Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 344: Melissa was found inside Vincent’s Suitcase

"Camilla hasn’t had dinner yet," Sinclair knew exactly why his grandfather had summoned him.

Lowering his gaze, he meticulously wiped his well-defined hands with deliberate care.

Clearly, nothing in his eyes was more important than making sure Camilla had her meal.

"Understood," Uncle Carlos immediately caught his meaning.

"I’ll go persuade Grandpa to come down for dinner as well.

At the Taylor Family Estate.

"Well?"

Taylor’s refined eyes turned icy as he observed the troubled expression on the butler’s face.

"Still no sign of her?"

"...No,"

The butler shook his head.

"We’ve reviewed the surveillance footage around the estate countless times, but there’s no trace of the young mistress."

It was as if she had vanished into thin air.

Taylor’s gaze was icy, his dark eyes brimming with an unfathomable chill.

The air around him seemed to freeze over.

The butler sighed inwardly.

It seemed the master was truly furious this time.

The young mistress had really gone too far.

Taylor’s voice was eerily calm, laced with a bone-chilling coldness.

"Check every vehicle that entered or left the estate this afternoon.

Leave no stone unturned."

Understanding dawned on the butler instantly.

"You suspect the young mistress sneaked out in one of the cars?" His expression was puzzled.

"But, sir, if that were the case, the staff would have noticed and reported it by now."

Clearly, the butler didn’t believe the subordinates would dare cover for the young mistress.

"Then it means they haven’t realized it yet."

Taylor lifted his gaze, a cryptic smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"Melissa’s petty cleverness is all spent on these little tricks."

His tone darkened slightly.

"Do as I say."

"Yes, sir."

The butler bowed and turned to leave.

But Taylor’s voice stopped him once more.

"Has the result come in?"

Though abrupt, the butler immediately understood what he was referring to.

"My apologies, sir.

I’ve been preoccupied with searching for Ms. Melissa and completely forgot about this matter.

I’ll inquire right away."

Forgetting was one thing, but hesitating to bring it up unprompted was another.

"Never mind," Taylor murmured, his eyes narrowing slightly as he suppressed the turmoil in his heart.

"Ask in a couple of days.

I don’t want to know right now."

"Understood."

The butler sighed inwardly before nodding and withdrawing.

It would be better if Miss Violet simply disappeared—then Mr. Taylor wouldn’t have to agonize over her affairs anymore.

While the Taylor household was in chaos searching for Melissa,

Melissa was currently in a private jet flying away from San Francisco.

To be precise, she was in the plane’s luggage compartment.

*Thud.*

A dull thump echoed as an oversized suitcase toppled over.

"Ouch, that hurts!"

A soft, sweet voice whimpered from inside the suitcase.

The zipper was then pulled open from within, and a petite figure dressed in light gray athletic wear wriggled out.

It was none other than Melissa.

Anyone who witnessed this scene would have been shocked.

"Finally on the plane," she gasped, taking deep breaths of fresh air while rubbing the sore spot on her forehead where she’d bumped it earlier.

The reason she stowed herself away in Vicente’s suitcase was simple—she knew whoever carried it wouldn’t dare, or even think, to question what was inside.

Which meant she was absolutely certain she wouldn’t be discovered. And just as she’d predicted, everything had gone according to plan.

"No idea how long this flight will take.

Better sneak out and grab some food first."

Her bright eyes flickered with mischief as she made up her mind.

Quietly, she cracked open the door and slipped out.

Since this was her family’s private jet, she knew the layout like the back of her hand.

With practice ease, she located the galley, helped herself to a generous portion of food, and then stealthily returned to the luggage compartment. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Once her hunger was satisfied, she leaned against the suitcase and dozed off.

What Melissa didn’t realize was that the flight attendant in charge of meals had noticed something amiss.

Immediately on high alert, they began organizing a thorough search of the aircraft.

Even Vicente, who had been resting in the front cabin, was startled awake.

"An unidentified intruder on the plane?"

A sudden suspicion flashed through his mind, and he immediately stood up.

"I’ll go with you to check."

If his hunch was correct, the Taylor family was probably in chaos right now.

Before long, the sound of the door swinging open jolted Melissa from her deep slumber.

Her long, thick lashes fluttered slightly as she slowly opened her eyes.

There, right in her line of sight, was Vicente’s handsome face—half-smirding, half-amused.

A hallucination?

It had to be.

Her brain was short-circuited for a few seconds before she squeezed her eyes shut again.

But when she reopened them, that chiseled face was still there, the smirk on his lips even more pronounced.

Oh no.

She’d been caught.

"Don’t see me, don’t see me—"

In her panic, she instinctively tried to scramble back into the suitcase she’d hidden in earlier.

But before she could move, a long, strong hand clamped down on the back of her head.

"Stop hiding. It’s too late now."

Melissa froze, her beautiful eyes blinking in panic as she looked at Vicente.

"Vicente.... You’re not going to turn around and send me back now, are you?"

That voice... was dangerously sweet.

Vicente’s throat tightened slightly, swallowing back the sharp words he’d been about to say.

"No."

"Thank goodness!"

Melissa exhaled in relief, flashing him a pleading, ingratiating smile. "I knew you’d be the best."

Having grown up with an older brother whose warm demeanor masked a cold heart, Melissa had mastered the art of wheedling and playing helpless to perfection.

The corner of Vicente’s lips quirked up.

"Let’s go. We shouldn’t stay here any longer."

"Mm, okay—"

She had barely risen to her feet when she stumbled back down, her delicate, doll-like face twisting in pain.

Vicente was startled.

"What’s wrong?"

When Melissa raised her head again, her eyes were brimming with tears.

"Carry me," she stretched her arms toward him, her voice trembling slightly.

"My legs are numb."

Vicente glanced at the woman behind him, his heart melting instantly.

"Alright."

Vicente reached out effortlessly, scooping her up into his arms and heading toward the front cabin.

Melissa nestled comfortably against him, thoroughly enjoying the pampering.

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