

Why would the CEO suddenly want to see Micheal again?

Has he discovered something?!

Ramsey pulled out his phone, ready to inform Camilla about the news, but hesitated just as he was about to make the call.

This matter was too important—it would be safer to tell Madam in person.

At that moment, Ramsey had no idea.

He had just made the most crucial decision without even realizing it.

Inside the office.

Sinclair leisurely crushed the cigarette butt in his hand and took out his phone to dial a number.

His voice was calm, but his eyes darkened with intensity.

"From this moment on, monitor all outgoing calls and messages from Ramsey’s phone."