Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire Chapter 354: Tiffany is missing

Tiffany didn’t want to keep Grandma. Calvin waiting any longer.

Without another word to Jaina, she headed straight to the bathroom to freshen up and change.

What she didn’t know was that the mont the bathroom door clicked shut, Jaina’s innocent expression twisted into sothing icy.

Her eyes darkened as she listened to the sound of running water before slipping out silently.

The plan had changed.

Jaina needed to inform the boss imdiately.

Inside the office, Antonio listened to Jaina’s report with a deepening frown.

His handso face was shadowed by sothing unreadable.

"She can’t go to the Calvin residence. Notify the team—we’re moving the schedule up."

Antonio rose from his seat and walked to the window, gazing down at the city’s glittering lights.

Pulling out a cigar, he placed it between his lips and lit it with a flick of his lighter.

The pale blue fla peeled back his usual mask of gentleness, revealing nothing but cold, unsettling nace. I’m sorry, Tiffany.

I have no choice.

If you must bla anyone, bla Camilla.

She’s the one who refused to behave.

Twenty minutes later.

Dressed in a gray hoodie and a black baseball cap, Tiffany stepped out of the hospital.

Instead of hailing a ride on her phone, she deliberately chose a parked taxi right under the surveillance caras at the hospital entrance.

Better safe than sorry.

The mont she got in, she imdiately texted the taxi’s license plate number and the driver’s details to Marie.

"Where to, miss?"

The driver, a middle-aged man in his forties, had a friendly deanor. Tiffany gave him the address and fell silent.

"Got it."

The driver started the car, made a quick U-turn, and sped off.

"Target’s in the car."

Other taxi drivers watched with cold, sharp eyes as Tiffany’s vehicle drove away.

From the very beginning, every car at the hospital entrance had been one of theirs.

No matter which one she picked, the outco would be the sa.

The Luther Family Manor, Master Bedroom.

After dinner, Grandpa Luther went for a stroll around the estate grounds, accompanied by Uncle Carlos.

anwhile, Camilla was carried back to their room by her husband.

"Camilla," Sinclair sat on the sofa, his dark eyes fixed intently on the woman in his arms.

"Rember what you promised at the shooting range?"

Sinclair leaned closer, his deep voice laced with unspoken aning.

"Hmm?"

"I rember," Camilla knew full well that if she denied it, sweetheart would never let her off the hook.

"I’ll go right now."

She bit her lip, then slipped out of Sinclair’s embrace and headed toward the walk-in closet.

A faint smirk curled Sinclair’s lips.

Sinclair shifted his posture, crossing his long legs as he reclined against the sofa, watching Camilla’s retreating figure with an inscrutable darkness in his gaze.

Soon, the fitting room door swung open. Camilla stepped out wearing a white bathrobe, her cheeks tinged with a delicate flush.

"Co here, sweetheart," Sinclair leaned back in his chair, his gaze smoldering and intense, his entire deanor exuding a lazy yet unrestrained charm.

"Let your husband take a good look at you."

His voice was deep and husky, much like his appearance—carrying an innate air of both restraint and temptation.

Blushing slightly, Camilla walked over to him and let the bathrobe slip off her shoulders.

"Well?"

"Stunning," Sinclair’s dark eyes road over her unabashedly, his gaze growing heavier with every passing second.

"Absolutely breathtaking." Sinclair pulled her into his arms.

Every ounce of self-control he possessed was nothing but a joke in her presence.

anwhile, at the Calvin Family Manor.

"Calvin, why hasn’t Fany arrived yet?"

Grandma. Calvin’s face was etched with worry.

"Could sothing have happened on the way?

Hurry and give her a call to check."

Inside the taxi.

Tiffany frowned as she watched the increasingly unfamiliar scenery outside the window, her expression suddenly turning wary.

Though she hadn’t been there many tis, she knew for certain this wasn’t the way to Calvin Manor.

"Driver," she said, her lashes fluttering slightly as her fingers tightened around the object hidden in her pocket.

"I think you’ve taken the wrong route."

"Don’t worry, miss," the driver replied, glancing at her through the rearview mirror with a smile.

"This is just an alternate path.

I know where I’m going."

His tone remained friendly, but sothing about it sent a chill down Tiffany’s spine.

Stay calm. You have to stay calm.

Forcing a smile, she feigned nonchalance.

"Oh, I see.

My mistake, then."

The driver looked at her again in the mirror but said nothing.

But the car was gradually picking up speed without them noticing.

Tiffany glanced out the window at the scenery whipping past, her eyes briefly catching a few distinctive buildings before she quickly lowered her head.

Stealthily, she pulled out her phone, unlocked it, and dialed Calvin—the man she had just spoken to—as fast as her fingers could move.

Her face remained composed, but her hands trembled uncontrollably around the phone.

Yet the mont the call connected, the driver noticed.

With a sharp jerk of the steering wheel, he swerved onto a narrow side road and slamd on the brakes.

**"Screech"**

Despite her seatbelt, the force of the sudden stop sent Tiffany’s head crashing into the window.

Old pain flared anew, sharp enough to make her gasp, her vision swimming. But her grip on the phone never loosened.

"Fany?" Calvin’s voice crackled through the receiver.

"What’s wrong?

What was that noise?"

" Calvin, I—

Before she could finish, the cold muzzle of a loaded gun pressed against her temple.

The driver’s friendly facade had vanished, replaced by a chilling, sinister glare.

His expression clearly conveyed one ssage: — Hang up now if you want to live.

Tiffany clenched her teeth, forcing herself to stay calm.

She kept the phone pressed to her ear, unmoving, while her other hand tightened around sothing hidden in her pocket.

"Fanny, what’s wrong?"

Calvin’s voice ca through again, this ti laced with growing concern.

"Where are you right now?"

The driver pressed the gun harder against Tiffany’s temple and snatched the phone from her hand, abruptly ending the call.

Tiffany’s palm stung where her nails had dug deep, yet she showed no reaction to the pain.

Her icy gaze locked onto the driver’s eyes as she spoke through gritted teeth.

"I’m just an ordinary person. Why do you keep coming after ?

What do you want?"

It was obvious she believed this man was connected to those who had orchestrated the previous car "accident."

The driver offered no explanation, his face an unreadable mask of grim determination.

"Stop asking questions. You’ll find out soon enough when we get there."

Just then—

"Ring—"

"Ring—"

The phone clutched in the driver’s hand rang again.

The na "Calvin" flashed across the screen.

Tiffany’s heart flickered with a sliver of hope as she watched.

The driver glanced at it but ignored the call, powering off the phone before rolling down the window and tossing it out.

"Don’t say I didn’t warn you," he said, his eyes narrowing as he stared at Tiffany.

"Stay still until we reach our destination.

Otherwise, I might... slip up."

Tears welled in Tiffany’s eyes as she bit her lip and nodded.

Seeing her terrified expression, the driver relaxed slightly, tucking his gun away before turning back to restart the car.

But in that mont—Tiffany moved.

She pulled out a high-voltage stun device from her pocket and pressed it against the driver’s neck.

The man convulsed, his hand jerking toward his gun—but before he could react, he slumped forward, unconscious.

Tiffany trembled violently, her hands still gripping the stun device.

After what happened last ti, she had asked Marie to get her this ergency tool—just in case.

She never expected to use it so soon.

Frantically, she flung open the car door and scrambled to find her phone.