Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire
Chapter 156: An enemy to my enemy is my friend

Chapter 156: An enemy to my enemy is my friend

The next afternoon.

Sinclair only left after lunch as Camilla’s insistence.

"What’s this?"

His dark, inscrutable eyes narrowed slightly as he took in Ramsey’s pronounced dark circles.

"Didn’t sleep well last night?"

"No, no," Ramsey immediately straightened up, shaking his head with a forced chuckle.

"Shall we head to the office first, or...?"

Truth was, he hadn’t just slept poorly—he hadn’t slept a wink.

Leaning back against the seat, Sinclair slowly closed his eyes.

"To the outskirts."

It wasn’t Camilla or Ramsey he doubted, but Micheal.

Whatever had happened, he refused to let those around him shoulder the burden for him.

"...Understood," Ramsey had no choice but to start the car and head toward the outskirts of the city, his eyes brimming with anxiety.

Whether intentional or not, President Luther hadn’t given him a single opportunity to speak with Madam alone since yesterday.

If Micheal were to threaten President Luther with the truth about the Life bound poison, the shock alone could trigger another episode.

Between himself and the mercenaries stationed there, they likely wouldn’t be enough to stop him.

What should he do?!

Ramsey instinctively eased his foot off the accelerator, his mind racing for a solution.

But every plan he came up with would crumble the moment it faced President Luther.

His thoughts were a tangled mess.

Dad, tell me what to do!

Meanwhile, back at the old family estate, Uncle Carlos suddenly sneezed several times in quick succession, his brow furrowing.

Was he catching a cold—or was someone talking about him?

Luther Family Mansion.

Inside the specially designed medicinal chamber.

"So you’re saying—" Camilla paused her medicine-mixing and raised her beautiful eyes to look at Luke.

"Did Jonathan and Margaret argue over Tamara last night?"

Luke nodded, then recounted everything that had happened at the Luther Family villa in meticulous detail.

"Just one meeting, and she made Jonathan forget Margaret’s birthday," Camilla murmured, the corners of her lips curling slightly.

"It seems Tamara’s methods exceed my expectations."

She turned back to the array of potions before her, her fingers deftly resuming their work.

"In that case, there’s no need to waste time.

Arrange for her to meet me this afternoon at the café near Luther Corporation."

The enemy of my enemy is my friend—an age-old truth that never changed.

"Understood," Luke acknowledged with a nod.

"Margaret has already made her move. Should we intervene?"

"No."

Camilla continued her movements without pause.

"To make Tamara obedient, she first needs to understand just how terrifying Margaret is.

Unless it’s a matter of life and death, don’t intervene."

Luke grasped the underlying meaning of her words and nodded.

"Understood."

"What about the Porter family?"

Camilla asked coolly.

"Grandpa Porter has publicly announced that Sandra will now handle internal business affairs within the group," Luke replied in a low voice, relaying the information he had gathered.

"Mr. Porter has been placed under house arrest, but his people are still active.

It won’t be easy for Sandra to take control of Porter Corporation."

Camilla’s beautiful eyes remained composed, the situation clearly aligning with her expectations.

"Give Sandra a push," she said, her voice icy and devoid of warmth.

"We need to escalate the conflict between her and her father to its peak."

Then, she added chilling precision,

"And when the time is right, we’ll play our final card."

The higher they climb, the harder they fall.

Sandra must believe she has won everything—only to be brutally cast back into the mud, drowning in despair before she finally sinks for good.

"Understood, madam!"

Luke gave a solemn nod before withdrawing from the room.

Camilla turned her attention back to the vial in her hands, scrutinizing its contents.

This antidote had been specifically formulated to counteract the venomous toxin lurking deep within Micheal’s bloodstream—though its efficacy remained uncertain.

Within the next couple of days, she would need to make a trip to the outskirts of the city.

Only by administering the serum to Micheal could she truly gauge its potency.

Ah, Michael.

Camilla narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly.

She’d been preoccupied with other matters these past few days and had nearly forgotten about that despicable wretch.

As she swirled the vial of medicine in her hand, a frosty glint settled in her gaze.

No time like the present.

After meeting with Tamara, she ought to pay him a little "visit" in the outskirts of the city. Two hours later, at an exclusive high-end café in San Francisco.

"Excuse me, miss..."

A graceful middle-aged woman in a light brown dress eyed Camilla—who sat flipping through a magazine—with puzzlement.

"Were you the one who asked to meet me?"

Camilla wore an elegant white knitted dress, her cascading chestnut curls loosely tied back.

Her porcelain skin and cool, refined demeanor made even her profile breathtakingly striking.

Beautiful, yes—but she seemed far too young.

Not quite what you’d expect from a client’s project manager.

Hearing the voice, Camilla looked up.

Taking in Tamara’s inexplicably familiar gentle demeanor, a faint, intrigued smile immediately surfaced in her beautiful eyes.

The power of a first love truly shouldn’t be underestimated.

She wondered what expression Margaret would wear if she ever realized that, all these years, she might have been nothing more than a shadow of this woman in Jonathan’s eyes.

How delightful.

"That’s me.

Please, have a seat."

Despite mentally preparing herself, Tamara couldn’t help but feel a flicker of surprise when she actually saw Camilla’s breathtakingly ethereal face.

She nodded and sat across from Camilla, her lips curving into a polite, professional smile.

"Here’s our proposal from Yarun. Please take a look—" She paused mid-sentence, glancing at Camilla with a questioning tilt to her smile.

"Ah, how careless of me.

I don’t believe I’ve caught your name yet?"

Leaning back against the sofa, Camilla regarded Tamara with amused eyes before speaking slowly.

"Camilla."

Camilla?!

The moment that name was uttered, Tamara brows immediately furrowed, her gaze towards Camilla carrying a complex mix of emotions.

"Madam Luther?"

Though the Luther Family was vast, only the wife of the family head could be addressed as "Madam Luther."

The others were merely referred to as "Mrs. Luther."

This distinction alone spoke volumes about the elevated status of the Luther Family’s direct lineage.

"Yes," Camilla replied, noticing how Tamara instantly recognized her identity.

The corners of her lips curled into a deeper smile.

Seems she’s done her homework.