Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire
Chapter 174: Antonio Mega wants to confess about his feelings for Camilla

Chapter 174: Antonio Mega wants to confess about his feelings for Camilla

"Camilla"

Antonio forced a strained smile as he looked at the wineglass Camilla had raised toward him.

"I know you’re just joking."

The moment he returned to the country, he immediately sent people to investigate.

No one had heard even a whisper about her being married.

Besides, whether it was their first meeting or now, he had never seen her wear a wedding ring.

So, this had to be a joke.

Antonio reassured himself inwardly.

Except—for him, this was no laughing matter.

"Joking?"

Camilla’s crimson lips curved slightly as she let out a light, mocking laugh.

"Senior, no one jokes about something like this."

She brought the wineglass to her lips and took a delicate sip.

"My marriage is blissful, my life is happy—you should hurry up and find someone too."

Antonio’s mind was instantly thrown into turmoil as he stared fixedly at Camilla.

The gentle, refined smile on his face faltered and disappeared.

When he realized she wasn’t joking, a desolate shadow crept into his dark eyes.

Years ago, family circumstances had forced him to leave abruptly, cutting all ties here.

All this time, he’d been striving relentlessly—just to return to America sooner, to see her again.

And now... she was already married to someone else?

A bitter taste rose in Antonio’s throat as he grabbed his wine glass and drained it in one gulp.

A closer look would reveal the veins standing out on his hand gripping the glass, betraying the emotions he was desperately suppressing.

How... could he have been just one step too late?

Camilla averted her gaze from Antonio’s near-undignified state, her expression remaining unchanged though an unmistakable chill of detachment settled around her.

It seemed Fanny had been right after all.

Unfortunately, she’d always been naturally obtuse when it came to matters of the heart.

In her past life, it had taken Sinclair sacrificing his own life to finally make her understand.

At this thought, a flicker of remorse passed through Camilla’s downcast eyes.

Both being the center of attention, many guests kept stealing glances in their direction throughout the exchange.

"Mr. Mega doesn’t look too well," someone murmured in the crowd.

"Could it be... he got rejected?"

"Impossible," a male voice chimed in.

"What woman in her right mind would turn down someone like Mr. Mega?

Even Camilla wouldn’t be that foolish." "I wouldn’t be so sure," another countered. "

Camilla has always had impossibly high standards.

She’s never given any guy at school a second glance."

"High standards?

That depends on who’s asking!" a third voice sneered.

"Why else would she brush off all of you while sitting there chatting with Mr. Mega for hours?"

Beyond the mingling guests, even the waiters preparing drinks in the corner kept stealing glances at Antonio and Camilla’s direction.

But in the bustling venue, no one noticed their unusual behavior.

Meanwhile, at Porter Corporation headquarters.

"Well, well," Sandra’s crimson lips curled into a triumphant smirk as she examined the hotel surveillance photos.

Her manicured nail tapped against the image of a laughing Camilla.

"I knew that little slut couldn’t be trusted. Getting all cozy with another man—this will definitely upset Sinclair."

The thought of Sinclair’s inevitable outburst toward Camilla deepened her smile.

*You made my life difficult, Camilla. Now it’s my turn to return the favor.*

"Have these photos sent anonymously to Sinclair’s email," Sandra ordered coldly, her sharp gaze fixed on the man before her.

"Make sure the user account be purchased from the dark market.

I don’t want any traces leading back to us."

"But Miss Sandra," the man hesitated, his expression uneasy.

"Grandpa has made it clear—you should focus on handling the company’s affairs and avoid provoking the Luther Family again."

He suppressed a sigh.

She’d only just settled down for a few days—why was she stirring up trouble again?

"But—"

The bespectacled middle-aged man remained rooted in place, his face etched with unease.

"Grandpa specifically instructed that you focus solely on handling the company’s affairs during this period and avoid provoking the Luther Family again."

This reckless madam hadn’t even fully recovered from her injuries.

After just a few days of peace, she was already stirring up trouble?

"Who the hell do you think you are, daring to use Grandfather against me?!"

Sandra snatched the keyboard in front of her and hurled it violently at the man’s chest, her expression icy with fury.

"Besides, don’t forget who’s calling the shots in the Porter family now."

Her narrowed eyes gleamed with ruthless authority.

"One more word out of line, and you can pack your things and get out.

There’s no shortage of people lining up to serve me."

"My apologies, Miss Sandra, " the man muttered, bowing his head in resignation. Knowing further persuasion was futile, he swallowed his words.

"I’ll see to it immediately."

With that, he retreated hastily from the room.

*Useless, untrained mutt!*

Sandra watched his retreating figure, her face first contorting into an expression of icy superiority before twisting into a mocking sneer.

The taste of power was indeed intoxicating—no wonder Mr. Porter refused to let go.

But what could he do even if he resisted?

Wasn’t he still confined to his own home?

Anyone who dared oppose her would meet a miserable end.

As for that wretched Camilla, trampling her back into the dirt was only a matter of time.

Just then, a knock sounded at the door.

A flicker of irritation flashed in Sandra’s eyes.

"Come in."

A tall, slender figure entered slowly.

Upon closer inspection, one could notice a slight limp in one of his legs.

Sandra didn’t bother hiding her disdain.

"Why are you here again?" Meanwhile... Inside a private room at the International Hotel.

"Could you tell me,"

Antonio stared at Camilla for a long moment, his deep voice tinged with bitterness,

"What does that man do for a living?"

Marriage could always end in divorce, after all.

At the end of the day, he couldn’t bear to see years of waiting come to nothing. What does he do? The smile on Camilla’s lips faltered slightly, her delicate face betraying a hint of hesitation.

A tycoon?

A CEO?

Though it was the truth, saying it out loud might come across as bragging.

Not wanting to waste her breath explaining, she lowered her lashes and curved her lips.

"Just an ordinary office worker."

Meanwhile, the so-called "ordinary office worker," Sinclair, stepped into the elevator with an icy expression.

The hotel’s top executives stood by nervously, their faces etched with caution.

Just as expected. In that case, he no longer needed to hold back.

Antonio felt a subtle relief in his heart, the darkness in his eyes receding slightly.

After all, he was far more accomplished than some ordinary office worker.

If Camilla knew how he truly felt, she might even leave that man willingly and come to him.

That would certainly save a lot of trouble. With that thought, Antonio raised his hand to summon a waiter.

"Camilla, there’s something I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time," he said, picking up two glasses of wine from the tray and handing one to Camilla.

His dark eyes were unfathomable.

"Back in college, I’ve always liked it—"

"Sorry, senior,"

Camilla suddenly stood up, her lips curving into a smile, though her eyes had noticeably cooled.

"I need to use the restroom."

Her smile was sweet and warm, yet when she deliberately kept her distance, she exuded an icy elegance that made her seem untouchable.

That was exactly how Antonio felt—his expression gradually stiffened.

But Camilla had already turned and walked away, weaving through the hall without a backward glance.

She knew exactly what Antonio was about to say, and that was precisely why she had to leave.

There were some words she didn’t want to hear—words that served no purpose.

Saying them would only make things awkward for both of them.