Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire
Chapter 286: The Maid you have been searching for has been found

Chapter 286: The Maid you have been searching for has been found

Meanwhile, in San Francisco.

Sinclair had just stepped off the plane with Camilla in his arms when one of their guards approached them.

"President Luther, Madam," he said solemnly, his voice low and grave.

"We’ve found the nurse who attended Madam back then."

Camilla’s beautiful eyes trembled slightly, and she immediately turned to look at the man beside her.

Sinclair’s expression remained unchanged, but his dark eyes instantly turned icy cold.

"sweetheart,"

Camilla held Sinclair’s icy hand, trying to transfer the warmth from her palm to his.

"Let’s go back and see."

"Mmm."

Sinclair noticed the worry etched on Camilla’s face and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly.

"Don’t worry.

I’m fine."

How could he be fine?

Camilla’s beautiful eyes trembled slightly.

She knew all too well just how much the truth from back then meant to Sinclair.

Ramsey understood as well, which was why he didn’t dare say a word.

The car moved steadily toward the Luther Family Estate.

Sinclair held Camilla close, his dark eyes fixed on the passing scenery outside the window—cold and unfeeling.

If there was something suspicious about what had happened back then, he would stop at nothing to avenge her.

But what if there was no hidden scheme?

What if that woman had simply been determined to abandon him?

At this thought, Sinclair’s dark eyes narrowed sharply.

The chilling aura around him grew even heavier.

Camilla nestled obediently into Sinclair’s embrace, her arms wrapped tightly around his waist, offering silent comfort.

Deep within the Luther Family Manor’s basement, a woman in her forties or fifties—dark-skinned, heavyset—sat bound to a chair, her eyes and mouth covered.

"Mmmph...

mmmph—!"

She writhed in panic, every inch of her trembling with terror.

To this moment, she had no idea who had taken her or where she was.

Sinclair strode in, his arm draped protectively around Camilla.

Backlit by the harsh light, his striking features were cast in shadow, his expression unreadable.

Yet the oppressive aura radiating from him made the very air in the basement feel suffocating.

"President Luther, Madam—"

The mercenary guarding the door stiffened slightly before pushing it open. Luther?

The moment she heard the name, the bound woman froze in place.

Her breath nearly stopped.

That surname was the one she feared most in this lifetime.

In just a few seconds, the back of her clothes was completely drenched in cold sweat.

Sinclair sat on the prepared sofa, his dark eyes unfathomably deep.

"Remove it."

His voice was flat, yet carried an icy authority.

The woman held her breath in terror.

"Yes, sir!"

Ramsey stepped forward and tore off the tape covering the woman’s eyes and mouth.

*Rip—*

A sharp sting accompanied the sudden disappearance of darkness.

The bright light made her flinch, unable to open her eyes at first.

It took her a moment to adjust.

When she finally looked up, she saw the man and woman before her.

The woman was stunningly beautiful, her expression frosty.

Her crystal-clear eyes resembled a tranquil pool that could peer into one’s soul, making it impossible to meet her gaze.

The man wore an impeccably tailored black suit, his strikingly handsome features accentuated by shadowed, inscrutable eyes.

Sinclair lounged casually on the sofa, exuding the commanding presence of someone accustomed to power.

The familiar contours of his face instantly reminded the middle-aged woman of the little boy from years ago, freezing the blood in her veins.

"Mr. Sinclair Luther?"

It wasn’t that her memory was sharp—it was simply impossible to forget those piercing eyes.

"Since you still recognize me," Sinclair’s voice was icy, his sculpted lips barely moving, "then you must know why you’re here."

Sinclair leaned back in his chair, his posture languid yet chilling.

The woman swallowed hard, forcing down her panic as she shook her head.

"N-no, I don’t."

The guiltier she acted, the more obvious her deceit became.

A faint smirk curled Sinclair’s lips.

"Ramsey."

"Understood."

Without hesitation, Ramsey struck the woman across the face—

*Crack.*

The force of the blow snapped her head to the side, the metallic tang of blood flooding her mouth.

Ms. Tina

Ramsey’s voice was low and stern as he stared at the middle-aged woman, whose face was etched with terror.

"Since Mr. Luther has already caught you, you’d better come clean," he said, his tone growing sharper, icy.

"Otherwise, the consequences will be a hundred—no, a thousand—times worse than anything you can imagine."

"Mr... Mr. Luther"

Ms. Tina’s heart clenched as she turned her gaze toward the man lounging on the sofa.

Her lips trembled as she spoke.

"Back then, I was just afraid the grandpa Luther would blame me for failing to take care of Madam properly.

I didn’t want to be punished, so I fled the country overnight," She swallowed hard, her voice quivering.

"Other than that, I swear I did nothing wrong and knew nothing else!"

Her demeanor made it painfully obvious—she was far from the innocent victim she claimed to be.

Camilla narrowed her beautiful eyes.

Still playing tough, huh?

"Did nothing wrong? Knew nothing else?"

Ramsey let out a cold snort.

"Then explain this—how did your personal account suddenly receive five million right when Madam had her accident?"

Of course, all of this had been uncovered afterward.

After all, when Madam passed away, boss Sinclair’s condition took a sharp turn for the worse.

To make matters worse, Mr. Jonathan chose that exact moment to push for a divorce so he could marry Margaret.

The entire Luther Family was thrown into chaos, with only the old patriarch holding things together.

It wasn’t until the situation stabilized somewhat that they could finally investigate the true cause of Madam’s death.

"That... that money was... was..."

Ms. Tina’s eyes darted around nervously as she struggled to come up with an excuse.

Even today, five million is an astronomical sum for an ordinary person—let alone twenty years ago.

"Go on, explain some more," Ramsey pressed, showing no intention of letting her off the hook.

"And how exactly did you manage to slip out of the capital under the Luther Family’s watch, forge fake documents, and flee the country?"

His tone remained razor-sharp.

"And how did you manage to escape every time the Luther Family sent people after you?"

With each word he uttered, Ms. Tina’s face grew paler.

By the end, her lips were pressed so tightly together that she couldn’t utter a single word in response.

"Seems she’s determined to refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit," Camilla remarked coolly, leaning against Sinclair’s side.

"In that case, there’s no need for further talk." She turned her gaze to Ramsey.

"Follow your usual protocol—break her limbs first."

Her unhurried tone carried a bone-chilling menace, freezing the air like an arctic blast.

Ms. Tina’s breath hitched as she stared at Camilla in disbelief.

She couldn’t fathom that this seemingly delicate, pampered woman could utter such ruthless words.

Just as Ramsey was about to nod in acknowledgment— "Camilla is still too softhearted,"

Sinclair interjected, his lips curling into a frosty smile as his dark, narrowed eyes gleamed with silent intensity.

"Guards.

Nail her to the wall."

His indifferent tone made it sound like he was discussing the most mundane matter.

Then again, something like this *was* utterly ordinary for Sinclair.

If not for the people around him, his punishment would have been far more severe.

"Understood!"

The two mercenaries immediately stepped forward.

Nailed to the wall?!

Ms. Tina’s face drained of all colors, turning ashen with terror.

Just the thought of it was enough to make her shudder uncontrollably, her entire body trembling in fear.

The mercenaries walked to the wall and pressed a hidden mechanism.

A heavy *thud* echoed through the room as the smooth wall panel flipped over, revealing rows upon rows of nails—long and short, densely packed, some still stained with dried blood.

The sight alone was enough to make one’s skin crawl.

A flicker of surprise passed through Camilla’s eyes.

Even she had never seen this wall before.

Only then did Ms. Tina truly understands what it meant to be *nailed to the wall*.

A bone-chilling cold surged up her spine, freezing every pore on her body.

"P-President Luther,"

Ms. Tina swallowed hard, her voice trembling as she spoke.

"President Luther, this... this is unlawful punishment. It’s against the law."

Ramsey’s lips twitched in silent amusement.

Clearly, after fleeing America for so many years, Ms. Tina had no idea just how much more powerful the Luther Family had become.

"In this town" Sinclair’s icy smirk deepened, his tone dark and inscrutable.

"I am the law."

His fathomless obsidian eyes grew even darker, the bloodlust and malice lurking within unmistakable.