The woman in the basement. Z website.
The color drained from Jayden’s face in an instant.
This man had actually sent people to break into his home and uncover his darkest secret?!
Noticing Jayden’s panic, Calvin’s lips curled into a faint smirk.
Calvin turned and gently placed a hand on Tiffany’s waist, his voice warm and composed.
"Let’s sit over there."
Tiffany nodded and followed Calvin to the chairs that had been prepared in advance.
Immediately, someone stepped out and returned with two cups of tea.
Calvin handed one to Tiffany first before picking up his own, taking a slow, deliberate sip.
His dark, inscrutable eyes coolly observed Jayden’s flustered expression.
By now, Jayden had regained some composure.
Clenching his teeth, he forced himself to meet the gaze of the strikingly handsome man seated before him.
"I have no idea what you’re talking about."
A faint smile played across Calvin’s strikingly handsome face, though the curve of his lips was cold and merciless.
"No matter. I’ll help you remember."
His long, narrow dark eyes flicked briefly toward the bodyguards standing nearby before he lowered his gaze and leisurely sipped his tea.
The two men immediately understood.
Their expressions icy, they strode toward Jayden.
Jayden’s pupils constricted in panic as fear twisted his features once more.
"What are you doing now?
The bodyguards ignored him completely.
One reached down and hauled him up from the floor.
A knife drove into his stomach with a sickening impact.
The strike was precise—agonizing pain exploded through Jayden’s body as if his organs had been shattered.
A guttural scream tore from his throat, his face contorted in agony.
Tiffany averted her gaze, taking small, deliberate sips of her tea.
The bodyguard’s assault continued, growing increasingly brutal with each strike.
Crimson blood gushed from Jayden’s mouth, soaking the front of his clothes in a spreading stain.
The metallic tang of blood hung thick in the air.
Calvin glanced at Tiffany, his thin lips parting slightly.
The bodyguard paused, then switched tactics—abandoning knee strikes in favor of precise, hammering blows from his fists.
Each punch drove deep into Jayden’s core.
The dull impacts were quieter now, but everyone present—except Tiffany—understood the truth beneath the surface.
The agony twisting Jayden’s face said it all.
"So," Calvin’s dark eyes narrowed slightly as his thin lips parted.
"Remember anything now?"
The intensifying pain and the overwhelming pressure radiating from the man finally shattered Jayden’s composure.
Struggling to keep his eyes open, he trembled as he forced out the words in Calvin’s direction.
His voice, once steady, now came out weak and feeble. In his eyes, Tiffany had always been gentle to a fault, with a social circle as simple as it could get.
That was precisely why he had felt bold enough to carry out his schemes against her without restraint.
Never had he imagined she would be connected to a man with such ruthless methods.
"Your spine turned out to be far softer than I expected," Calvin smirked, his sharp eyes glinting with icy amusement.
"Now that you remember, start talking—honestly."
His lips barely moved as his voice cut through the air, cold as winter frost.
"Besides the Z website, did you create any others?"
Capturing this man made uncovering the truth a breeze, yet it would save countless lives.
"No, there isn’t," Jayden weakly shook his head, his voice strained.
"Just this one... only this one."
Calvin’s slender fingers toyed with the glass as his dark, penetrating eyes bore down on Jayden.
His sharp gaze seemed to pierce straight through to the man’s soul.
A shiver ran through Jayden’s body, and he immediately lowered his head, unable to meet the man’s stare.
Calvin shifted his gaze to Tiffany, his expression softening.
"Calvin’s not lying."
That much, at least, he could discern. Of course, Tiffany trusted Calvin.
"Tell me," she said with a cold edge to her voice, her eyes fixed on Jayden.
"Where did you stash the money from that vile website?
And where are the contact details of the victims in those videos?"
Calvin had told her—some of the women in those videos appeared repeatedly.
This suggests that Jayden likely used the videos as leverage to threaten those women.
Such actions inflict far deeper wounds on women than one might imagine.
She needed to reassure them while also securing some form of compensation on their behalf.
"The website hasn’t even been up for a year yet.
There’s... hardly any profit," Jayden muttered, his shifty eyes darting briefly before settling on Tiffany.
"As for those women—most were just random encounters at bars and clubs.
After filming, I let them go.
Didn’t even keep their contact info."
Tiffany’s delicate brows knitted tightly together.
Calvin’s expression darkened in response.
"Fanny, come on—we were schoolmates," Jayden gulped, realizing Calvin wasn’t the one to reason with, so he softened his tone, directing his plea at her instead.
"If it’s money you want, I’ll scrape together every penny I have.
Just... tell them to let me go."
Calvin’s long fingers, idly tracing the rim of his empty glass, stilled.
His lazy gaze sharpened with a dangerous chill as it locked onto Jayden.
Tiffany stared at Jayden, her beautiful face icy cold. "Don’t talk to me about mercy.
Those girls you hurt—didn’t they beg you to let them go too?
And what did you do?"
She pressed her lips together, her gentle voice laced with frost.
"Do you even realize the lives you’ve ruined?
The futures you’ve stolen?"
"I—" Jayden looked at Tiffany, her intensity unfamiliar and unnerving.
Panic flickered in his eyes.
"Still playing dumb until the bitter end," Tiffany muttered, her delicate features hardened with fury.
She turned to Calvin, her voice sharp.
"Calvin, tell your men to keep going."
Her brows furrowed, and she added through gritted teeth,
Watching her seethe with righteous anger, Calvin’s lips curled into a more genuine smile.
"Fine," he said, glancing at his bodyguards.
"Do as Miss Tiffany says."
The bodyguard nodded and resumed his brutal assault on Jayden, each strike landing with precision on vital points.
Jayden could only curl into a fetal position, howling in agony.
Calvin watched with icy detachment.
Had Fanny not been present, this man would already be dead.
Just as Jayden teetered on the brink of collapse, he finally cracked, spilling every detail Tiffany wanted to know.
"I—I’ve told you everything... I’ll give you whatever you want," he pleaded, his face twisted in desperation as he looked between Calvin and Tiffany. ".
Please, just let me go."
Calvin didn’t spare Jayden a glance, instead turning his gaze to Tiffany.
"How would you like to handle this, Fanny?"
His indulgent tone made it clear—whatever she decided, he would make it happen.
Tiffany considered for a moment before deferring to him.
"I don’t have much experience with this.
Calvin held her gaze.