Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 141: We don’t know each other

In the living room, Tiffany was glued to her phone, cramming the rules of San Francisco-style.

Though unsure who was teaching her, she couldn’t afford to look completely clueless.

Not far from her, on the sofa, Sinclair sat with his gaze lowered, idly toying with Camilla’s slender, pale fingers, his expression calm and detached.

"But, sweetheart," Camilla turned to him, noticing Tiffany was too preoccupied to pay her any attention.

"Since when do you know how to play cards?"

It didn’t seem like the kind of pastime someone of his stature would dabble in.

A faint smirk curled Sinclair’s lips.

"The old man went through a phase where he was quite fond of it."

"Fond"

was putting it mildly—the patriarch had practically devoted himself to mastering the game during that period.

Thanks to his obsession, quite a few in the Luther Family estate had picked up the skill.

Himself included.

"Grandpa likes it?"

Camilla was even more surprised.

"I’ve never seen him play before."

Not in her past life, nor in this one.

"Perhaps," Sinclair looked at Camilla, his lips curling into an amused smile as he raised an eyebrow.

"He just wants to maintain his dignified, perfect elder image in front of his granddaughter-in-law."

"Grandpa is adorable," Camilla couldn’t help but chuckle. "If he likes it, I’ll bring him a high-quality set next time and play with him."

The thought of Grandpa Luther made her think of her own grandfather, and her eyes dimmed slightly.

"Camilla," Sinclair immediately noticed the shift in her mood, his dark eyes growing serious.

"We’ll find him.

Trust me."

Camilla nodded, leaning against the man’s broad shoulder.

At that very moment.

"Sinclair," Calvin strode in briskly, his strikingly handsome face uncharacteristically grave.

"What’s the—" His words died on his lips as his gaze landed on the couple nestled together on the sofa, his brows knitting into a frown.

Taylor’s lips quirked slightly as he observed Sinclair’s composed and indifferent expression.

Ramsey, who had followed them in, kept his head lowered, feigning complete ignorance of the situation.

On the opposite sofa, Tiffany—who had been engrossed in studying something on her phone—paused at the sound of that familiar voice and turned to look.

No way.

Could it really be...?

The man’s tall, lean frame and devilishly handsome profile left no room for doubt. It really was him.

"So you two are the " Cards buddies’ Sinclair mentioned," Camilla’s beautiful eyes glimmered with sudden understanding as she turned to her husband with a playful smile.

"Now that everyone’s here, shall we begin?"

Taylor slipped his hands into his pockets, his gentle face etched with resignation.

Now he finally understood why Ramsey had given him and Calvin that complicated look earlier.

"Cards buddies?"

Calvin’s eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Sinclair.

"You dragged us here in half an hour... just to play Cards?!"

All that worry, all that frantic brainstorming on the way—for this?!

This was downright insane.

Absolutely inhuman!

Camilla flinched at Calvin’s outburst, instinctively shrinking closer into Sinclair’s embrace.

But in an instant, realization dawned on her.

She tilted her head up to look at her husband.

"Sinclair, didn’t you explain it to them?"

Sinclair tightened his arm around Camilla but didn’t answer. Instead, he leveled a cool gaze at Calvin, his dark eyes narrowing slightly.

"You scared Camilla."

His voice was calm, almost indifferent, yet laced with an unmistakable chill. What was the saying again?

*Bros before... who?*

*Love over loyalty?*

*Prioritizing your wife over basic human decency?*

Yeah.

That.

Calvin: "..." He was tired.

So very tired of picking the wrong friends.

"Taylor, this is beyond ridiculous," Calvin fumed, turning to Taylor with irritation flashing in his eyes.

"Let’s make sure we walk away with at least a few million tonight—no mercy."

Taylor glanced at Sinclair, then, uncharacteristically, nodded in agreement.

"Absolutely."

A faint smirk played on Sinclair’s lips as his dark, inscrutable eyes lingered on Calvin for a moment before shifting to Ramsey.

"Make the arrangements."

With a respectful nod, Ramsey withdrew.

Calvin exhaled sharply, pivoting on his heel and striding toward the sofa on the other side—only to freeze mid-step.

There, curled up on the cushions, was a slender figure he recognized all too well.

"Well, well," Tiffany forced a weak smile, her voice tinged with irony.

"Fancy meeting you here."

Just this morning, she swore running into him and never brought anything good.

And yet, here they were again.

This wasn’t just a coincidence—it was downright uncanny.

Calvin paused mid-step, his peach-blossom eyes lifting slightly.

The lazy cadence of his voice now carried barely a trace of his earlier irritation.

"How long have you been here?"

"I’ve been here the whole time," Tiffany replied.

You just didn’t notice me, she added silently in her head.

Taylor had clearly caught on—this was the woman who had answered Calvin’s phone.

His gaze flickered between the two of them, dark eyes glinting with amusement.

"So... you two know each other?"

"We do."

"Not really."

Calvin and Tiffany answered simultaneously.

There was something inexplicably amusing—and oddly harmonious—about the way these two interacted.

Camilla studied them with her captivating eyes, a thoughtful expression playing across her face.

Meanwhile, Sinclair’s lips curved into a faint smirk.

This might be the first time a woman was so eager to distance herself from you Calvin.

Taylor arched an eyebrow, his refined face breaking into an amused smile. Interesting.

He stepped past Calvin and approached Tiffany, extending his hand with a warm grin.

"Nice to meet you.

Taylor."

"Hello," Tiffany replied quickly, smiling as she shook his hand.

"I’m Tiffany."

She had an inexplicable fondness for men like Taylor—gentle, cultured, and effortlessly charming.

To be fair, it wasn’t just Tiffany.

Most young women would find it hard to resist such an elegant and mature man.

Watching Tiffany’s radiant smile directed at Taylor, Calvin’s brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

I’m way better-looking than Taylor.

Some women just have no taste.

Sinclair caught the subtle shift in Calvin’s expression, the faint smile on his lips deepening slightly.

"Not close?"

Calvin crossed his long legs and leaned back casually on the sofa, his eyes fixed on Tiffany with a lazy smirk.

"Miss Tiffany took the initiative to get into my..."

Just as Tiffany’s beautiful eyes widened in shock and panic, the man’s thin lips curved into a faint smirk as he continued,

"...car this afternoon.

You didn’t sound like this when you asked for my help.