Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 367: Transfer of all Sinclair’s company shares to Camilla.

Chapter 367: Transfer of all Sinclair’s company shares to Camilla.

"I have full confidence in President Mega’s capabilities,"

Sinclair’s thin lips parted slightly, his aloof and indifferent gaze exuding arrogance and detachment.

"Now, let’s discuss the matter of compensation," he said, the corners of his lips curling into a faint, calculated smile.

"What does President Mega desire?"

"Assisting President Luther is an honor for me," Stephen replied, his strikingly handsome yet pallid face adorned with a gentle smile, radiating warmth and refinement.

"As for compensation, there’s no need."

No monetary reward could compare to a favor owed by the heir of the Luther Family.

Stephen had long sought an opportunity to collaborate with the Luther Corporation to expand the Mega family’s market in America, but the chance had never presented itself.

Who would have thought it would come so unexpectedly?

At this thought, the smile on Stephen’s lips deepened ever so slightly.

For this, he truly had his dear step brother to thank.

"We’re both businessmen," Sinclair toyed with the obsidian ring on his finger, his thin lips curling slightly, exuding an aura of supreme aloofness that was unmistakable.

"Business is business, President Mega.

No need for formalities."

Stephen caught the underlying meaning in Sinclair’s words.

His inscrutable eyes narrowed briefly before returning to their usual calm.

"Since you’ve put it that way, I’ll have to give it some serious thought."

Sinclair’s dark eyes remained cool and detached, devoid of any emotion.

After briefly agreeing to a verbal collaboration, the two ended the call.

"President Luther," Ramsey ventured, skepticism lacing his tone.

"Stephen may be at odds with Antonio, but he’s still a member of the Mega family.

Can we really trust him to cooperate with us sincerely?"

Sinclair’s lips curved faintly.

"When it comes to dealing with the Mega family, no one is more sincere than he is."

His voice was calm and measured, devoid of inflection, yet it carried an undeniable air of absolute control.

After finalizing all arrangements, Sinclair returned to the guest room.

Sinclair scrubbed himself over and over, ensuring not a trace of the acrid stench of blood and smoke remained before stepping back into the bedroom.

The moment the mattress dipped under his weight, Camilla seemed to sense his presence and immediately curled closer to him.

Under the dim glow of the nightlight, Sinclair gazed at Camilla for a long while, his eyes softening with quiet tenderness.

After a moment, he reached out and pulled her entirely into his embrace, gently kissing the top of her head before closing his eyes.

The sweet fragrance lingering at the tip of his nose brought an unexpected calm to Sinclair’s world.

The Luther Family estate, too, settled into silence.

Yet, the atmosphere in the Luther Family’s suburban villa on the outskirts of San Francisco was the complete opposite.

"What did you say?!"

Jonathan shot up from his seat, phone clutched in his hand, veins bulging along the back of his hand and neck.

"My dad is transferring control of the Luther Group to Camilla?!

Are you absolutely certain you heard that right?!" "One hundred percent sure," the man on the other end of the line sighed.

"The news came from your father’s side this afternoon.

By now, it’s practically an open secret within the Luther Family.

The group is already preparing the paperwork for the share transfer."

The man paused before adding, "Mr. Jonathan, if anything were to happen to Sinclair or your dad, by all rights, the Luther Group should fall into your hands.

Handing it over to an outsider who just married into the family—what kind of nonsense is that?"

What kind of nonsense?

The sheer idiocy of it!

Jonathan’s chest heaved violently, his entire face darkening with barely suppressed fury.

After a long silence, he finally steadied his emotions and spoke.

"What are your thoughts?"

Clearly, it was time to take a stand.

The man on the other end of the line fell silent, pondering for two full minutes before responding slowly."

Your dad really messed up this time.

As a member of the Luther Family, I can’t just stand by and watch outsiders take control of what’s rightfully ours."

The Luther Family must not fall into someone else’s hands.

Those words had already made his stance clear.

A satisfied glint flickered in Jonathan’s cold, shadowed eyes.

"A wise man knows when to yield," he murmured, his low voice tinged with nasal arrogance.

"Jean, once this matter is settled, I’ll have too much on my plate.

The S City market will be yours to manage."

It was both bait and a promise.

On the other end of the line, Jean immediately understood.

His voice brimmed with excitement when he replied, "Uncle Jonathan, if you say the word, how could I possibly refuse?"

After years of lingering in the shadows of the Luther Family estate, never once being entrusted with real authority, he had grown weary.

In the Luther dynasty—where survival of the fittest was ruthlessly enforced—his branch of the family had been pushed further and further down.

They had no choice but to seek another path.

Grandpa’s announcement to transfer Sinclair’s shares to Camilla only confirmed what they already suspected: Sinclair was truly gone.

At this pivotal moment of upheaval, choosing the right side was everything.

This was their one chance to rise again.

"Get ready and wait for my signal."

After giving a few more instructions, Jonathan ended the call.

Jonathan then proceeded to reach out to other members of the Luther Family’s collateral branches.

The conversations were all more or less the same.

Perhaps the news from the ancestral home had been too shocking, because even those who had once been resolute now wavered again.

Once the calls were over, Jonathan’s lips curled into a cold, mocking smirk.

"Just a bunch of dogs that won’t wag their tails without a bone."

Standing beside him, a gaunt-faced man visibly relaxed.

"If they’re willing to help, our plan should go much smoother this time."

"Let’s hope so."

Jonathan’s expression darkened as he thought about the old man’s recent maneuvers.

"The share transfer has to happen by the day after tomorrow at the latest. It’s time we set our plan in motion."

Jonathan did feel a twinge of guilt toward his father—but there was no other way.

Jonathan’d make it up to him later.

Jonathan’s vacant gaze flickered with a trace of malice.

The night in the capital grew deeper, so thick with darkness that the path ahead was barely visible.

Meanwhile, at the Taylor Estate—

Taylor set down the documents in his hand, his slender fingers pressing lightly against his temples.

His clear, composed voice carried a faint weariness.

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The "she" in question was unmistakable to the butler.

"Yes," the butler replied, his expression helpless.

"I’ve tried persuading her several times, but Miss Violet still refuses to leave."

Miss Violet’s stubbornness, it seemed, hadn’t changed a bit.

Taylor’s fingers stilled briefly against his forehead before resuming their motion, his face betraying no reaction.

Uncertain of his master’s thoughts, the butler ventured cautiously, "It’s quite late already. Should I invite her inside?"

"No."

Taylor rose from his seat and strode toward the exit.

"Since she enjoys waiting, let her keep at it," he remarked, his dark, inscrutable eyes as calm and unfathomable as a still lake.

"Dinner is served."

"Right away, sir," the butler acknowledged with a nod, promptly instructing the kitchen staff to bring the prepared dishes to the dining room. With a resigned expression, he then made his way outside.

Violet stood at the gate, the late autumn chill sending faint tremors through her body.

Yet her posture remained rigidly upright.

Her delicate, refined face betrayed no emotion, as composed as ever.

"Miss Violet, Mr. Taylor has had a long day and has already retired for the evening," the butler said, his tone polite but firm.

"It’s difficult to hail a taxi here at night.

Allow me to arrange a car to take you home."

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