Chapter 54: The enemy’s enemy is a friend

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Chapter 54 of "Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire" opens with: Chapter 54: The enemy’s enemy is a friend "Brother Sinclair, sister-in-law," Melissa looks at the couple... See what unfolds next!

Chapter 54: The enemy’s enemy is a friend "Brother Sinclair, sister-in-law," Melissa looks at the couple who are about to board the car, and speaks up in a soft voice. The couple halts, turning around to look. Sinclair gives a lukewarm response, remaining silent. Camilla, on the other hand, shows a faint smile, asking softly, "What’s the matter?" Melissa, full of gratitude, speaks sincerely: "Thank you for today." In truth, she wanted to thank Camilla even more. If it wasn’t for her intervention, she would have inevitably been dragged into a private room by the drunkard. Even if her brother and Calvin discovered and rushed to her, they might not have made it in time. "It’s nothing," From her perspective, Camilla could see that Melissa is a very innocent person. "The incident is over, you should go back to your side with your brother. Don’t overthink it." "Alright," Melissa obediently nodded, looking at Camilla like a devoted little woman. Sinclair: He lowered his gaze, his indifferent expression shielding their line of sight. He sat Camilla in the car. The driver started the vehicle and slowly departed. Women like Camilla were simply impossible to hate. Melissa silently sighed at herself. After all, from the affectionate way Sinclair treated her, Sandra had no chance whatsoever. She needed to dissuade Sandra from making any hasty decisions. "Melissa" Taylor’s voice, came from behind her. Eyes tearful yet again, the tears Melissa had just held back started to flow like a downpour. "Brother, you finally came!!" In a corner not too far away. A pair of reddish eyes glared bitterly in the direction of the entrance, their seriousness practically threatening to consume her entirely. Luna Family villa. "Sir, madam," The butler quickly walked in from outside. "The young master has sent a message saying they have escaped from danger." "Thank heavens, bless the Lord." Mrs. Luna let out a long sigh of relief, the tears that had dried up in her eyes once again welled up. "He didn’t let my Luna Family become heirless." Mr. Luna’s tightly clenched hand loosened. He lifted his crimson eyes and gloomily looked at the butler. "Did you find out anything?" "Yes, sir," The butler, his expression grave, lowered his head. "There were traces, more or less, of the Luther Family in the accident involving your first son and his wife" "Sinclair!" "It really is Sinclair!!" Mrs. Luna excitedly rose from the couch, her face gruesome with rage. "He ruined Roman’s ability to bear children and yet he dares not to let go of our Luna Family! This is outright bullying!" she cried. She turned to look at her husband her eyes bloodshot. "Mr. Luna are we just going to sit here and wait for death?" she asked. "Of course not," said Mr. Luna, his voice hoarse and face steel-blue from his own anger. "If Sinclair isn’t willing to give us a chance to survive, then we will fight until either of us or him is destroyed!" After all, he wasn’t without means. Mr. Luna thought of the man who had called him that night, his eyes filled with madness and malice. In City S. Inside a villa tastefully decorated with a vintage style. A man sat by the window, looking at the view below. His long, pale fingers toyed with his phone, his eyes hidden behind golden-frame glasses held a cold smirk. Behind him stood a middle-aged man with a scar on his brow. "Sir, will Mr. Luna really called us?" he wondered. "Of course," The man’s lips curled into a smile. "The Luther Family has a deep influence in the capital, Mr. Luna dares not easily make a move." His voice dropped a bit, "Turning to me, is his best choice." Before he could finish speaking, the phone he was playing with suddenly rang. "Mr. Luna." The man’s thin lips lightly opened, and his voice, processed, revealed no emotion. Mr. Luna’s voice was aloof, he gently parted his lips. A hint of hesitation grew in his heart. This man had thoroughly investigated the grievances between the Luna Family and Sinclair. Yet, he himself didn’t even know the man’s identity. This trade seemed unsettling no matter how one viewed it. "The enemy’s enemy is a friend, Mr. Luna. You don’t need to worry about my identity," Seeing Mr. Luna’s silence, the man guessed his thoughts and easily chuckled. "We are united in dealing with the Luther Family." He lowered his voice, a hint of gloomy look in his eyes. "Or else, Mr. Luna, what do you think my intention is with the manpower and effort I’ve invested?" "This... Of course not." Mr. Luna’s eyes darkened. The other side can track the movements of the Luther Family and can also afford to hire mercenaries from abroad at a shocking cost. From these two aspects, it is clear. The other party’s strength and financial power are quite extraordinary. At the very least, they are much stronger than the Luna Family. "I just feel that the Luther Family is difficult to deal with. One slip-up could lead to our Luna Family’s collapse and ruin." "Collapse and ruin?" The man’s tone was casual, but there was an inexplicable hint of mockery in his voice. "Do you think the Luna Family is far from these four words?" He lowered his voice, making it sound even more ominous. "If Mr. Luna wants to let bygones be bygones, I am afraid Sinclair may not think the same. He has always been thorough in his actions, leaving no loose ends." Collapse and ruin. Leaving no loose ends. The man’s words reminded Mr. Luna of what happened to his children, causing his pupils to constrict. "You, do you know what Sinclair has done to our Luna Family?" "My people have always been watching the Luther Family, of course, I know." In the man’s voice, there was a hint of faint sigh. "Unfortunately, Mr. Luna isn’t willing to join hands with me. There’s nothing I can do." Upon hearing this, Mr. Luna’s pupils shrunk abruptly, and his breath became heavy. "What do you want me to do?" There was a hint of gritted teeth in his voice. The man slightly curled his lips in silence, and whispered his plan. "Just do as I say, and Sinclair’s death is inevitable." "Understood." Mr. Luna hung up the call. After a moment of deep thought, he dialed the number the man had provided. Luther’s mansion. In the large basement room, the smell of blood was pungent. A few men dressed in bodyguard uniforms were lying on the ground, their fate unknown. The blood flowing out of their bodies dyed the ground a deep red. Sinclair stood against the light, a ferocious aura growing on his handsome face. His black shirt was drenched in sweat, clinging tightly to his robust body, adding a touch of sensuality. Anyone who didn’t know what he was up to would surely find it a pleasing sight. However, to Mr. Caleb, Sinclair at this moment was more terrifying than a death-seeking ghost. If he had known that woman was the wife of the Luther Family’s head, even with a thousand times the courage, he would not dare to provoke them. But alas, hindsight is 20/20. "Hmm...mmm..." With tears welling up in his eyes, Mr. Caleb struggled and looked longingly at Sinclair. His body couldn’t stop shaking. A shallow smile played upon Sinclair’s lips. "Untie him." Ramsey nodded in agreement and advanced, slicing through the ropes that bound Mr. Caleb with his dagger. Could it be, they were willing to let him go now?! Mr. Caleb’s eyes widened, almost to the point of crying from joy. Ramsey noticed his look and a dismissive smile flashed across his eyes. Unaware, even at the brink of death. "Thank you, President Luther," Mr. Caleb loosens his tied-up limbs which were sore to an unbearable degree, a grateful smile on his face. "President Luther is magnanimous, I..." However. Before he could finish his sentence, he was jerked up by a defined, blood-stained hand. Upon meeting those eyes that were seemingly bloodthirsty, the smile on Mr. Caleb’s face instantly froze, and his hair stood on end. "Pr-President Luther." "Wanted my wife to serve you?" Sinclair looked at Mr. Caleb, his frosty eyes swirling with a tempest of murderous intent. The surrounding chilling killing aura was so overwhelming that the air seemed to solidify. "Hmm?" What if he hadn’t found out? What if he was one step late? He would have lost Camilla. Finally, through a ray of light that had hard-earned penetrated the darkness, everything was almost destroyed. The thought of this caused Sinclair to be unable to suppress the rampant murderous intent within him. Sinclair’s usual indifferent demeanor alone was enough to incite fear. Not to mention the deity-like demeanor before their eyes now. Mr. Caleb felt a wave of chill sweeping over his body, with his face instantly turning deathly pale and his body trembling uncontrollably. "No, no, no, I...I was ignorant of your importance, I.... "Bang!" One punch harshly landed on Mr. Caleb’s cheek, cutting off his words. Crimson blood overflowed from his mouth and nose, dropping on the ground and splattering clusters of blood flowers. The immense pain caused Mr. Caleb’s head to spin, and before he could react, the man’s fist flew once again. "Bang!" Sinclair’s eyes were slightly red, each punch was filled with bloodthirsty violence. Soon, Mr. Caleb found it harder to breathe, the arm that was struggling dropped completely. But Sinclair’s fists didn’t show the slightest sign of stopping, the surrounding violence intensified even further. Not far away, Ramsey looked lost in thought. He was aware of Madam’s influence over President Luther, to some extent. Whether it was in terms of behavior or emotions. But the current attitude of President Luther was only now revealing the truth. He had oversimplified the situation. The Madam’s position in President Luther’s heart had already exceeded his estimations. Mixed feelings filled Ramsey. On the one hand, he was delighted. A stronger influence of the Madam on President Luther would help to control his illness. On the other hand, he was worried. If Madam did anything to anger President Luther, it would only increase his illness. He hoped his worries won’t materialize. Having mentally reassured himself, Ramsey once again focused his attention on Sinclair. After an indefinite amount of time. Sinclair finally stopped his actions, releasing Mr. Caleb, whose body was already bruised and bloodied. The incessant surge of killing intent within him caused his eyes to flush slightly. The blue veins on his arm and neck also burst forth, pulsing violently. Something’s not right! If this continues, Boss, might have an outbreak! Ramsey instantly tensed his nerves, yet he thought of Camilla, and immediately spoke up. "Boss, the madam is waiting for you in the living room." Waiting for him? Sinclair’s reddened eyes gradually narrowed. That’s right. Camilla, was still waiting for him. "Turn off the lights, and leave." Sinclair’s voice was extremely hoarse, as if it was being squeezed out from his throat. Thereafter, he walked over and sat on the sofa. His mind was repeatedly haunted by the image of Camilla, with her curved eyebrows and radiant face. Sinclair slowly closed his eyes, trying hard to suppress the beast roaring deep within his heart. Sweat dripped down his defined jawline onto the floor. Ramsey dared not linger or speak further, he turned off the lights and exited the room.

Chapter 54: The enemy’s enemy is a friend

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