Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 58: Lizzy’s plans backfire

"No problem,"

However, a faint smile curled up at the corner of Camilla’s mouth.

"The tea is good."

After saying this, she took a sip of the tea from the cup she was holding.

Seeing this, Lizzy completely relaxed and lowered her head to take a sip of her tea as well.

As expected.

The items here were bought at a high price.

Camilla, who was just an ordinary doctor, would not possibly be able to detect anything unusual.

Playing with the cup in her hand, Camilla’s beautiful eyes, lowered, were filled with a chill light.

Lizzy refilled her own cup and offered it to Tiffany.

"Tiffany, you too."

Her mouth twitched into a cryptic smile.

"I’m sorry for everything that happened in the past."

Noting that Camilla didn’t refuse, Tiffany also took the cup and had a sip.

Seeing that both of them had tea, a victorious glint flashed in Lizzy’s eyes.

"Alright, apologies have been made, and tea has been served," Tiffany gently grasped Camilla’s hand.

"Let’s go first then."

Even though she had already apologized, Tiffany still could not bring herself to like this woman, Lizzy.

She always had a hunch that Lizzy would quickly change her face.

It’s better to leave early for peace of mind.

Camilla didn’t say a word but stood up with the support of Tiffany, her beautiful eyes solemnly fixed on Lizzy.

She knew the real drama was yet to unfold.

"So you’re leaving already?"

Lizzy’s apologetic expression disappeared from her face, replaced by a sly grin that gave off a gloomy vibe.

"Where are you planning to go?"

Her voice was in high spirits, full of coldness.

"What?"

Tiffany was displeased with the sarcastic undertone in Lizzy’s words.

"Where we choose to go is none of your business.

Do we need to report it to you?"

"Of course not,"

Lizzy slowly rose from her seat, crossing her arms and gazing at Camilla and Tiffany, her heavily makeup-clad face full of sinister expression.

"Because, you two won’t be able to go anywhere."

Her voice was slow but filled with an inexplicable certainty.

"Lizzy," Tiffany’s eyes widened, her face full of disbelief.

"What do you mean by... "

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly felt a darkness before her eyes, her body staggered and fell onto the sofa.

At the same time, Camilla’s body also softened, collapsing at the side.

At this moment, even if Tiffany wanted to be naive, she knew that the problem lay in the tea.

"You, you..."

"What’s with me?"

Lizzy let out a cold huff, her eyes filled with resentment.

"You two first plotted against me in the mall, causing me to lose my boyfriend and even going to jail for several days," She gritted her teeth in anger.

"At the WDC, the rich man I clicked up to be with so hard was destroyed by you two.

You two are really damned!!"

These words were unheard by Camilla and Tiffany, who had already fainted.

Seeing the two of them unconscious, Lizzy dialed a number.

"All good."

Soon, two men wearing duckbill caps and masks came in and took away Camilla and Tiffany.

Lizzy hooked the corner of her mouth and followed with a satisfied look.

Isn’t Camilla always acting so aloof?

Today, I will ruin her!! The black nanny car drives hastily towards the outskirts. No one noticed that a pair of beautiful eyes in the back seat slowly opened. -

- Luther’s Manor.

In the study.

Sinclair stood by the window, his distinctively jointed fingertips holding a cigar.

His long and deep ink eyes slowly narrowed, slowly exhaling the ash-colored smoke from his mouth.

The pervading chill in the room made the atmosphere in the study incredibly oppressive.

Ramsey couldn’t help but sigh internally.

At this rate, he felt he was going to freeze into an ice sculpture.

"Mr. Luther," He put down the files in his hand and suggested, "It’s getting late.

I’m going to bring Madam back now."

"No need,"

Sinclair flicked his cigar onto the ground, crushed it with his shoe, and said in a hoarse voice,

"I’ll go and pick her up myself."

The night deepens.

A black nanny car is parked in front of a three-story abandoned factory bathed in dim light.

Two other unregistered vans are parked nearby.

Surrounding the area are similar dilapidated buildings.

Pitch dark and eerily quiet like a graveyard.

Lizzy looked at the surroundings, a hint of satisfaction flashing in her eyes. In a place like this, even if Camilla and Tiffany screamed their lungs out, there would be no one to hear them.

"This is the place," one of the kidnappers, whose left face had a centipede-like scar which made him look particularly menacing, took off his duckbill cap and mask and spoke in a deep voice.

"There are seven or eight men waiting inside."

"Take the two of them in. I’ll wait for you in the car."

Lizzy took a wireless camera out of her bag and handed it to one of the kidnappers.

"Don’t forget to broadcast live to me."

Actually, she was more eager to follow inside, to observe Camilla and Tiffany’s humiliation with her own eyes.

But she didn’t trust these kidnappers.

To prevent any unexpected situations, she made up her mind to wait in the car with the two bodyguards she had specifically hired.

"No problem with the live broadcast," Scarman played with the wireless camera in his hand, a chilling smile on his face.

"Add another fifty thousand."

"No problem,"

Lizzy’s eyebrows furrowed, but she still agreed to it. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

"As long as you ’serve’ my two friends well, this fifty thousand and the remaining half of the balance will be paid on the spot."

"Don’t worry," Scarman looked at the back seat, a lewd smile on his face.

"This kind of top-notch pieces, even if you didn’t say, the brothers would also take good ’care’ of them."

While talking, the two men each heaved Camilla and Tiffany on their shoulders, walking towards the warehouse.

Lizzy closed the car door again and turned on her computer.

Then she took out the red wine that had been prepared in advance and poured herself a glass.

On her heavily made-up face, there was a sinister smile.

Doesn’t Camilla always love to put on a pretentious, superior air?

She was determined to ruin that facade of hers, and drag her from the high ground into the dirty mud pit.

The smile at the corner of Lizzy’s mouth became deeper, but her eyes became increasingly malicious and terrifying.

The evening wind blew in gusts, rustling the shrubs around the factory.

Under the illumination of the moonlight, a hint of cold light emerged.

The image on the computer quickly came to life.

Camilla and Tiffany were placed on a mattress that had been prepared earlier.

Around them stood more than ten men.

They looked at Camilla and Tiffany, their faces full of excitement.

"Such high-quality goods!!"

"Tsk tsk, their looks and figures are even more beautiful than female celebrities, even if they didn’t get paid, we would still yearn for this."

"Getting to touch this kind of woman means this life is worthwhile, I’ll go first later."

"Stop the chatter," The man with the scar on his left face placed his hand on his waist and walked towards Camilla, his murky eyes full of excitement.

"Everyone gets a turn."

Yet the two unconscious individuals still had a serene look on their faces, obviously unaware of their current circumstances.

The man’s hand was about to touch Camilla.

Lizzy took a sip of the red wine in her hand, her eyes full of malevolence and triumph.

She was itching to see Camilla and Tiffany humiliated and ruined.

However, just then.

The picture on the screen flickered twice, and lost its signal.

Meanwhile.

A limited-edition Rolls-Royce was speeding down a suburban road.

The man in the back seat slightly narrowed his eyes, leaning on the seat.

His handsome, exquisite face was hidden in the dim light.

Only his sharp-cut jawline was visible, emanating a cold touch.

"President Luther,"

Ramsey pondered for a long time before he couldn’t help but speak up.

"I have a question I would like to ask."

Sinclair’s thin lips slightly parted.

"Ask."

His voice was low and gravelly, its emotions inscrutable.

"I haven’t yet asked Luke about the exact location of the madam," Ramsey voiced the doubt buried deep within his heart.

"How... did you know?"

It can’t possibly be that you calculated it, right?

Sinclair’s long fingers, tapping on the armrest, paused.

He slowly opened his eyes to look at Ramsey.

In the depths of his unfathomable eyes, a profound and difficult-to-understand darkness was full.

"So curious?"

Even though his tone was the most indifferent, it still sent a chill down Ramsey’s spine.

"Not curious, not curious at all,"

He immediately put the curiosity in his eyes and answered with a serious face.

"I was just asking casually, don’t take it seriously."

Sinclair remained silent, indifferently peering out of the window.

The black sky was no denser than the depths of his eyes.

"What’s going on?"

Looking at the completely black screen, Lizzy, with her heavily made-up face, looked displeased.

"What the hell are these people playing at?!"

She turned her head towards the half-open warehouse door, her brows furrowed.

Had these people lost their minds and turned off the surveillance cameras?!

Lizzy pursed her lips and dialed the phone number of the ringleader.

However, no one answered until it was automatically hung up.

Her hand clutching the phone tightened.

"What do they mean by this?

"Ms Lizzy" The two bodyguards in the front seat exchanged a glance, and one of them began to inquire.

"So, what do we do now? Should we continue to wait, or?"

"Get out of the car," Lizzy, her face full of anger, flung open the car door.

"I need to go in and see what’s really going on inside."

Only by seeing the scene of Camilla and Tiffany being humiliated with her own eyes could she assure her money was not spent in vain.

"Yes, ma’am,"

The two bodyguards immediately stepped out of the car and followed behind Lizzy.

Pushing open the half-closed large iron gate, Lizzy walked into the warehouse.

What she saw made her stand dumbfounded. -

- Camilla and Tiffany, who were supposed to be humiliated, were nowhere to be seen.

In the center of the warehouse, there were only eight or nine kidnappers, clutching their heads and kneeling on the ground.

A faint bloody smell permeated the air.

Upon closer inspection, one could see two or three dark bloodstains on the ground not far from the kidnappers.

The scene was bizarre to the extreme.

"What... what are you all doing?"

Lizzy quickly stepped forward with her face full of anger, right before the gathered kidnappers.

"Where are the two women I sent to you earlier?"

She didn’t see anyone come out from the front door.

The kidnappers all seemed to ignore Lizzy’s words, continuing to kneel on the ground with their heads covered, not moving an inch.

The man with the scar on his left cheek raised his head and glared at Lizzy menacingly.

Was this situation all because she had covered up the real identity of those two women?

Lizzy was scared by this gaze.

"...What kind of look is that?"

After coming to her senses, her anger was even more uncontrollable.

"You took a down payment of 200,000 from me, promising me you would complete the mission.

What’s going on now? Where have you taken the people to?"

The man with a scar on his left face remained silent, his eyes still staring at Lizzy.

Just then.

"Without my permission, they wouldn’t dare to make any sound,"

A sweet and soft woman’s voice came from above.

"Lizzy, don’t make life any harder for them."