Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 362: No wonder Camilla never loved you

"No wonder,"

Tiffany muttered, her fists clenching tighter as the smile on her lips deepened, as if she had made up her mind about something.

"Mr. Luther is a thousand times the man you are—in character, looks, and status.

Not just Camilla, but any woman would choose him without hesitation.

As for you..."

She paused deliberately before continuing, her voice dripping with disdain.

"You belong in the gutter, living as the two-faced rat you are."

*A rat in the gutter.*

The words struck Antonio like a slap across the face.

His gaze turned icy, his expression hardening into something downright murderous.

But Tiffany wasn’t done.

Before Antonio could react, his assistant stepped forward, his face twisted in outrage.

"How dare you speak to Mr. Antonio like that?

You’ve got a death wish!"

With a scowl, he raised his hand and struck Tiffany hard across the face.

*CRACK—*

The force of the blow sent her reeling.

The world spun as she tumbled from her seat again, her vision blacking out.

*Spurt.*

A crimson stream of blood sprayed from her lips, splattering onto the ground.

Yet, far from being frightened, Tiffany curled her lips into a faint, defiant smile.

Gritting her teeth against the searing pain that clawed at her insides, she turned her head toward Antonio, enunciating each word with deliberate clarity.

"So, was I wrong?

Too cowardly to even confess your feelings, resorting to underhanded threats to control Camilla—what else can you be but a sewer rat?"

"You—!"

The assistant was stunned by Tiffany’s audacity.

Antonio’s assistant couldn’t fathom how this seemingly fragile woman, even in her current state, still had the nerve to provoke them.

"Sir, let me teach her a proper lesson!"

he growled, already stepping toward her.

"No need."

Antonio rose slowly from the sofa, his tall frame looming over her.

His dark, narrow eyes bore down on Tiffany, veiled by an inscrutable haze—cold, calculating, and utterly chilling.

"What did you say?"

"You heard me, didn’t you?"

Tilting her chin up, Tiffany met his gaze head-on.

The fear in her eyes had been replaced by something else—something fiercer.

"Antonio, someone like you will never deserve Camilla—not in this lifetime, nor the next, nor the one after that.

Because you’re unworthy."

Unworthy You don’t deserve Camilla. ...

Antonio suddenly reached out, his fingers closing around Tiffany’s slender, fragile neck.

"Those words—I’m sick of hearing them."

His grip tightened, veins bulging across the back of his hand.

His assistant opened his mouth to speak but swallowed his words, too afraid to intervene.

The man’s crushing strength left Tiffany gasping for air in an instant.

Her fair skin flushed crimson, yet she didn’t struggle. Behind her reddened eyes lay a quiet relief.

Just let me die.

If I die, I won’t drag Camilla down anymore.

Just as Tiffany’s consciousness was fading, Antonio abruptly released his grip.

"Trying to provoke me into killing you, junior?"

His lips curled into a smirk, his dark eyes boring into hers with unsettling intensity.

"But how could I?

I still need your help to win Camilla over, after all."

Tiffany’s widened eyes trembled uncontrollably.

That had indeed been her plan, but she hadn’t expected Antonio to stop so suddenly.

"Antonio..."

"You’re smart, junior.

I’d advise against trying to anger me again," Antonio regarded her with a gentle expression, his handsome features once more the picture of composed elegance.

"While I can’t kill you yet, there are countless ways to make you suffer—for instance—"

"For example," Antonio gripped Tiffany’s chin, forcing her to look at the two foreign mercenaries standing behind her.

"I could let them have their way with you," he said, a cruel smirk playing on his lips.

"Then we’ll send the videos and photos to Calvin.

I’m sure he’d love to see them."

Antonio paused, his grin widening.

"What do you think, junior?"

The implication was unmistakable.

Tiffany’s face drained of color the moment she understood his meaning.

"Of course," Antonio continued, his dark, narrow eyes glinting with malice, "don’t even think about ending things before the fun begins."

His voice was low, deliberate.

"I won’t give you the chance."

At those words, the last flicker of light in Tiffany’s eyes died out.

Antonio released her chin and straightened up.

"Move her immediately," he ordered, his tall frame casting a long, oppressive shadow over her as he stood backlit by the dim light, exuding an aura of cold menace.

"Remember, assign someone to take good care of my junior around the clock.

If anything happens to her, none of you will live to see another day."

The voice was soft, yet laced with a bone-chilling coldness that sent shivers down the spine.

"Understood," the assistant replied solemnly, nodding before immediately signaling for Tiffany to be escorted out.

Tiffany’s face was ashen, her eyes hollow with despair.

Antonio stared into the distance, his gaze sharp and unreadable, his expression dark with intensity.

Originally, he had planned to coax Camilla here gently, hoping to avoid frightening her as much as possible.

But now, it seemed that was no longer an option.

If that was the case, there was no need to hold back anymore.

Meanwhile, in the capital of San Francisco.. "President Calvin," Jey entered with a grave expression.

"The signal from the recent call couldn’t be traced—it’s likely originating from outside the country."

Outside the country?!

Both Calvin and Camilla’s pupils constricted sharply in shock.

To put it mildly, the influence of the Luther and Calvin families extended throughout San Francisco and even all of United States.

But beyond United States’s borders, the world was simply too vast—reaching out blindly would be like grasping at air.

The two men’s expressions darkened.

The living room fell into an abrupt silence. Calvin seemed to have thought of something.

Turning to Camilla, his voice was low and grave.

"Since this involves overseas matters, I need to seek help from someone."

"Alright," Camilla pressed her lips together and nodded slowly.

"I’ll stay here and monitor any updates."

Calvin gave a brief nod, offering no further words as he grabbed his coat and strode out.

His tall, imposing figure radiated a tense, oppressive energy, as if the very air around him had turned frigid.

Not long after Calvin left, Ramsey entered with a grim expression.

"Madam," he said, his voice tight.

"All of Antonio’s domestic assets and properties have been donated or transferred under ordinary citizens’ names—most of them belonging to professors and alumni of San Francisco University."

San Francisco University’s professors and alumni.

They were her own mentor and fellow alumni.

Even if she wanted to interrogate them, she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

Camilla’s delicate face tensed, her eyes narrowing with intensity.

Every detail is meticulously planned, every move flawlessly executed.

It was clear this had been premeditated for a long time.

"I understand," Camilla finally spoke again after a long pause, her voice noticeably lower.

"Check all the private jets that left San Francisco last night.

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If Antonio had gone to such lengths to cover his tracks, he definitely wouldn’t have taken a commercial flight—leaving them no leads.

"Understood."

Ramsey grasped her meaning and gave a solemn nod.

Instead of leaving immediately, he poured her a cup of tea and handed it to her.

"Madam, don’t worry.

We’ll do everything in our power to rescue Miss Tiffany successfully."

Don’t worry?

With no leads at all, how could she possibly rest easy?

Camilla nodded slightly, saying nothing more.

Ramsey, sensing the heaviness in the air, let out a quiet sigh in his heart before silently withdrawing from the room.

The vast living room of the villa was now empty, save for Camilla alone.

Time ticked by, each passing second thickening the suffocating silence.

Just then, a tall, elegant figure strode into the villa with effortless grace.

The hired guards stationed inside immediately bowed their heads in deference, stepping aside to make way.

Camilla sat rigidly on the sofa, her fingers clenched tightly around a cup.

The water inside had long gone cold, untouched.

Her downcast eyes were fixed on the floor, dark and unreadable, swirling with emotions too deep to fathom.

It dawned on her now—Antonio had likely taken Fanny to force her out.

This was all her fault.

She was the reason Fanny was in danger.

All she could hope for now was to find Antonio as soon as possible.

Whatever he wanted, rescuing Fanny had to come first.

A crushing wave of guilt and fear threatened to drag her into an abyss of despair.

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