Chapter 276: Could that man be her boyfriend? Or is she in danger?

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Chapter 276: Could that man be her boyfriend? Or is she in danger? "Mmmph—" After a feeble struggle, Tiffany completely lost consciousness, overwhelmed by despair. Tears still clung to her long, thick lashes. "Tsk tsk, how pitiful," Jayden murmured, his lips curling into a sinister smirk as he gazed at her vulnerable form. "I was planning to be gentle, you know." His hand reached out, fingers poised to tear at her clothes— Just then, the door swung open. A club attendant stepped inside, casually flipping on the lights. "Apologies, you two," he said, barely glancing at the scene before him. Such displays were routine—just another couple seeking cheap thrills. Jayden kept his eyes down, voice weary. "This private room has been reserved. The guests will arrive shortly." Damn it! Looks like we’ll have to go back to properly enjoy what comes next! Jayden’s mood was thoroughly ruined, his eyes dark with irritation. But when he looked up again, his expression had returned to its usual calm. "Sorry about that, we’ll be leaving now," he said gently, positioning himself to shield Tiffany from view. "My girlfriend’s a bit shy. Would you mind waiting outside while we get ready?" The waiter glanced at the scattered shoes, phone, and disheveled carpet before nodding and stepping out. "An, let’s go home," Jayden murmured, removing his baseball cap and carefully placing it on Tiffany’s head. The oversized cap obscured most of her delicate face. "I’ve prepared a special place just for you at home. You’re going to love it." What he adored most were girls like Tiffany—obedient, demure. The more innocent they were, the more he longed to break and reshape them. With one arm wrapped around her waist, he guided her toward the exit. To any onlooker, they might have seemed like nothing more than a tipsy couple. The waiter kept his gaze politely averted, sparing them any awkwardness—and missing the unsettling truth entirely. Jayden sent a message to Editor-in-Chief Jade and the others, explaining that Tiffany wasn’t feeling well and he would take her home first. Knowing the two were alumni and that Tiffany was no naive child, Editor-in-Chief Jade didn’t press further. In the dimly lit underground parking garage, inside a sleek black Maybach, "You take the car," Calvin leaned back in his seat, cigarette in hand, his posture casual yet exuding an unmistakable air of aloof elegance. "Get her home first." His voice and tone carried the same languid indifference as always, betraying no hint of the life-or-death crisis he had just endured. The "her" in question was, of course, Aria, who had fainted from shock. "But, Mr. Calvin," The bodyguard remained rooted in place, unmoving. "Your abdominal wound is deep—it needs immediate attention," His face twisted with concern as he glanced at the blood steadily seeping through Calvin’s shirt. "If we delay any longer, it could become critical." If anything happened to Calvin, none of them would escape the consequences. "Relax. I won’t die," Calvin slowly exhaled a plume of smoke, the corners of his lips curling into a faint, almost imperceptible smirk. "The mole’s identity still hasn’t been uncovered. Nowhere is safe." His narrow, peach-blossom eyes narrowed slightly, their depths icy and detached. "You head back first. It’ll help draw the eyes of this place away from me." "But—" The bodyguard clearly wasn’t convinced. "Do as I say." Calvin’s brow furrowed, his tone dropping lower, and firmer. "No buts." The finality in his words left no room for argument. Reluctantly, the bodyguard gave a stiff nod, scooped up Aria, and climbed into the waiting car. The vehicle pulled away slowly, disappearing into the distance. Calvin leaned back in his seat, taking another slow drag from his cigarette. In the flickering glow of the ember, pale gray smoke curled upward, veiling his cold, sharp eyes behind its hazy tendrils. Seems like I’ve been slacking off on training. Time to fix that. T and G Club, underground parking garage. As Calvin pondered over who the mole around him could be, two figures walked past his car. His long, narrow eyes, dark as ink, flicked toward them with a casual glance. The man was dressed in a black hooded sweatshirt, his face hidden behind a mask. The woman wore a white knit sweater and a black pleated miniskirt, topped with a black baseball cap that obscured most of her delicate face. Calvin had seen that outfit not long ago. Tiffany? Calvin’s brow arched slightly, his hand pausing mid-air near his lips. Who was that man? A new boyfriend? At that moment, the pair reached a white BMW. The man in the black sweatshirt scanned their surroundings before opening the car door and placing Tiffany in the back seat. It was clear even from a distance—Tiffany’s body was limp, completely pliant, as if she had no control over her own movements. Calvin’s pitch-black eyes narrowed abruptly. To him, Tiffany didn’t seem drunk—more like she had completely lost consciousness. His expression darkened as he reached to open the car door, ready to step out and check on her. But before he could, the man in the black hoodie had already slid into the driver’s seat, revved the engine, and sped off. The more frantic the escape, the more it screamed trouble. A dangerous aura radiated from Calvin as he immediately started his own car and gave chase, ignoring the throbbing pain in his abdomen. The area around T and G Club was lined with upscale venues, leaving the roads mostly empty. The moment Jayden emerged from the underground garage, he noticed the Maybach tailing him. His brow furrowed slightly, but he didn’t pay it much mind. Calvin simply pressed harder on the accelerator, heading straight for his apartment. Meanwhile, Calvin kept close behind while dialing Tiffany’s number. If she answered, it would mean everything was fine—just a misunderstanding. But if she didn’t... Calvin didn’t let himself finish the thought. His face was hardened, cold and unreadable. "Beep—" "Beep—" The call went unanswered until the automated disconnection. Calvin’s dark eyes narrowed slightly as he redialed, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. Simultaneously, he accelerated and swerved alongside the BMW where Tiffany was, peering into the vehicle. "Calvin?" Jayden stared at the caller ID flashing on Tiffany’s phone screen, his expression darkening. "Sounds like a man’s name," he muttered, glancing at Tiffany’s unconscious form in the rearview mirror. "Just broke up with Arlo, and already cozy up to someone else? Can’t stay put for a second." Without hesitation, he powered off her phone and tossed it onto the passenger seat. Just as expected. Calvin’s sharp, almond-shaped eyes narrowed dangerously, his knuckles turning white against the wheel. To avoid endangering Tiffany, he accelerated decisively, cutting sharply in front of the BMW and blocking its path. "What the hell?! Some lunatic on the road?!" Jayden’s adrenaline spiked from the sudden turn of events, and he instinctively slammed on the brakes. "Screech—" The tires screeched against the pavement, the piercing sound echoing through the air. But the distance was simply too close. The white BMW skidded several meters before colliding with the Maybach’s side with a dull "thud." Jayden’s head jerked forward violently, smacking into the steering wheel. Though the airbags didn’t deploy, the impact left him dazed and disoriented. Meanwhile, Tiffany, securely strapped in the backseat with a double harness, merely lurched forward slightly. Apart from her hat falling off, she was completely unharmed. Calvin stepped out of his car and rapped his knuckles against the driver’s side window. His strikingly handsome face was utterly expressionless. And, of course, it gave no hint of what he was truly feeling in that moment.

Chapter 276: Could that man be her boyfriend? Or is she in danger?

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