Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 363: Calvin asked help from Taylor

Despite the air conditioning humming at full blast, she felt an icy chill seep into her bones.

When Sinclair arrived, this was the sight that greeted him—Camilla, lost in self-reproach, her head bowed in silent torment.

His dark, piercing eyes softened imperceptibly, warmth flickering in their depths.

Without a word, he shrugged off his suit jacket and moved toward her, his footsteps deliberately light.

Just as the overwhelming emotions threatened to suffocate Camilla, a familiar black suit jacket draped over her from above, enveloping her in its comforting scent.

"Sweetheart" Her lashes fluttered as she looked up at the approaching figure.

"What are you doing here?"

Given their plan to lure Jonathan into their trap, Sinclair shouldn’t have revealed himself at this critical moment.

Sinclair sat beside her and effortlessly pulled her into his lap.

His strong arms encircled her trembling frame, pressing her chilled body against his warmth as he gently stroked her hair.

"I’m here for you."

His embrace tightened protectively.

"Don’t be afraid.

I know everything now."

His suspicions had been correct—it was indeed that man behind all this.

As for the motive...

Sinclair’s gaze darkened as he looked down at the woman in his arms, his expression unreadable.

The heat from his body seeped through the fabric of his clothes, gradually thawing Camilla’s frozen limbs. ƒreewebɳovel.com

Like a drowning sailor finding solid ground, she finally felt the tension in her chest ease slightly, allowing her to breathe again.

"Sweetheart, it’s my fault Fanny..."

Her voice cracked with guilt.

Camilla wrapped her arms tightly around the man’s waist, seeking more warmth from his embrace.

"She deserves a peaceful life, not to be dragged into danger again and again because of me."

Though she tried to restrain herself, a shimmer of tears welled up uncontrollably in her eyes.

"This is all my fault."

"It’s not your fault, sweetheart," Sinclair murmured, his deep eyes filled with heartache as he sensed her self-blame.

"Evil has no limits—no one could have foreseen something like this," he continued in a soothing tone.

"I’ve already uncovered everything about the Mega family.

Antonio may have slipped away, but the Mega family won’t escape."

The Mega family was based in Country E.

Coincidentally, that was also where Camilla’s grandfather resided.

A cold glint flickered in Sinclair’s narrowed, obsidian-dark eyes, his handsome face hardening with icy resolve.

It seemed he had no choice but to make a trip there.

"The Mega family?"

Camilla barely knew Antonio, let alone his family background.

"Mhm,"

Sinclair replied, holding her close as he explained the Mega family’s situation in his deep, composed voice—a tone that naturally exuded authority.

"I’ll start with the Mega.

If Antonio dares to lay a finger on Tiffany, he’ll have to think twice about the consequences."

Hearing this, Camilla’s heart finally began to settle.

"Tiffany was kidnapped?"

Taylor frowned as he turned to Calvin.

"Because of Camilla... or because of you?"

Calvin took a slow drag from his cigarette, offering no reply.

So, it was because of Camilla. Understanding flashed in Taylor’s eyes.

"What do you need me to do?"

"Sinclair traced the Antonia’s family’s influence to Country E," Calvin exhaled, a stream of pale gray smoke curling from his lips.

"I need Vicente’s help."

Vicente held considerable sway in that lawless border region.

With his assistance, operating in Country E would be far smoother.

"Ask Vicente for help?"

Taylor steadied himself, his lips twisting into an unreadable smirk.

Thanks to his younger sister, that was the last name he wanted to hear right now.

However, time was of the essence.

"Got it, I’ll make the call right away."

Calvin gave a firm nod, his usual composed demeanor replaced by an uncharacteristic chill that seemed to radiate from him.

Taylor’s call connected almost instantly.

"Taylor," came Vicente’s voice, tinged with exasperation as he glanced at the small figure standing nervously in the distance.

"Don’t tell me you’re calling to scold Melissa again?"

Melissa perked up her ears, holding her breath as if afraid to make a sound.

"Again?"

Taylor arched an eyebrow, his tone laced with bitter amusement.

"What good would scolding her do?"

Admittedly, it wouldn’t.

Vicente’s lips curved slightly as he watched Melissa’s anxious yet eager expression, his handsome features softening with faint amusement.

"So, what’s this about?"

"There’s something I need your help with," Taylor’s mellow voice was calm and measured.

"Name it," Vicente replied without hesitation.

"If it’s within my power, I won’t refuse.

And even if it’s not, I’ll do my best."

Taylor took a slow breath before briefly explaining the situation involving the Mega family and Antonio.

"The Mega family... Antonio?"

Vicente’s deep-set eyes narrowed slightly, clearly familiar with the name.

"Alright."

Taylor’s gaze sharpened.

"Thanks."

A faint smirk tugged at Vicente’s lips.

"Don’t blame me, and we’ll call it even.

No need for thanks."

"Thanks are thanks, but blame is still blame."

Taylor’s brow furrowed slightly, his eyes shadowed with something unreadable.

"These are two completely different matters."

Vicente let out a weary sigh, the corners of his lips tugging helplessly.

"Alright, got it."

Clearly, Melissa’s stunt wasn’t something Taylor was willing to let slide so easily.

But putting himself in the other man’s shoes, he could completely understand.

Neither of them said anything more before ending the call.

Only then did Melissa tiptoe over cautiously, swallowing hard as she fixed her wide, anxious eyes on Vicente.

"Did... did my brother say anything?"

Hiding in the suitcase had been a spur-of-the-moment decision—and she didn’t regret it—but now that she thought about her brother’s temper, fear crept in.

Vicente studied her sweet, delicate face before speaking slowly, his expression grave.

"Taylor said I should send you back right now." Of course he did!

Melissa’s brows knitted tightly, her large eyes brimming with panic.

"You didn’t agree, did you?"

She searched his face, desperate for any hint of reassurance.

Vicente narrowed his eyes slightly, remaining silent.

"You promised?"

Melissa’s eyes widened at him like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"You gave me your word!

How can you go back on it now?!"

Seeing her adorable, indignant reaction, the corners of Vicente’s lips curled upward.

Only then did Melissa realize she’d been tricked.

As relief washed over her, her cheeks puffed out even more.

"Oh, you—how dare you mess with me?!"

She spun on her heel and marched toward the door.

"I’m leaving right now, and I won’t ever speak to you again!"

Vincent knew full well there was nothing in the world she feared—except her brother.

And yet he had the nerve to use that against her.

Unforgivable.

Vicente smirked helplessly and got to his feet.

No choice—he had to clean up the mess he’d made.

Melissa had barely taken a few steps outside when seven or eight figures, clad head-to-toe in black with their faces concealed, called out in unison.

"Sister-in-law—"

Melissa slammed on the brakes the moment she heard that address, spinning around to glare at the group with furrowed brows.

"I’ve told you before—I’m not your sister-in-law!

Stop calling me that!"

She hadn’t even agreed to be with Vicente yet.

The men exchanged amused glances before nodding in unison.

"Got it, sis."

"Sure thing, sis."

"Where you headed, sis?

This place is a maze—let me show you around."

"No thanks!!"

Exasperated, Melissa huffed in frustration, realizing it was pointless to argue.

She turned on her heel and stormed off in no particular direction.

Vicente emerged from the villa just in time to see her retreating figure.

That little rabbit could really move when she wanted to.

"Vincent!"

"Vint, sis went that way."

"Yeah," Vicente strode forward with his long legs, swiftly blocking Melissa’s path.

"Melissa, I was wrong," he murmured, bending down to meet her gaze with tender indulgence in his voice.

"This area is off-limits.

Be a good girl and go back, alright?"

"No,"

Melissa huffed, her fair cheeks flushing pink with irritation.

"Move aside."

Vicente didn’t budge, the corners of his lips curling into a deeper smile.

"Melissa—"

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