Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire
Chapter 179: Sir, there is a problem in all the hospital

Chapter 179: Sir, there is a problem in all the hospital

"Who’s this?"

Sinclair’s narrow, dark eyes swept indifferently over Antonio.

His handsome features showed no expression, yet an overwhelming aura of dominance radiated from him.

Both Dr. Alex and Dr. Robert felt a shiver run through them, though their thoughts diverged.

So he knew everything after all!

How could he possibly know everything?!

The others also turned their gazes toward Antonio, their expressions varying.

The banquet hall suddenly fell into a scary silence, the atmosphere growing palpably tense.

Some people merely by standing there could make others feel inadequate.

Sinclair was clearly the epitome of such a presence.

Though sharing the same space, he seemed to occupy a higher, more distant plane, looking down upon everyone else with an air of superiority.

Yes—superiority.

Antonio’s hand, tucked in his pocket, clenched tighter, his knuckles cracking one by one before slowly relaxing again.

Suppressing his true emotions, he stepped forward and extended his hand toward Sinclair, his voice warm and composed.

"Antonio Mega."

As the distance closed, the man’s aura of aloof dominance became even more palpable.

Sinclair’s dark eyes narrowed slightly, his lips curving into an inscrutable smirk.

"Pleasure."

His arm remained firmly wrapped around Camilla’s slender waist, unmoving.

Antonio’s outstretched hand hung awkwardly in midair.

His brows furrowed, the practiced warmth on his face threatening to crack.

A flicker of helplessness passed through Camilla’s beautiful eyes.

She knew all too well—speaking up for Antonio would only stoke Sinclair’s temper further.

Silence was the wiser choice. Dr. Alex’s lips twitched imperceptibly.

"Pleasure"?

That was Sinclair’s way of saying,

You’re dead meat.

With the noble intention of shielding a promising young man, he gently pressed Antonio’s suspended hand down and chuckled.

"Dr. Antonio, President Luther has... quite the aversion to physical contact.

Let’s respect that."

Aversion to physical contact?

All eyes instinctively fell upon the slender, well-defined hand resting possessively on Camilla’s waist before quickly darting away.

"My apologies for the oversight," Antonio acknowledged Dr. Alex’s discreet intervention with a grateful smile, withdrawing his hand as he turned to face Sinclair.

"I beg your pardon, President Luther."

Dr. Robert opened his mouth as if to speak, then hesitated, casting a helpless glance toward Camilla.

"Allow me to make the introductions," Camilla said softly, gracefully diffusing the tension at her mentor’s silent plea.

"This is my senior from the university, Antonio."

Turning to Antonio with practiced politeness, her crimson lips curved into a distant smile.

"Senior Mega, this is my husband, Sinclair Luther, whom I mentioned earlier."

Her voice carried a deliberate lightness as she continued,

"Weren’t you just saying you wanted to offer us newlywed blessings?"

Sinclair’s expression remained unchanged—that same indolent half-smile playing on his lips as he drawled,

"We’re all ears."

Dr. Alex couldn’t help but marvel inwardly.

This couple truly understood the art of emotional evisceration.

The sentiment was visibly mirrored in Dr. Robert’s pensive expression.

But this was the only way to avoid any misunderstanding from the Luther Family.

"Antonio, why don’t you represent all the teachers and classmates here to offer your blessings."

"Of course, Professor."

Antonio took a glass of wine from the waiter behind him and raised it toward the couple, though his gaze remained fixed solely on Camilla.

"Camilla, may your marriage be filled with happiness and last a lifetime."

His words were sincere—at least on the surface.

But who would actually share that lifelong happiness with Camilla remained to be seen.

No one else noticed anything amiss. Camilla picked up her own glass, lightly clinked it against his in midair, and took a small sip.

"Thank you, Senior."

Sinclair’s dark eyes gleamed with an unfathomable depth, the smile on his lips frosting over with a chilling edge.

His slender fingers wrapped around Camilla’s hand, guiding the glass to his lips as he drank from the exact spot she had just touched, draining the remaining wine in one swift motion.

"Yes, we should indeed express our gratitude properly."

His voice was cool and detached, giving no hint of emotion.

Yet Antonio inexplicably felt a shiver run down his spine, as if every hidden thought in his heart had been laid bare before this man.

"The wine is finished, and the blessings have been received,"

Sinclair lowered his gaze to Camilla, his voice smooth yet carrying an unspoken command.

"Camilla, it’s time for us to leave."

Camilla nodded slightly.

Had it not been for Professor Robert’s sake, she would have left long ago.

These social gatherings held no meaning for her.

"Professor, I’ll take my leave now.

I’ll visit you another time."

Professor Robert nodded eagerly, almost as if he was relieved.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want Camilla to stay—it was just that the man beside her was more than a little intimidating.

"Let me walk you out."

"No need," Sinclair interjected, his tone deceptively gentle as he turned his piercing eyes toward the professor.

"By the way, that independent research facility you wanted at Northfield University—someone will be in touch shortly to arrange it.

Consider it a gift from Camilla and me."

Camilla’s brows lifted in surprise.

She had only just discussed this with her professor two days ago.

How did Sinclair know?

Antonio’s eyes narrowed sharply.

He wasn’t buying that this was just a coincidence.

"Is... is this for real?"

Dr. Robert couldn’t contain his excitement, his face lighting up with joy.

This was something he and his old friends had been chasing after for decades.

Just the other day, Antonio had promised to pull some strings for him—yet here they were, with the solution practically dropping into their laps.

Camilla nodded with a warm smile. "Since my husband has given his word, you can just sit back and wait."

"Good, good!"

Dr. Robert’s voice trembled with emotion. "Thank you both—truly."

It wasn’t just him.

Everyone in the room wore expressions of elation.

After all, they were all alumni of Northfield University.

If the university’s research lab could gain independence, it would open doors for them—whether they were doctors or researchers—that others simply didn’t have.

Sinclair didn’t say another word.

With a protective arm around Camilla, he led her out.

Behind them, a wave of murmurs erupted.

"Being born into the right family is a real skill.

What seems impossible for us is just a nod away for someone like her."

"What really shocked me is that our junior, Camilla, is actually the young madam of the billionaire dynasty!"

"Top grades, stunning looks, married into wealth, a loving husband... Isn’t this the script of a novel’s female lead?

I’m tired of saying I’m jealous."

"No wonder Camilla never gave anyone the time of day.

If I had a husband like that, I’d walk around with my eyes closed."

"...Dude, you’re a guy!"

"Since when is there a law against men dreaming?"

Of course, most eyes were still fixed on Antonio.

"I used to think Senior Mega was the epitome of excellence, but compared to President Luther,

he falls way short."

"Not just way short—there’s no comparison at all."

No comparison at all?

The words struck Antonio like a knife to the heart. His jaw clenched, teeth grinding in silent frustration.

Just then, his phone rang.

"Sir, there’s an emergency at the hospital!!"

Antonio’s brows furrowed deeply.

"Which hospital?"

The person on the other end hesitated.

"...All of them."

Antonio’s expression darkened instantly.

After a quick farewell to Dr. Robert, he strode out in haste.