Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire
Chapter 131: Arlo you Kidnapped me!!

Chapter 131: Arlo you Kidnapped me!!

"Tiffany," Arlo was startled to see Tiffany’s eyes flutter open.

"You—how are you awake?!"

He had administered a carefully measured dose—enough to keep her unconscious for at least three hours.

How could she have woken up in less than two?

Damn it, he should have tied her up!

"Arlo," Tiffany’s brows furrowed deeply, her gaze filled with disbelief as she stared at him.

"You kidnapped me?!"

Her lips trembled as she clenched them tightly, her entire body shaking with fury and crushing disappointment.

"Why would you do this?!"

At this point, Arlo saw no reason to keep up the act.

"Fanny, you’ve got it all wrong.

I didn’t kidnap you—I’m just doing a job for money," He shot her a glance, a sinister smirk creeping across his face.

"As for who exactly told me to do this, I’m not sure myself.

Maybe I’ll find out when I see you later."

Someone paid Arlo to kidnap her?!

Tiffany’s pupils are constricted in shock at his words.

She couldn’t fathom why anyone would consider her worth kidnapping.

There was only one possible explanation. Their real target must be someone close to her—they were just using her as a means to an end.

Her mind raced as panic washed over her delicate, sweet features.

Could it be... Camilla?!

In mere seconds, she became certain of the answer.

Aside from Camilla, she wasn’t important enough to anyone else to be worth exploiting.

Whether it was true or not, she couldn’t let them succeed.

"Arlo,"

Tiffany clenched her fists tightly, her gaze dark and steady as she stared at him.

"For the sake of the years we’ve known each other—stop the car and let me out."

She forced herself to stay calm.

"I’ll pretend nothing ever happened."

"Fanny, you’re being naive," Arlo’s voice was icy cold.

"I took their money to let you go.

They won’t let me off the hook."

As he spoke, a sly glint suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"Unless... you’re willing to pay me back so I can return it to them."

Tiffany knew Arlo couldn’t be trusted, but right now, she had no other choice.

"How much?"

Arlo thought of the savings Tiffany had set aside to buy a house and slowly parted his lips.

"Three hundred thousand."

Tiffany stared fixedly at Arlo, her eyes brimming with frost.

"Take me to the hospital, and I’ll give you the card."

"No need."

A triumphant gleam flickered in Arlo’s eyes as he reached out and opened the car’s glove compartment.

"There’s paper and a pen here.

Just write down the password for me.

I’ll have someone else withdraw it."

This meant he could squeeze out even more profit from the deal.

This woman truly was his golden goose. Tiffany didn’t stop searching immediately after finding the pen and paper—not until her fingers brushed against something sharp.

With her coat on, she swiftly concealed the object in her sleeve.

Then she shut the storage compartment and lowered her head to write.

"Done."

Arlo reached out to take the paper, glancing at the password.

Just as he was about to spout some empty words to placate Tiffany, she lunged at him without warning.

The fruit knife she had hidden in her sleeve plunged straight into the back of his hand.

"Ahhh—!!!"

A bloodcurdling scream tore from Arlo’s throat, his face contorted in agony.

Before he could react, Tiffany grabbed the steering wheel and yanked it hard.

The car instantly swerved out of control, veering toward the guardrail.

"Shit!"

Luke, sent by Camilla to tail them, spotted the erratic movements of the car ahead and knew something had gone wrong.

Without hesitation, he slammed on the accelerator to close the distance.

"Full speed ahead, force that car to stop!"

Luke barked his orders.

"Remember, target the driver’s side first—keep Miss Tiffany safe at all costs!"

"Copy that!"

A fleet of armored vehicles numbering in the hundreds closed in on the Tesla carrying Tiffany.

"Are you out of your damn mind?"

Arlo’s pupils contracted in terror at the imminent danger. Ignoring the searing pain in his hand, he grabbed Tiffany’s arm with all his strength, trying to shove her aside.

"Let go of me!!"

"Even if I die, I won’t let you bastards win."

Tiffany bit her lip hard, her knuckles turning white as she clung to the steering wheel.

"You crazy bitch!"

Arlo’s face twisted into a grotesque mask of fury as realization finally struck.

He slammed his foot down on the brakes with desperate force.

At the last possible second, they swerved clear of the guardrail.

But there was no avoiding the car ahead.

CRASH—

With a deafening crash, the Tesla slammed into the rear of a G-Class SUV in the adjacent lane.

"Tsk," The man slowly opened his eyes, his voice dripping with lazy indifference.

"Guess it’s just not my week for road trips, huh?"

Seriously, every time he hit the road, disaster struck!

"I’m sorry, Mr. Calvin,"

The driver unbuckled his seatbelt, his face tense as he met the chilling gaze reflected in the rearview mirror—those striking, almond-shaped eyes that could freeze a man’s blood.

"I’ll handle this right away."

"Mmm,"

Calvin casually crossed his long legs, lighting a cigarette with slender, well-defined fingers.

His handsome, sculpted features carried a faint trace of exasperation.

"And call another car for me."

"Yes, sir!"

The driver gave a quick nod before stepping out of the vehicle.

On the road behind them...

"Boss,"

A man eyed the unfolding scene ahead.

"What now?"

"Wait," Luke’s eyes darkened.

"We’ll make our move once the accident is dealt with."

Inside the Tesla, the car had come to a screeching halt at the last second, but the impact still sent a violent jolt through the frame.

Tiffany’s body was thrown forward, only to be yanked back by the seatbelt.

Aside from a bruise on her temple and a numb tingling down one side of her body, she was otherwise unharmed.

Arlo, however, wasn’t so lucky.

His injured hand had failed to brace himself, and his head slammed full-force into the window, leaving a spiderweb of cracks in the glass.

His face was deathly pale, blood streaming down his cheeks in thick rivulets, leaving him looking utterly disheveled.

His eyes burned with venom as he glared at Tiffany, teeth clenched.

"You—"

"You asked for this!"

Seizing the moment, Tiffany flung open the passenger door and stumbled out, biting back the searing pain in her foot as she limped away.

Apart from the parked G-Class SUV ahead, the rest of the traffic roared past in a blur of speed.

"Stop right there!"

Arlo tore off his seatbelt, fumbled under the seat for a knife, and wrenched open the driver’s door before staggering after her.

If Tiffany got away now, he’d be losing on both fronts—his scheme foiled and his prey escaped.

The driver had just stepped out when he witnessed the commotion. Without hesitation, he blocked Arlo’s path.

"Sir, you just hit our car.

How do you plan to compensate for the damage?"

"Don’t worry, I’ll pay every penny I owe," Arlo replied, his voice tight with urgency as he struggled against the driver’s grip.

"But my girlfriend’s upset, and she has trouble walking. I need to catch up with her first."

He emphasized his words, jaw clenched.

"My car’s still here—it’s not like I can run."

The driver glanced at Tiffany, who was limping away with difficulty, then finally released Arlo.

Arlo sprinted after her, his expression darkening to a terrifying degree.

This is a damn highway.

Where does she think she’s going?

"Move out," Luke ordered, flooring the accelerator.

"Don’t let that man lay another finger on Miss Tiffany."

The other cars swiftly sped up, closing in like a well-coordinated net.

"What do I do?

What do I do?!"

Tiffany’s face paled as she saw Arlo closing in.

Panicked, she frantically scanned her surroundings.

The only stationary vehicle in sight was a hulking Mercedes G-Class, while all other cars sped past in a blur.

After a split-second hesitation, she made a snap decision—yanking open the rear door of the G-Class, she clumsily clambered inside and slammed the door shut, locking it just in time.

Arlo arrived a beat too late, left fuming outside the locked door.

Damn it! Letting this woman slip right under his nose and into the car—Boss Calvin was going to explode with rage!

The driver, startled, hurried back to the vehicle.

Inside the car, Calvin’s brows furrowed as he reluctantly opened his eyes, irritation flashing across his face.

Meanwhile, Tiffany exhaled in relief before turning to the man already seated in the back, her expression sheepish.

"Who told you to—"

"I’m so sorry—"

The moment their eyes met, both froze in recognition, speaking in unison:

"It’s you?!"