Chapter 132: Calvin’s Fiancee

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Chapter 132: Calvin’s Fiancee Calvin’s expression relaxed once more as he lazily leaned back into his chair, a low, resigned chuckle escaping his throat. "Every time I see you, something troublesome seems to happen," he remarked, his tone light and devoid of any deeper implication—just an observation of coincidence. "Honestly," Tiffany gave a wry smile, "I was thinking the same thing." If it hadn’t been for running into this man, she wouldn’t have ended up in the hospital, nor would the subsequent events have unfolded. And now, perhaps she wouldn’t have been kidnapped by Arlo. *Thud.* Thud. "Fanny, I know I was wrong. Please, come out," Arlo pounded on the car window, his face twisted with agitation and desperation. "Whatever you want to say, we can talk about it at home." "Boyfriend?" Calvin arched an eyebrow, glancing at Tiffany. "I’m not his girlfriend—not anymore," Tiffany turned to look at Calvin, forcing herself to stay composed as she briefly explained the situation. "He drugged me and took me from the hospital. He wants to kidnap me... or worse, kill me." Her voice trembled slightly as she fought back the tears welling in her eyes, a note of desperation creeping in. "Can you help me?" Sure, this man had hit her with his car just a few days ago. But he hadn’t fled the scene, and he’d given her more than enough compensation. He owed her nothing. So Tiffany couldn’t be sure—would Calvin actually help her? Calvin studied the woman before him—her tear-filled eyes wide with fear, like a startled fawn. His sharp, upturned peach-blossom eyes narrowed slightly. After a long pause, he pushed open the car door and stepped out. "Stay inside. Don’t come out." "Mr. Calvin, I’m so sorry!" The driver was drenched in a cold sweat. "I’ll get that woman out of the car right now." "I’m terribly sorry, my girlfriend isn’t always the sharpest tool in the shed. We didn’t mean to disturb you—I’ll get her out of your way right away." Arlo flashed an apologetic smile at the impeccably dressed, strikingly handsome man before him, though a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes. "As for your car, I’ve already contacted the insurance company. You’ll be compensated as usual." As he spoke, he reached for the car door, intent on grabbing Tiffany. But a slender, pale hand suddenly clamped around Arlo’s wrist, stopping him cold. "You said... she’s your girlfriend?" The man’s voice was as refined as his appearance, yet something in his tone sent an inexplicable chill down Arlo’s spine. "Yeah, she’s my girlfriend." Arlo tried to wrench his hand free, but despite several forceful tugs, the man’s grip didn’t budge. Frowning, he glared at Calvin. "What’s your problem?" Even the driver looked stunned. "That woman in there," Calvin said coolly, "happens to be my fiancée." In one swift motion, he drove his foot into Arlo’s knee with brutal precision, sending him crashing to the ground. "You dare cheat on me—and then ask *me* what the problem is?" "Fiancée?!" Arlo’s jaw dropped in shock as he stared wide-eyed at Calvin. "No way!!" Though he didn’t know the man’s identity, Arlo could tell from his attire and demeanor—this was someone far beyond Tiffany’s social reach. Even more stunned than Arlo was the driver standing behind Calvin. Having worked for Calvin for nearly eight years, he knew full well the woman in the car was no fiancée. What shocked him was that the boss would even bother interfering. At first glance, Calvin always wore that trademark lazy smirk, every inch the carefree young aristocrat. But those who knew him understood—beneath that charming smile lay ice-cold detachment and ruthless precision. Otherwise, the Calvin family wouldn’t have remained so firmly under his control all these years. On any ordinary day, he’d have had the woman tossed out without a second thought. "Whether it’s possible or not," Calvin exhaled a slow stream of pale smoke through his sculpted lips, the corners of his peach-blossom eyes crinkling with languid amusement, "is for me to decide." "Not you." He raised his hand and pressed the burning cigarette butt against Arlo’s forehead, the sizzling sound of scorching flesh filling the air. "Ahhh!!!" The searing pain contorted Arlo’s face into a grotesque mask as he let out an involuntary scream. "Shut up," Calvin’s handsome features twisted slightly in irritation. Without hesitation, he flicked the cigarette butt straight into Arlo’s mouth, gripping his chin and forcing him to swallow. "Disgusting noise." As he withdrew his hand, he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and meticulously wiped his fingers, his striking eyes brimming with undisguised revulsion. Through the rearview mirror, Tiffany watched the scene unfold, her beautiful eyes widening in shock. This man—so refined, so elegant in appearance—was the complete opposite in action. It reminded her of the ruthless tycoon her best friend Camilla married. Her expression remained indifferent as she observed Arlo writhing in agony. She had long since given up on this man. "Cough—cough—" Arlo doubled over, retching violently, but the swallowed cigarette butt refused to come back up. A surge of humiliation completely clouded his judgment. Drawing the dagger hidden in his sleeve, Arlo lunged at Calvin with reckless fury. "I don’t give a damn who you are—today, you’re going down!" "Look out!!" Tiffany’s eyes widened in alarm as she flung the car door open, ready to rush out. The driver’s expression darkened as he swiftly moved forward. "Mr. Calvin!!" "Pathetic fool." A cold smirk curled at the corner of Calvin’s lips before he delivered a brutal kick straight to Arlo’s chest. **Thud—** Both Arlo and the dagger went flying, crashing hard onto the pavement. The impact left him dazed, unable to even lift his throbbing head. "Take him away." Calvin tossed a handkerchief to the driver before turning toward Tiffany. "What are you doing out here?" His brow arched slightly, a deep, lazy chuckle rumbling in his throat. "Afraid he’d ambush me, or worried I might go too hard on him?" "That scumbag deserves it," Tiffany replied without hesitation, steadying herself against the car door. "My concern was obviously for you." After all, he was helping her. If he got hurt, she’d owe him big time. My concern was obviously for you. Hearing her earnest words, the casual smirk on Calvin’s lips faltered for just a second. It had been a long time since anyone had said that to him. "Um, could I trouble you to lend me your phone again?" Tiffany asked softly. "I need to call my friend to pick me up." "Sure." Calvin didn’t hesitate. The driver, who had just dragged the unconscious Arlo over, was about to hand his own phone over when Calvin reached into his pocket and offered his instead. "This is President Calvin’s personal phone!" The driver’s eyes widened in shock as his gaze shifted to Tiffany. Could it be that President Calvin actually has feelings for this woman?! "Thank you," Tiffany, completely unfazed, took the phone and deftly dialed Camilla’s number, her finger hovering over the call button. Just then, something unexpected happened.

Chapter 132: Calvin’s Fiancee

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