Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire
Chapter 61: Sinclair Luther doesn’t like his wife attending to anyone talk more of a man

Chapter 61: Sinclair Luther doesn’t like his wife attending to anyone talk more of a man

Suddenly, three days later.

Luther Mansion, the backyard.

"Camilla," Tiffany looked around.

"Your husband, he’s definitely not coming back at this moment, right?"

Camilla: ....

"Fany," She helplessly curled her lips, the dimples on her cheeks were faint, highlighting her exquisite beauty.

"Your words, if others don’t know the context, they might think we are having an illicit affair here."

"Doesn’t your husband look at me just like that?"

Tiffany slightly tugged at the corners of her mouth, continuing to throw fish food into the pond.

"Strong control, possessiveness, jealousy, these are characteristics that all CEOs must have, this is my experience from years of writing."

She looked at her friend, cutely batting her eyelashes.

"I didn’t expect that it’s also applicable in real life.

The saying ’novels come from life’ is indeed true."

Staunchly possessive, highly controlling, with a strong bent towards jealousy.

Late in the evening, Camilla opened her mouth.

She wanted to defend her husband but found herself unable to.

All she could do was laugh helplessly. "Speaking of which, Late..."

Tiffany leaned on her friend, playfully whispering.

"The novel also mentioned, how particularly... exceptional the tyrannical CEO’s constitution is."

An impish grin adorned his face, his eyes filled with anticipation.

"I reckon it won’t be long before I can proudly call myself a godparent."

Tiffany accentuated the word "exceptional", a look of ’you-know-what-I-mean’ on his face.

Camilla wished she could ignore her friend’s words.

However, memories from previous nights involuntarily flashed across her mind, a faint blush appearing on her fair cheeks.

Staying up until dawn without being fatigued, still able to cheerfully head off to work the next day.

He was indeed exceptional.

So exceptional, it left her overwhelmed.

"Enough with your teases," Camilla gently pinched Tiffany’s waist, her expression returned to its usual state.

"Tell me about you and Arlo."

Thinking of the man who caused Tiffany’s death in her previous life, the laughter in her eyes turned into a chilling glint.

Luke discovered that, recently, a certain power had been secretly investigating Arlo.

She must pay more attention and be more alert when it comes to Tiffany.

Absolutely, the tragedy must not repeat itself!!

"As for him," Mentioning Arlo, the smile on Tiffany’s face deepened.

She happily shared with Camilla about what he had been doing recently.

Camilla responded indifferently, her beautiful eyes gazing at the immeasurable depth of the lake.

"Don’t forgive him so easily.

Let him prove himself for a while longer." Give her some time too, to investigate Arlo carefully.

"I understand, Camilla," Tiffany nodded with a smile.

Just then.

"Madam" Aunt Naomi suddenly came over.

"The Sanchez family has arrived, they said they brought something for you." The Sanchez family?

The smile on Tiffany’s face faded. Being friends with Camilla for so many years, she had a clear understanding of how the Sanchez family treated Camilla.

"I understand," Camilla’s lips curved slightly as she continued leisurely feeding the fish.

"Tell them I’m resting and waiting in the living room."

She was very clear about what the Sanchez family had brought.

And she was even more clear about what they wanted.

"Yes," Aunt Naomi knew that the madam wanted to keep the Sanchez family hanging and nodded before leaving.

"Camilla, now that you are married to the Luther Family, you have a new home and a new family," Tiffany held Camilla’s hand, her delicate and adorable face full of seriousness.

"Don’t take Augustine, a person who only shares blood relations but lacks a heart, too seriously."

"Don’t worry, Fany," Camilla, staring at the lake surface disrupted by the swimming fish, softly said.

"I know."

The Camilla of her past life, who regarded Augustine as her only blood relative and tried to ingratiate herself into the Sanchez family,

She is already dead, killed by the hands of the Sanchez family.

Now, the only thing between her and the Sanchez family is hatred.

They are fine as long as they don’t harbor ill intentions.

But once they do, Camilla then threw all the fish food in her hand into the lake, triggering ripples on the water surface.

She surely will, personally send the Sanchez family on their way to ruin.

Luther Residence, side hall.

"Where is Camilla?"

Augustine looked at the empty living room, frowning.

"Madam, is resting," Auntie Naomi responded, her face bearing a polite smile as she nodded slightly.

"Please have a seat over here, Mr. Sanchez, Mrs. Sanchez."

"With this awkward timing, what is she resting for?"

Victoria’s eyebrows furrowed, dissatisfaction apparent on her face.

"Didn’t you tell her that we’re here?"

"My apologies," Auntie Naomi turned towards Victoria, her smile fading significantly.

"When madam is resting, it’s not our place as servants to disturb."

So, they really didn’t tell her?

"I can’t believe you’re the housekeeper here. How can you even lack a basic sense of propriety?"

Victoria looked at Aunt Naomi unhappily, complaining.

"We are her uncle and aunts, her only family.

There’s no reason we should wait for her."

Clara also sat down, with agreement in her eyes.

No matter what status Camilla has now, she was married off from their Sanchez family.

No matter how grand she is now, she should not stand them up.

"Could you please make another run," Augustine looked at Aunt Naomi.

"Just tell her that her uncle is here to give her a gift, she won’t blame you."

The smile on Aunt Naomi’s face had completely disappeared.

If not for the madam’s sake, the Sanchez family wouldn’t even be allowed to enter the Luther residence.

Now, they even want to pressure the Madame with elder superiority?

"I apologise," Aunt Naomi said in an indifferent tone.

"This is the Luther residence, and I must abide by the Luther household’s rules."

She gave a slight nod towards the group.

"As soon as Madam wakes up, I will inform her immediately."

"When she wakes up? Who knows when she will wake up?"

Victoria’s frown deepened, and an uncontainable anger glimmered in her eyes.

"So, you just want us to wait here, anxiously?"

The expressions of Augustine and Clara also showed dissatisfaction.

Aunt Naomi, who thinks the Sanchez family members are insensitive, couldn’t care less to deal with them.

"For Madam Camilla, if you prefer, you may also wait somewhere else."

She said, her expression unchanged.

"I still have work to do in the backyard, so I will not keep you company here."

As she spoke, she turned to leave.

"You--"

Augustine and Victoria didn’t expect Aunt Naomi to be so dismissive, their faces turned even worse.

"Stop right there!"

Clara, her face full of fury, stepped forward and slapped Aunt Naomi.

"Even Camilla wouldn’t dare to treat us with such an attitude, you’re just a mere servant of the Luther Family, who gave you the nerve to talk to us like this?!"

She is the young madam of the Sanchez family and also the future lady of the Luna Family.

Of course, she doesn’t have to hold back a servant’s attitude.

Augustin and Victoria opened their mouths, but didn’t stop her.

It’s just a servant after all.

The other servants were taken aback, rushing forward.

"Aunt Naomi!"

"Aunt Naomi, are you okay?"

Aunt Naomi had been with the Luther Family for over twenty years, receiving respect from all.

This was the first time in many years she had been slapped, looking at Clara in astonishment.

"You--" "What ’you’," Clara curled her lips, revealing a cold smirk.

"Do you, a servant, dare to hit back?"

Just then, a cold voice rang out. "She doesn’t dare, but I do."

Luther Corporation, Headquarters.

"Sinclair," The elegantly handsome man put down the coffee in his hand, his eyes resembling blooming peach blossoms as he looked across and chuckled.

"There’s something, I want to discuss with you."

"Discuss?"

Sinclair lifted his head from the files, an ethereal aura radiating off his gorgeous face.

"When did you become so polite?"

"It’s about your newlywed wife."

Calvin comfortably crossed his legs leaning back on the couch, heaving a sigh.

"If I’m not polite, can it be settled?"

"Camilla?"

Sinclair put down his documents, and his gaze towards Calvin suddenly became unfathomably dark.

"What could possibly be going on that involves Camilla?"

Calvin tugged at the corner of his mouth. Just mentioning her, does that warrant such a reaction?

Clearly, in the presence of the opposite sex, humanity is forgotten.

Of course, these thoughts were only muttered under Calvin’s breath.

He cleared his throat with a serious expression on his face.

"Taylor’s health is deteriorating increasingly, we’ve invited so many medical experts domestically but to no avail," Calvin casually spun the cup in front of him, his tone as relaxed as ever.

But if you looked closely, you would see the worry hidden beneath his naturally smiley peach blossom eyes.

"He’s unwilling to set down the Taylor family’s burden to seek treatment abroad, and I heard that your wife has inherited the medical skills of Mr. Rodriguez.

Could she possibly take a look?"

This was a favor asked by Melissa.

However, he felt that it might be worth a shot.

After all, the example of Sinclair is right in front of us.

Sinclair lowered his gaze.

His knuckles were strikingly visible, rhythmically tapping the table surface, with an indiscernible expression.

He, of course, did not want Camilla to help diagnose other men. Nevertheless, Taylor was one of his closest few friends.

"It’s just a consultation," Calvin looked at Sinclair and spoke softly, "If she can’t cure him, she can’t cure him."

That’s what he was saying, but Calvin was not sure if Sinclair would agree.

After all, once this man gets obsessed with something, he develops an almost obsessive desire to possess it.

No one else can get close to it.

"On this matter," Sinclair’s thin lips parted slightly, his voice husky.

"I’ll ask Camilla when I get home."

That meant there was room for negotiation.

Calvin nodded with a smile, sipped his coffee, and didn’t say anything else.

Of the four of them, one had already been lost five years ago.

At this thought, the image of a youth wearing gold-rimmed glasses appeared in his mind. -- Luther Family Estate.

"Smack--"

Before Clara could clearly see who was in front of her, she was slapped harshly, falling to the ground.

Her fair cheek swelled visibly.

This scene happened very suddenly.

Augustine and Victoria were both stunned, standing still.

Camilla looked evenly at Clara, her body giving off a strong oppressive aura.

From childhood to this day, it had always been her bullying Camilla.

How dare Camilla hit her over a servant now?!

"You little bitch, how dare you hit me?!"

In her rage, Clara lost her senses, stood up covering her face, and raised her hand to hit Camilla back.

However, before her hand could reach Camilla, it was held back.

"Little wretch?"

Camilla’s eyes are slightly narrowed.

"It seems that the slap just now hasn’t woken you up yet."

"Slap!"

Another one landed without hesitation.

The other side of Clara’s face also swelled up instantly, making her look utterly disheveled.

"You--"

But when she met Camilla’s eyes full of malevolence, the hand she was lifting awkwardly froze in mid-air.

Augustine and Victoria reacted at this time.

"Camilla, have you gone mad?!"

Victoria was going to pull Camilla’s arm.

"Let go of Clara now!"

She hadn’t gotten close yet but was stopped by two servants.

"Let me go--"

"Camilla," Augustine managed to maintain a bit of sanity as he approached Camilla with a gentle expression and asked: "What are you doing?"

"What am I doing?"

Camilla let go of Clara’s hand and gave Augustin a frigid stare.

"I’m obviously teaching Clara proper manners."