Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 352: Sinclair won the bet

Bang!

Bang! ...

Nine consecutive shots—without the slightest pause, without the slightest deviation.

By the final shot, Sinclair halted his movements.

Camilla stared at the scoring screen in disbelief.

All bullseyes?

How was that possible?!

She turned to Ramsey, expecting to see the same astonishment on his face.

Yet Ramsey merely shrugged at her with complete composure.

Clearly, he had anticipated this outcome all along.

Only then did Camilla realize—Sinclair’s marksmanship far surpassed anything she had imagined.

Bang!

With a slight adjustment of his angle, Sinclair fired the last shot.

Yet this time, the bullet merely grazed the outermost ring.

Anyone could see right through his intentions. Sinclair set down the gun and pulled off the black blindfold.

Sinclair didn’t even glance at the electronic scoreboard displaying the rings.

Instead, his lips curved into a faint smirk as he looked at Camilla.

"Barely won."

Even without that blatantly deliberate last shot—so obvious it might as well have been thrown into the Pacific—this was far from a narrow victory.

"A bet’s a bet,"

Camilla said, her clear, luminous eyes brimming with amusement.

"Go on, what’s this unconditional favor you need from me?"

She had initially thought *she* would be the one making demands, but now it was clear how naive that assumption had been.

Sinclair remained silent, his dark, inscrutable gaze flickering briefly toward Ramsey, who stood nearby.

Ramsey caught the signal instantly.

Pressing his still-dark phone screen to his ear, he blurted, "President Luther, Madam, I—I’ve got to take this call.

Excuse me!"

With that, he hurried out, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste.

Once Ramsey was gone, Camilla arched a brow at Sinclair, her lips twitching with suppressed laughter.

"You’ve been so mysterious.

Can you tell me now?"

Sinclair gently traced the curve of Camilla’s ear, his dark eyes smoldering with intensity.

"Tonight," he murmured, leaning in close until his lips nearly brushed her skin, his voice low and deliberate, "I want you to wear what I’ve prepared for you."

His scorching breath sent a wave of heat through her, leaving her flushed and breathless.

She wanted to refuse, but the memory of their earlier wager made her swallow her words.

Fine.

Sinclair waited long enough—I’ll indulge him just this once.

"You’ve had enough exercise for today," Sinclair said smoothly, effortlessly scooping her into his arms.

"Time to rest."

Camilla, already feeling the weight of exhaustion, nodded in agreement.

Outside the shooting range, Ramsey spotted Sinclair and moved to approach, only to freeze under the man’s icy glare.

Later, after tucking Camilla into bed and waiting until she drifted off, Sinclair strode toward his study.

The warmth in his eyes vanished without a trace, replaced by a bone-chilling ruthlessness.

Ramsey was already waiting there.

"President Luther, these are the documents Jonathan leaked," he said, presenting the file folder with both hands to the man before him.

"All troublemakers, no wonder he could manipulate them into following his lead."

Sinclair lowered his dark eyes, a cold smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

A single, one-sided perspective was enough to make people submit willingly.

"Make them disappear before tomorrow."

A few casually spoken words sealed the fate of countless lives.

Such was the terrifying power of the Luther Family head.

"Understood," Ramsey nodded, his expression unsurprised.

President Luther had never shown mercy to traitors—otherwise, he wouldn’t have kept the sprawling branches of the family in check for so many years.

"One more thing," Sinclair toyed with the obsidian ring on his index finger, his strikingly handsome face devoid of any emotion.

"Begin acquiring all shares and companies under Jonathan’s control immediately."

His dark, ink-like eyes were cold and distant, devoid of any warmth.

Ramsey understood perfectly.

The CEO intended to cut off every possible escape route for Jonathan, pushing him into a corner and accelerating his descent into panic.

"Understood.

I’ll make the arrangements right away."

Meanwhile, at Antonio’s Medical Center.

"Dr. Antonio," Tiffany watched as Jaina set aside her medical report, a hopeful smile on her lips.

"Am I all clear now?"

Aside from the occasional headaches, the pain in other areas had subsided significantly over the past few days.

She was desperate to leave the suffocating atmosphere of the hospital behind.

"If you’re in a hurry, I can schedule a follow-up examination for you tomorrow," Antonio replied gently.

"If everything checks out, you’ll be free to go."

Tomorrow.

Jaina, who was packing up nearby, paused slightly, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Tiffany let out a sigh.

"Can’t it be today?"

"Sorry," Antonio replied with a gentle shake of his head, his smile unwavering.

"I’m a doctor.

I have to be responsible for my patients."

Tiffany knew he meant well, so she could only nod in reluctant agreement.

"Alright.

Thank you, Senior Mega."

"No trouble at all," he said, casually clasping his hands behind his back.

His fingers toyed with a slightly faded pen—an odd contrast to his otherwise polished appearance—as his eyes narrowed thoughtfully.

"If you’re discharged tomorrow, I’ll take you home."

His demeanor was the very picture of a refined gentleman.

"No need," Tiffany quickly declined.

"I’ve got a friend picking me up."

The words slipped out casually—truth was, she hadn’t planned to trouble anyone.

"A friend?"

Antonio’s handsome face softened into a warm smile as he asked offhandedly, "Is it Camilla or that Mr. Calvin we met last time?"

Pausing briefly, he added a chuckle,

"By the way, I haven’t congratulated you yet on finding such an outstanding boyfriend like Mr. Calvin."

"Camilla and her big-shot husband are practically glued together—I wouldn’t dream of interrupting their sweetness," Tiffany replied, her eyes crinkling with amusement.

"As for Calvin, we’re just friends.

You’ve got the wrong idea, Senior."

She might be a nobody, but Calvin wasn’t.

The last thing she wanted was to spread any misconceptions that could drag him into unnecessary gossip.

As for whether Calvin was actually coming, she left that detail unspoken.

*Not a boyfriend.*

The pen twirling between Antonio’s fingers stilled for the briefest moment before resuming its smooth rotation.

The smile in his eyes deepened ever so slightly.

"Not now, but it’s only a matter of time."

His tone carried a playful teasing, the kind shared between close friends, making it oddly endearing.

"Alright, I won’t disturb your rest.

I’ll go check on the other patients."

"Okay," Tiffany nodded.

Antonio gave a slight nod in return and stepped out of the ward.

But he didn’t go far, stopping instead at the turn of the hallway.

Inside the room, Jaina paused her tidying and looked at Tiffany.

"Miss Tiffany, I have an elder relative who’s sick and hospitalized downstairs.

Would it be alright if I went to see them?"

"Of course.

There’s nothing much to do here anyway," Tiffany replied with a nod.

"Go ahead."

"Thank you," Jaina said, bowing her head repeatedly before hurrying out.

The moment she stepped outside the ward, the meekness on her face vanished, replaced by an icy expression.

"Sir."

Antonio didn’t turn around or respond.

Jaina understood his silence immediately and proceeded to summarize Tiffany’s activities over the past three days in concise terms—every person she’d contacted, every word she’d spoken.

"Stay vigilant," Antonio’s voice was icy. "Proceed as planned tomorrow."

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