Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire
Chapter 291: Punishing Jayden for Drugging her

Chapter 291: Punishing Jayden for Drugging her

"Alright."

Tiffany nodded and took a seat in Calvin’s chair.

"Thanks."

The leather seat still carried the lingering warmth from the man, causing a fleeting shadow to pass through the depths of her eyes.

But she quickly composed herself, placing her hands on the keyboard as she began searching for something.

Calvin walked over to the sofa and sat down, his tall frame relaxing lazily against the cushions, long legs crossed.

Calvin took a sip of tea from the table, watching Tiffany’s delicate brows furrowed slightly.

"Looking for a lawyer?"

he asked gently.

"Yeah."

Tiffany nodded, lifting her gaze to meet his.

"I won’t let what happened yesterday slide," she said, her voice firm.

Her eyes, usually soft like water, narrowed slightly.

"Calvin, do you know any good lawyers you could recommend?"

After all, Jayden hadn’t succeeded in his attempt.

Gathering solid evidence would mean revisiting that club—no easy task.

Finding the right lawyer could really make all the difference.

Calvin gazed at Tiffany, his dark eyes glinting with amusement.

"How about me?"

"Come on, Calvin," Tiffany sighed softly, a helpless smile playing on her lips.

"Be serious, will you?"

"Fine," Calvin set down what he was holding and rose to stand before her.

"The lawyer can wait.

There’s something I want to show you first."

Leaning slightly to the side, he braced one

hand beside her, his long, elegant fingers gliding slowly over the mouse.

His striking profile was just inches from Tiffany’s face—so close their breaths nearly mingled.

Tiffany could feel her heart pounding wildly.

She sat rigidly upright, her eyes darting anywhere but at him.

Calvin appeared composed, but the subtle bob of his Adam’s apple betrayed him.

"That man from yesterday—it wasn’t his first time pulling something like that."

His cursor hovered over an unnamed file, but instead of clicking it immediately, he turned his gaze toward Tiffany.

"This folder contains the evidence of his crimes," Calvin’s dark eyes flickered as he took in her delicate features so close to him, then deliberately looked away.

"I’ve had the footage edited, but you should still brace yourself."

Tiffany was no child—she understood his implication instantly.

Her face paled with shock as she nodded mutely.

Only then did Calvin click the file open.

Dozens of blurred videos and photos appeared before Tiffany’s eyes.

Her beautiful eyes widened in horror as she opened a few of them.

But each time, she hit pause almost immediately after they started playing.

Disbelief and fury twisted her delicate features.

"Did... did Jayden do all this?"

"Yeah," Calvin leaned against the edge of the desk, his sharp eyes glinting with cold fury.

"That man isn’t just some small-time director—he’s also the founder of an underground site.

These videos were all his hand work."

His voice, usually languid and unhurried, dropped to a low, dangerous murmur.

"The location was in the basement of the villa where he lived.

My men rescued several young women who had been severely tortured when they arrived."

"Monster!!"

Tiffany’s face gradually paled.

If it weren’t for Calvin’s timely rescue, she would have been one of those women—one of the victims in those videos.

The thought made her clench her fists tightly on the table, her fair complexion shadowed with lingering fear.

"Don’t be afraid," Calvin noticed the shift in Tiffany’s emotions and immediately poured her a cup of tea, handing it over.

"It’s all over now."

"Thank you," Tiffany took the tea and sipped it, her nerves slowly settling.

"Let’s turn the evidence over to the authorities now.

They need to punish that monster severely!!"

"Handing him over to the law would be letting him off too easily."

Calvin spoke slowly, his sculpted features hardening with rare intensity.

"I’ll make sure he learns what true retribution feels like."

"I’m coming with you," Tiffany bit her lip, then looked up at Calvin with soft determination in her eyes.

"I want to see that scumbag get what he deserves—with my own eyes." Calvin frowned. "You’ll be horrified."

"No, I won’t," Tiffany insisted, her voice unwavering.

"After all the vile things he’s done, I could tear him apart myself."

Her striking dark eyes burned with conviction.

"Whatever you do to him, I’ll only think he had it coming."

Calvin studied her for a long moment, his sharp, obsidian gaze unreadable.

Finally, he gave a slow nod.

"Fine."

Together, they walked toward the back where Jayden was being held.

Luther Family Mansion, Study.

Camilla stood outside the door for a long while, waiting for her emotions to settle.

Only when her breathing steadied did she finally raise her hand and knock.

"Come in."

The man’s deep, icy voice cut through the air like a blade, sharp enough to keep anyone at bay.

Camilla pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Sweetheart had told her she could enter any room he was in without hesitation.

The study was unlit, but the old mansion was bathed in light, and the glow from outside spilled through the windows, casting enough illumination to see clearly.

The man stood by the window, a cigarette between his fingers, his tall frame nearly swallowed by the surrounding shadows.

An aura of unspoken violence and gloom clung to him.

At his feet lay over a dozen cigarette butts, and the room reeked of acrid nicotine.

Camilla’s heart clenched.

"What is it?"

His voice was slightly hoarse, devoid of any warmth.

Clearly, he hadn’t realized it was her.

She moved behind Sinclair, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her cheek against his back.

"Sweetheart, it’s me."

Her nose caught not just the scent of smoke—but alcohol, too.

The tension radiating from Sinclair was palpable, a clear indicator of his foul mood.

Camilla lowered her beautiful eyes slightly, her heart aching as if squeezed in an invisible fist, making it hard to breathe.

Sinclair flicked his cigarette onto the ground and crushed it underfoot.

His voice, usually deep and rough, softened deliberately.

"Done with Grandpa?"

"Yeah," Camilla replied quietly, tightening her grip on his arm.

"Sweetheart—"

"Hmm?"

Sinclair clasped her hand where it rested against his chest, his dark, piercing eyes narrowing slightly.

"What is it?"

"Nothing," she murmured, keeping her emotions carefully restrained.

"I just wanted to say your name."

Sinclair’s sharp gaze remained fixed on the window, but his fingers tightened around hers.

"Alright."

Their figures were tightly entwined in an embrace.

Time itself seemed to slow to a crawl. After a long while, Camilla finally broke the silence in the room again.

"Sweetheart—"

"I’m here," Sinclair replied patiently, his voice deep and warm.

"Camilla, I’m here."

"I’ll stay with you forever."

Camilla pressed her face firmly against the man’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat before continuing.

"Forever, forever, forever—important things must be said three times."

Her soft voice echoed in the darkness, carrying an unwavering certainty.

*I’ll stay with you forever.*

*Forever, forever, forever—important things must be said three times.

* Only Camilla would repeat these words to him over and over, with such solemn sincerity.

Sinclair stiffened slightly, the icy mask on his handsome face melting away.

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