Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 360: Telling Calvin about Antonio

"By the Sir you mentioned," Tiffany looked up at ’Jaina,’ her narrowed eyes filled with probing suspicion.

"Do you mean Antonio Mega?"

Until now, she had never suspected Antonio.

But the series of events unfolding before her left her no choice but to consider the possibility.

"Miss Tiffany, let me give you a piece of advice," ’Jaina’ hadn’t expected Tiffany to suddenly bring this up.

Her expression instantly turned icy, the once innocent and harmless features now twisted into something sharp and sinister—unnatural and unsettling.

"In your current situation, all you need to do is follow our instructions.

As for questions you shouldn’t be asking... it’s best you don’t."

The last few words were spoken with deliberate emphasis.

Seeing ’Jaina’s evasive response, Tiffany’s gaze hardened, her conviction growing stronger.

So it really was senior Mega.

Why would he have her kidnapped and brought here?

A chilling thought struck her, and her long, thick lashes trembled slightly.

A cold dread crept up her spine. Pressing her lips together, she fixed ’Jaina’ with a frosty glare.

"So you’re trying to use me as leverage against Camilla?"

Though her tone carried a slight upward inflection, it wasn’t a question but a statement.

"Miss Tiffany, you’re sharper than I expected," ’Jaina’ looked at Tiffany, the corners of his lips twisting into an inscrutable smirk.

"Since you’ve already figured it out, there’s no point hiding it.

As long as you cooperate, we won’t lay a finger on you."

Now that they had her, it was better to cut to the chase.

She didn’t want the boss wasting too much time on this matter.

Tiffany sneered coldly.

"And you’re far more despicable and disgusting than I imagined."

"At this point, getting angry won’t do you any good, Miss Tiffany," ’Jaina’ let out a derisive chuckle before walking to the table, picking up a phone, and returning to stand before her.

"You’d be better off cooperating—it might just save your life."

Tiffany lowered her head, silent for a few moments, then looked up at ’Jaina,’ her eyes glinting with icy mockery.

"Fine.

What exactly do you want me to do?"

"Call Camilla."

"Jaina" narrowed his eyes and enunciated each word deliberately.

"Use the excuse we’ve prepared for you to lure Camilla to our designated location."

So that was their plan—to trick Camilla into coming out under false pretenses.

A flash of cold understanding flickered through Tiffany’s eyes.

"No problem."

Jaina hadn’t expected his task of persuading Tiffany to go so smoothly.

Jonathan paused, suspicion and scrutiny darkened her gaze.

"Miss Tiffany, you’re agreeing?"

"Of course," Tiffany’s lashes fluttered slightly as she feigned panic, guilt, and helplessness.

"Your target is her, not me.

I can’t possibly throw my own life away for her sake, can I?"

Her wide, fearful eyes locked onto Jaina, her performance of a terrified hostage utterly convincing.

"But... if I do exactly as you say, you promise you’ll let me go?"

As the saying goes, "Couples share the same nest, yet flee separately when disaster strikes."

If even spouses abandon each other in times of crisis, what more could be expected of mere friends?

"Of course," The suspicion in ’Jaina’s’ eyes faded considerably as she immediately unlocked her phone.

"Number?"

To avoid exposure, they hadn’t dared to search extensively for Camilla’s contact details.

Not even for the boss.

The thought made ’Jaina’ feel a pang of sympathy for Antonio, fueling her resentment toward Camilla even more.

A fleeting shadow passed through Tiffany’s eyes as she spoke slowly.

"15195..."

Jaina’ carefully typed in the number Tiffany recited, digit by digit, but didn’t dial right away.

Instead, she repeated the prepared excuse to Tiffany.

"Miss Tiffany, got it memorized?"

Tiffany gave a slow nod.

"Don’t worry."

"Jaina’s gaze sharpened as she pressed the call button.

Behind her back, Tiffany’s bound hands clenched into tight fists, a steely resolve flashing deep in her eyes.

*Ring.*

*Ring.*

After several tones, the call finally connected.

"Who is this—"

A man’s voice came through from the other end.

A man?!

Jaina instantly sensed something was wrong.

Her pupils trembled slightly as she immediately raised her hand and hung up the call.

Her reaction was swift, but Tiffany’s was even quicker.

"Calvin, the mastermind is Antonio..."

There weren’t many people with the name Antonio in her circle, and Calvin had met Antonio before. free𝑤ebnovel.com

Given his sharp mind, he’d eventually connect the dots to Antonio.

Once he did, he’d naturally uncover that Antonio’s real target was Camilla—giving her a chance to stay vigilant.

"Beep—beep—"

Before she could finish, the call was abruptly cut off.

"Damn it, you dare play me?"

Jaina’s previously gentle expression twisted into something cold and vicious.

She tossed the phone to someone behind her, ordering them to destroy it immediately.

Then, without hesitation, she raised her hand and slapped Tiffany hard across the face.

*Smack—*

Jaina appeared frail, but the force behind her strike surpassed even that of the foreign man earlier, sending Tiffany crashing to the floor along with her chair.

The sharp crack of the slap and the dull thud of the impact echoed starkly in the silent, empty room.

Tiffany felt a searing sting bloom across her cheek, her already injured head throbbing with a deafening buzz.

A vivid, slender handprint stood out against her pale skin, and a trickle of crimson seeped from the corner of her lips.

Yet, despite the pain, she clenched her jaw and glared at Jaina with a cold smirk.

"Scared now?"

"Scared?

You’re the one who should be scared," Jaina spat, her fury still unspent.

She stepped forward and drove her foot hard into Tiffany’s abdomen.

"Since you refuse the easy way, you’ll take the hard way."

"Ugh—"

A wave of agony radiated from her core, stealing Tiffany’s breath and draining the color from her face.

Jaina didn’t stop there.

She kicked Tiffany repeatedly until her body curled in on itself, convulsing from the pain. Only then did Jaina finally step back, turning to the foreign man behind her.

"I’m tired.

Your turn."

The man nodded, his expression icy as he strode forward.

The way he flexed his wrists sent Tiffany’s heart sinking deeper and deeper, the terror in her eyes growing more palpable.

She bit down hard on her lip, her head bowed, bracing herself for the pain that was sure to come.

Meanwhile, in a villa in the western district of San Francisco...

"Fanny?"

Calvin stared at the abruptly ended call, his dark pupils narrowing slowly.

"Was that Fanny?"

Camilla turned to him, unable to hide the urgency in her voice.

"What did she say?

Did she make any demands?"

Calvin shook his head, his tall, imposing frame standing rigidly still.

Those usually lazy, smiling eyes were now filled with a chilling coldness.

"Fanny only said the mastermind’s name is Antonio."

Antonio?

Camilla’s delicate brows knitted tightly together, the frost in her gaze so intense it seemed to freeze the very air around them.

Among the people she knew, there was only one with that surname.

Antonio.

As Camilla meticulously retraced every detail surrounding Tiffany’s disappearance, her clear, sharp eyes suddenly constricted.

If Antonio was the mastermind behind all this, then how coincidental that Fanny was admitted to a hospital owned by Antonio after the car accident.

Why was she perfectly safe inside the hospital, only to be targeted the moment she stepped out?

All these pieces suddenly fell into place.

She had actually spoken to the mastermind not long ago, even asking about Fanny’s condition?!

"It’s Antonio.

Fanny must have meant Antonio Mega."

How dare he?

"If it’s really him, he’ll regret ever being born."

Calvin’s mind flashed back to the man he had seen outside the restaurant earlier.

His cold, sharp eyes darkened with fury.

His jaw tightened as he turned to the man beside him.

"Jey, mobilize everyone.

Track the location of this number—now."

"Yes, sir!"

Jey took Calvin’s phone and immediately issued orders.

"I’m calling him right now!"

Camilla steadied her trembling hands and dialed Antonio’s WhatsApp number.

No one answered.

She tried again.

And again.

Still nothing.

Meanwhile... In the executive conference room of the Antonio Corporation.

Antonio’s dark eyes flickered with a shadow of surprise when he saw Camilla’s name flash across his phone screen.

Camilla already got what she wanted—why would she call him out of the blue?

Could she have already suspected him?

Antonio raised a hand to halt the meeting and strode out, lost in thought.

Meanwhile.

Still no answer.

Camilla’s grip on her phone tightened, her knuckles turning white as certainty settled in her chest.

"Ramsey, track Antonio’s location via satellite—now."

"Understood."

Ramsey tensed, his expression grim.

If that bastard Antonio was really behind this, then kidnapping Miss Tiffany wasn’t the endgame—it was all a ploy to get to Madam.

They had to act fast.

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