Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 355: Finding Tiffany; Another Nightmare

Where was her phone?

Tiffany knew these people weren’t acting alone.

Finding her phone was the fastest way to call for help.

But unease crept in—her phone had fallen somewhere in the dense greenery.

The dim streetlights offered little help, leaving her no clear spot to start searching.

After hesitating for a few seconds, she gave up and quickly turned back toward the intersection she had come from.

She remembered a convenience store still open nearby.

Getting there to borrow a phone seemed safer.

Yet the moment Tiffany reached the street, a black electric car pulled over beside her.

Instantly on guard, she pressed herself against the wall, gripping her stun device tightly as her heart pounded.

"Ms. Tiffany?"

The car window rolled down, revealing a familiar face.

"Jaina?"

Tiffany relaxed slightly but didn’t move.

After what had just happened, she couldn’t trust anyone.

"It’s me," Jaina flashed a smile.

"I thought you were having dinner with friends.

What are you doing here?

Need a ride?"

"No thanks," Tiffany replied, glancing at the convenience store still hundreds of meters away. After surveying her surroundings, she turned back to Jaina.

"Mind lending me your phone?

I need to make a call."

"Of course," Jaina blinked and handed over his phone, his expression as guileless as ever.

"Be my guest."

Tiffany checked once more to ensure no cars were approaching before stepping closer to his vehicle.

She took the phone and swiftly dialed the number.

But before the call could connect, a pungent, acrid smoke suddenly engulfed her face.

Her head snapped up, and she met Jaina’s knowing smirk.

Her eyes widened in shock.

"You—"

The word barely left her lips before her vision blurred, and she collapsed into unconsciousness.

Meanwhile, at Calvin Manor...

"I’m sorry, the number you have dialed is currently switched off.

Please try again later.

Sorry, the number you have dialed is turned off—"

Calvin ended the call, his eyes dark with worry.

A gut feeling told him something had happened to Fanny.

Whatever it was, he needed to find out—fast.

His expression hardened as he pocketed his phone and strode out of the room.

"What’s wrong?"

Grandma. Calvin watched her grandson’s grim face, uneasy creeping into her chest.

"Did something happen to Fanny?"

"Nothing serious," Calvin replied, masking the tension in his voice with forced calm.

"She just ran into an emergency and might not make it.

I’ll go check on her."

Calvin added gently, "Don’t forget to eat."

Until he knew more, he didn’t want his grandmother to worry.

"Don’t fuss over me," Grandma. Calvin’s original intention was simply to arrange a meeting between the two young people.

"Go check on Fanny right away—that’s what matters most."

Calvin gave a slight nod, picked up his suit jacket, and strode out.

Jey followed closely behind, while Gino stayed behind to keep grandma.

Calvin company. Inside the car, Calvin’s dark eyes were stormy, his handsome face etched with icy displeasure.

"Track Fanny’s phone location immediately. No delays."

"Understood."

Jey caught the suppressed fury in Calvin’s voice and immediately straightened, his expression turning grave.

"I’ll have it done right away."

Calvin didn’t respond. Remembering Tiffany had mentioned being with a friend earlier, he pulled out his phone and dialed Ramsey.

The call connected after just one ring.

"Mr. Calvin—"

After a few clipped questions, Calvin hung up, his expression darker than before.

Fanny hadn’t been with Camilla earlier.

So who the hell was she with?

"Mr. Calvin," Jey received a swift reply.

"We’ve located her."

Calvin glanced at the message, his brow furrowing.

The direction led to a remote area—hardly a place Fanny would suddenly decide to visit.

"Get there as fast as possible."

"Yes, sir." The driver immediately responded, pressing the accelerator to the floor.

Yet when they arrived, they found nothing but an empty stretch of road.

The tracking signal, however, remained unchanged.

The driver stepped out to search the area.

Calvin scanned the surroundings, his eyes narrowing sharply.

"Pull up all surveillance footage near this road immediately."

"Right away."

Jey wasted no time, pulling out his phone to relay the order.

"Mr. Calvin, we found it," The driver handed over a phone with a shattered screen.

At a glance, Calvin recognized it as Tiffany’s device, his eyes glinting with an icy intensity.

"Recover all the data immediately and pull up every contact she interacted with." ——

Meanwhile, at the Luther Family Estate. Camilla, curled up in Sinclair’s arms, suddenly trembled slightly and opened her eyes.

Sinclair’s half-lidded gaze followed suit, his voice low and tender.

"Another nightmare?"

Sinclair gently wiped the cold sweat from Camilla’s nose, his dark, clear eyes narrowing slightly.

"About Tiffany again?"

If Tiffany were a man, she’d have been dead a hundred times over by now.

Even as a woman, he couldn’t help feeling a little uneasy.

Camilla nodded, her anxious gaze fixed on Sinclair’s steady, ink-black eyes.

"Sweetheart, I’ve never had nightmares about Fany this often before," she bit her lip.

"I want to call her, just to make sure she’s safe. Would that be okay?"

"Of course."

As he looked into those shimmering eyes reflecting his own image, the anger in his chest dissolved like cotton absorbing water, vanishing without a trace.

Calvin stood up, shielding Camilla’s eyes with one hand while turning on the light with the other.

The dim room instantly brightened.

Only when Camilla’s eyes had adjusted did Sinclair finally lower his hand.

The smallest gestures always touch the heart the most. Camilla’s eyes softened, warmth blooming in her chest.

"Be good," Sinclair murmured as he handed her his phone.

Calvin then slipped on his robe and stood, heading toward the door.

"I’ll get you some water."

The room fell silent, leaving Camilla alone.

Without hesitation, she unlocked the phone and dialed Tiffany’s number.

She prayed this was just another false alarm.

But instead of Tiffany’s gentle, melodic voice, a cold, automated message greeted her: "Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently switched off.

Please try again later."

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Camilla knew Tiffany never turned off her phone.

A knot of unease tightened in her stomach. She redialed immediately.

Again and again—the same mechanical response.

Restless now, Camilla quickly dialed Luke’s number instead.

"Where are you right now?"

Luke’s eyes lit up with hope.

"I’m at the airport, ma’am.

Do you need me for something?"

The airport.

Only then did Camilla remember—because of the earlier incident, sweetheart had punished Luke by sending him to India.

Before she could respond, Luke seized the opportunity like a drowning man clutching at straws.

"Ma’am, whatever you need, just say the word. I’d walk through fire for you without a second thought."

Those Indians were like rocks in a latrine—stubborn, unyielding, and fiercely xenophobic. Getting anything done there was an uphill battle.

This call from the madam was his only shot at staying.

Calvin couldn’t afford to mess it up.

"No need to walk through fire," Camilla said after a brief pause, her voice firm.

"Just go to Fanny’s neighborhood and check if she’s home."

An occasional nightmare could be brushed off, but recurring ones?

They carried a foreboding she couldn’t ignore. She had to be cautious.

After today, she’d have to assign someone to keep an eye on Fanny.

"Got it," Luke’s response was crisp and decisive.

"I’m on it right away!"

The moment he hung up the phone, a smug grin spread across his face as he glanced at the men standing beside him.

"You all heard it—it’s not that I’m skipping out.

Madam has orders."

The men exchanged glances but remained silent, tacitly acknowledging his excuse.

There was no arguing with it. After all, Mr. Luther had made it crystal clear: Madam’s needs come first.

And that was the golden rule for everyone under the Luther Corporation’s umbrella.

With that, Luke swaggered off right under their noses, leaving them no choice but to let him go.

Meanwhile.

Sinclair walked into the living room, carrying a glass of warm milk for Camilla.

His sharp eyes immediately caught sight of Ramsey.

One brow arched slightly in silent question. Ramsey, of course, had already noticed him—how could he not?

Even in casual sleepwear, Sinclair’s tall, imposing figure exuded an aura of undeniable authority, impossible to ignore.

"President Luther," After a moment’s thought, he decided to relay in detail the phone call he had just received from Calvin.

So, Tiffany was indeed in trouble. Sinclair’s dark eyes narrowed slightly.

"Go and investigate the situation thoroughly."

"Yes, sir."

Ramsey nodded and withdrew from the room. Inside the bedroom, Camilla sat on the edge of the bed, her delicate brows tightly knitted.

She couldn’t understand why she kept having nightmares about Fany—was it a premonition, or was she just overthinking things?

Naturally, Camilla hoped it was the latter.

When Sinclair pushed the door open and entered, Camilla immediately turned her head toward him.

His handsome, refined face was filled with warmth and tenderness.

"Sweetheart—"

Camilla spoke softly.

"Fany has turned off her phone.

I asked Luke to stay behind temporarily and check on the situation."

"Mmm."

Sinclair settled beside Camilla, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her snugly against him.

"Whether he stays or not—temporarily or permanently—that’s your call."

Sinclair pressed a soft kiss to the delicate curve of her ear, then brought a glass of perfectly warmed milk to her lips.

"Drink up, sweetheart."

Camilla nodded, tilting the glass with his long, elegant fingers until she drained it.

Then she nestled obediently into the comforting cradle of his embrace, waiting for news.

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